tInKy's thoughts along the way...: March 2009

Want you to HURT with me!

Truth Within Tears

What if I love you?

Will you let me know?

Will your heart melt like snow

Or just turn ice cold?

The energy between us,

My words that linger.

All that is left unspoken,

All that is left lies here.

My heart just wants to grip yours,

Wanting yours to ache with mine;

Ache with the never ending beat,

With all the might love can find;

I want yours to hurt with mine.

Worlds' apart with our breaths touching,

Feeling but failing to see.

Even as the rose rams against your armour,

Self loathe only piles higher,

Creating a wall,

Not of protection but of fears;

Do I need to speak the words?

The words you will fail to hear?

Or, can you already see it,

The truth within my tears?

The cure to MS (a lil diff to PMS... if you get what I mean)

The cure:

Sugar~ or more specifically Chocolate

And, a heart warming Cartoon

I knew there was a reason we loved these things as kids.

Revelations from an online stalker

"Their quest for perfection has led people to realise their ugly imperfections "

(inspired by late night chat with Shermayne)

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The Love of young people seem so sweet, innocent and easy.

I wonder if I will ever feel that way.

(inspired by blog hopping)

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The two sides of my brains are in contradiction. The hormones say Yes. The rational side says No.

Ever just feel like jumping out of your skin and doing exactly what you feel like doing?

"Inside out boy!" Whee! Missing the days where watching cartoons all day will still get you an A.

Reignite my Love

Dance... It's a feeling of completion now to reunite with an old Love~

I'm sorry I ever left you. Oh, how I love you.

Thank you for taking away the numbness~ Twas you I was missing all along. Who knew? :)

'Cause we need some hot guys in our lives :P

So, I took a test on facebook 'cause I was sick of looking at the BPA assignment which is, as my tutor calls it, "fluffy". Hell yeah tis fluffy stuff.

Anyways,

Took a test on facebook called "The hottest guy for you" test.

HAHAHAHA!

Guess who I got?

Tommy Lee

this HOT! tatooed guy is both loving and a little mad which is just what you want. Someone to make you laugh as well as be your guy and best friend.

HAHAHAHA!

Dr 90210? Yeap, need to set up an appointment for breast implants.

Ok perhaps a lame joke. But his ex or still current (am so not sure) was/is Pamela Anderson. ARLo~

Anyhooz~ I seriously need to get a life >.<

3rd wheel of a trishaw

It's ok. Im used to being a third wheel. Whether tis with my brothers, with my parents or even with my friends.

Friends who are couples and think tis alright to PDA in front of me. Totally fine man. So used to it I don't even acknowledge it. Traumatized so, this soul has been, that it can block out things one does not want to see.

Honestly, I feel nothing when people PDA in front of me. Most of the time I don't even notice it until people point it out.

While I like being one of the couple's favourite people to be around, I do understand that there are times where I have to step back.

At times, though quite seldom, I do feel like I am the 3rd wheel of a trishaw. See, I have learnt how to not make things awkward when being a 3rd wheel. Learnt the abilities and skills to make natural small talk that makes them think I have forgotten about how unwanted my presence may be. And, by doing so, I help make it a good time.

I help power the trishaw.

YEAH right! Im just saying this to make myself feel better.

I am that lonely wheel right in front of the trishaw who is constantly trying to pull away but am stuck beneath the old skinny man, unable to get away. All I can do is continue on the road I am on and keep looking (and moving) forward.

HONESTLY HONESTLY does not bother me that much as, like I said, I normally do not notice all these things. But, sometimes, one has to admit there is something wrong when even traveling so far to another country, I still end up the 3rd wheel.

Say No, Sue-Anne... Just say no!

No to F*ing tri-f*ing-shaws.

We are all made of stars

Everyone seems to be nice if you get a chance to talk to them.

So, how does one know when to trust the first impression instinct and when to give a person a chance?

Perhaps everyone can be everyone's friend as publicly exhibited by Facebook.

Even though I have only seen you once and decided to add you, according to Facebook, you ARE my friend.

But are we really friends in reality? Just 'cause I can talk to you. Is that a friend? Or should we be anal and call some people casual acquaintances?

Deep Deep down... do you believe in the GOOD of people?

Why do we reject some and why do we learn to accept some; and why do some people so easily slip into our lives without us noticing it?

Are "we all made of stars" (moby)?

Story of my life... except am the pathetic one~

aka, am not the gal with any dates whatsoever

http://xkcd.com/513/

AAAAAAAAAa!! Stop the damn drilling!!!

Driving me nuts!!!!!

Hmmm~ Should buy nuts for my salad. HAHAHA!!

Damn! THREE months and the building opposite my apartment looks the same and they are still doing the same type of construction after 3 months!!! WHAT the bloody hell!!! WHAT the freaking bloody hell!!

Im getting out of here now~