My side of a story
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Went to Sentosa on 8th of August with my adventure club people, they were practically a group of fun-loving jokers, made a couple of new friends, namely Roy and Amelia. Played a lot of stupid games, nevertheless it was still fun, after all how many times do you get to share a cherry with a guy? ( the guy's name is omitted in order to protect his privacy :p ) And how many times do you get thrown into the sea?
It was a joyous occasion, vastly different from a crestfallen night in Sentosa that I doubt I would forget for a long time to come.
Flashing back memories that I had buried deep down in the forgotten realm, the past came back to me.
A year ago, at the same place, same day, with different people.
Here is where it all begins, the dying of a love that I had never really come to accept. My mind took on the memory train, whisking me back to a time where I was still clad in ugly brown pants and a freshly pressed white shirt for five times a week.
After the national day celebration in school, I had to stay back in school for my chemistry mcq revision in preparation for my "O" levels due to my dear chemistry teacher's request. She was going to Sentosa as her friends had organized a birthday party for her. At one point, I was considering on whether I should skip my lesson to spend time with her. She asked me "Would you be going ?", her eyes looking intently at me. I replied softly "I can't .... have fun over there"
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no offence but i got 2 say dis....
DIS IS GAY
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Gay?
*look thru the story*
No leh... -
-melancholic wind breezing in the distance, entrancing those who had forsaken l.o.v.e.-
Once upon a time, there was a boy who valued one thing above all in this vast world. Love was the word, yet the poor young boy didn't realized that a four letter word could mean so much.
He had it, he lost it.
Love was when the girl brought the notes to the boy when he was absent from school.
Love was when the girl secretly wanted to bring lunch to the boy when he was sick.
Love was when the girl wished for the boy to remain by her side when he wants to be a pilot.
Been a year and more, to be exact 14 months and 6 days.
Gal, had you found your true love yet ? Recently, a friend of mine told me that I will always hurt the ones that I love, as my character implies. That pretty much summed up the demise of love for me, being hurt by your loved ones is not the most painful thing one can experience, hurting the ones you love may prove to the fatal encumbrance for me.
"Love is supposed to be a joyous thing" SA gal told me. But why am I still reeling from the loss of you ? I had several "love prospects" in this short year, but I discovered I could not love anymore. I had lost the ability to love, period.
It seemed that all the angels save for one abandoned me; that love deserted me and time itself ceased to exist, locked in a timeframe of one boy, one girl in love.
I clung tightly to Hope, hoping that I will find another you in a place that is not here, in a time that is not now.
A rhetoric question interrupted my heavy heart, have I forsaken love or love truly, in its entity, forsaken me ?
The last time I saw you was at the interchange, we were walking towards each other. I hung my head low, listening to David Craig's song (You don't miss your water). As if by fate, I looked up and saw you. In that second, time stopped for a while, I took a good luck at your face. Your hairstyle has changed, you no longer had your pig-tails, instead you opted for the more mature of tender long hair tied up. Your face had a radiant glow although you looked kind of tired.
At that instance, my heart went out to you , I want to share the burden you are carrying, wanting you to rest more.
After that second, we walked past each other, shoulder to shoulder, lost in the sea of crowds.
On the day before your birthday, I revisited Sentosa, a year after that fateful day.
I no longer fear Sentosa or those places that we went , I had come to terms with your disappearance in my life. Still I could not love, maybe this is my retribution.
Forgive me for not even wishing you on your birthday, I typed a long message in my hand phone, but didn't send it. I wrote a letter and brought a present, at first I wanted to pass it to you personally, but I decided to ask Lilin to help me. Courage still eluded me in the end, the present and the letter still stood in my house, remnants of a forgotten past.
Happy birthday, gal
Angels Brought Me Here
by Guy Sebastian
It's been a long and winding journey
But I'm finally here tonight
Picking up the pieces
Walking back into the light
To the sunset of your glory
Where my heart and future lies
There's nothing like that feeling
When I look into your eyes
My dreams came true
When I found you
I found you, my miracle
If you could see what I see
That you're the answer to my prayers
And if you can feel
The tenderness I feel
You would know
It would be clear
That angels brought me here
Standing here before you
Feels like I've been born again
Every breath is your love
Every heartbeat speaks your name
My dreams came true
Right here in front of you
My miracle
If you could see what I see
You're the answer to my prayers
If you could feel
The tenderness I feel
You would know
It would be clear
That angels brought me here
Brought me here to be with you
I'd be forever grateful (oh forever grateful)
My dreams came true
When I found you
My miracle
If you could see what I see
You're the answer to my prayers
If you could feel
The tenderness I feel
You would know
It would be clear
That angels brought me here
If you could see what I see
You're the answer to my prayers
If you could feel
The tenderness I feel
You would know
It would be clear
That angels brought me here -
Originally posted by BeEtHoVeN:
omfg, i share ur sympahty..
-melancholic wind breezing in the distance, entrancing those who had forsaken [b]l.o.v.e.-
Once upon a time, there was a boy who valued one thing above all in this vast world. Love was the word, yet the poor young boy didn't realized that a four letter word could mean so much.
He had it, he lost it.
Love was when the girl brought the notes to the boy when he was absent from school.
Love was when the girl secretly wanted to bring lunch to the boy when he was sick.
Love was when the girl wished for the boy to remain by her side when he wants to be a pilot.
Been a year and more, to be exact 14 months and 6 days.
Gal, had you found your true love yet ? Recently, a friend of mine told me that I will always hurt the ones that I love, as my character implies. That pretty much summed up the demise of love for me, being hurt by your loved ones is not the most painful thing one can experience, hurting the ones you love may prove to the fatal encumbrance for me.
"Love is supposed to be a joyous thing" SA gal told me. But why am I still reeling from the loss of you ? I had several "love prospects" in this short year, but I discovered I could not love anymore. I had lost the ability to love, period.
It seemed that all the angels save for one abandoned me; that love deserted me and time itself ceased to exist, locked in a timeframe of one boy, one girl in love.
I clung tightly to Hope, hoping that I will find another you in a place that is not here, in a time that is not now.
A rhetoric question interrupted my heavy heart, have I forsaken love or love truly, in its entity, forsaken me ?
The last time I saw you was at the interchange, we were walking towards each other. I hung my head low, listening to David Craig's song (You don't miss your water). As if by fate, I looked up and saw you. In that second, time stopped for a while, I took a good luck at your face. Your hairstyle has changed, you no longer had your pig-tails, instead you opted for the more mature of tender long hair tied up. Your face had a radiant glow although you looked kind of tired.
At that instance, my heart went out to you , I want to share the burden you are carrying, wanting you to rest more.
After that second, we walked past each other, shoulder to shoulder, lost in the sea of crowds.
On the day before your birthday, I revisited Sentosa, a year after that fateful day.
I no longer fear Sentosa or those places that we went , I had come to terms with your disappearance in my life. Still I could not love, maybe this is my retribution.
Forgive me for not even wishing you on your birthday, I typed a long message in my hand phone, but didn't send it. I wrote a letter and brought a present, at first I wanted to pass it to you personally, but I decided to ask Lilin to help me. Courage still eluded me in the end, the present and the letter still stood in my house, remnants of a forgotten past.
Happy birthday, gal
Angels Brought Me Here
by Guy Sebastian
It's been a long and winding journey
But I'm finally here tonight
Picking up the pieces
Walking back into the light
To the sunset of your glory
Where my heart and future lies
There's nothing like that feeling
When I look into your eyes
My dreams came true
When I found you
I found you, my miracle
If you could see what I see
That you're the answer to my prayers
And if you can feel
The tenderness I feel
You would know
It would be clear
That angels brought me here
Standing here before you
Feels like I've been born again
Every breath is your love
Every heartbeat speaks your name
My dreams came true
Right here in front of you
My miracle
If you could see what I see
You're the answer to my prayers
If you could feel
The tenderness I feel
You would know
It would be clear
That angels brought me here
Brought me here to be with you
I'd be forever grateful (oh forever grateful)
My dreams came true
When I found you
My miracle
If you could see what I see
You're the answer to my prayers
If you could feel
The tenderness I feel
You would know
It would be clear
That angels brought me here
If you could see what I see
You're the answer to my prayers
If you could feel
The tenderness I feel
You would know
It would be clear
That angels brought me here
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