Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Will you ever notice me...

hey guys ! how is yr life ? yearning to go to arcade again ! but cant ! realli dont have the feeling to post anything , so this is just a crappy post ! sec 3 is comin ! i really want to study hard but i vant due to me slacking . but i still cant forget you ... but i guess , u have forgotten me . maybe u did it to show me that u dont care anymore ... maybe i should not care but I CANT ... it is very hard for me ...

To forget you: That is the most impossible thing to do.
To forget is just an interpretation. An immeasurable love’s memories can never be wiped off. Time doesn’t devour memories: It just slowly, painfully converts it into fragments of a dream. Occasionally, something will spark the wrath of the dream, and the dream will alter into a memory again.
To forget you. Is not to remember you. Every single detail in life reflects you. Every MRT Station I see, every drink I drink, every shirt I wear. But to forget you, what I have to do is not to remember you: Not to remember that we once_______ at this place, not to remember that we once ______________, not to remember that you ____________.
For now, sinking into a memory of one of the touches you_______ on me, I cannot remember the physical touch, but I can remember the delicacy of it.
Have I forgotten you, ____________? When I tried to forget you, I had just thought of you again. Are you, are you thinking of me now, as my mind revolves with your image, again and again?

It was not a decision based on emotions when you decided to break the news to me. You had thought of it for months: The happiness that we shared, it is never going to last, and if that is so, why still pursue a love that is going to writhe away soon? Why create more happiness, when You know that this ring of glee is going to be part of a memory that you will dearly miss, and I will heartbreakingly forget?
Before I met you, I wondered why all the lyrics in love songs were so exaggerated: Why do lyricists create such mushy and overemotional sentences? Why can’t they just write a good melody without those melodramatic lyrics? That is plain exaggeration.
Before I fell in love with you, I thought romance novels were just so silly: Why would a person cry for another person for hours? How could a person wait for his lover for years? That is plain silliness.
Before we became a couple, I thought romance movies were just so stupid: How could a person love another person so deeply that it became an obsession? How could one sacrifice so much, even to the extent of his own life, for his lover? That is plain stupidity.
When I realized I had fallen so deeply in love with you, I finally understood that songs, novels and movies are just reflections of life, inspired by the writers’ true stories.
Because when You decided to end our relationship, I realized our story mirrors a love song that I once heard, a novel you once read and a movie we once watched.
When I step out of the main door, I love you deeply, but am going to tell me that we are going to separate soon.
The pain is not the separation: The pain is the love that we share; the love that was once so blissful is never going to be refreshed again.The pain is that we are still so much in love, yet we have to let go now. Only someone who had experienced this before will understand.
Isn’t it ironic? It is my profound love for you that brought us together. Now, it is the same profound love that will separate us.
I am thinking of u every hour , minutes , day , night and seconds ... but did u ???

We are separated by a pair of closed gates between us. What you need to do is to push a button on your remote key and the gates will swing open: But if it swings open and breaks off the barrier between the both of us, the gates will hit me as it swing outwards towards me

Breaking the barrier will allow us to be together, but one of us will be hurt. One of us has to give way, and I have volunteered to be the one.

I don’t remember the tears; I only remember the pain.

“You’re like the North Pole of a magnet bar, and I is also like the North Pole of a magnet bar. There’s no way for both of you to be close together. There’s a force that’ll always push you both apart. This force is called the obstacle, like interest differences, communication problems and etc.
“However, if you put a metal bar in between, both you magnets will stick to it. And you’ll be close to each other. That metal bar dissolves the force that pushes both of you away. And that metal bar is what we called love.”

“Alright then, love him while you can. In love, there’s only love or don’t love. Since you love him, do it now.” The old man said.

I realized that everyone had a story to tell: The auntie selling fish soup may have the most romantic love story; my old and stubborn Literature lecturer Mrs Goh may have the most tragic story to tell. Yet I always pondered on the poignancy of my own story, as if my story superseded all of theirs.

If I had one of the abilities of God, I would have chosen to relive my past, and slowly, tenderly, treasuring every single hour, minute and second with you. Every single moment with you.
But it was too late. All too late.
--- adapted from To forget you and i believe you .

Why must I always wear different masks wherever I go?
I am so sick and tired of my life. Who can help me tear away these masks of mine that are lingering in my skin? Why must I play the role of a strong daughter in front of my parents, a smart student in front of my teachers and a contented girl in front of my classmates? Why must I keep on telling everyone around me that I am the best, by putting on the multiple masks of disguise for different people?
This afternoon, I looked into the mirror and realized that I could no longer recognize myself.
My reflection was of a faceless girl, awaiting the next mask to be placed on.Why are we always trying to pose for the best posture for the camera, when we know we can never change reality?

“A few days ago, Sunny and I go into a MRT train. I told her to sit on the chair in front of me, so that we can see each other. But after we sit, many people come in at Raffles Place MRT Station. Then they block my view. I cannot see Sunny anymore. Then at Jurong East MRT Station, all the people go away from the train, and we see each other again. Then Sunny come to me and said ‘See? You’ll just have to wait for me. That’s what true love is all about. Just imagine those passengers as obstacles in our love: They may be blocking us, but I know you’re just in front of me. Nothing on earth can stop our love, okay? If you cannot see me, just wait for me, okay?’."

-- adapted from a photogenic life

"How far will you go for your true love?"

The suffering is momentary; the love is everlasting...
-- adapted from you are here .
i hope you guys will understand the meaning of love . dont let it slip out of yr hands before it is too late .