Touch and die
love is fake
love is dry
many hearts are broken
so is mine
heart is aching
but front looks fine
face is smiling
but its all a lie
you said you love me
but i think you are blind
get lost asshole
get lost and cry
stop irritating me
and i'll say goodbye
Touch and die,
Sevene
Promise
I cant promise i would love you forever,
but i can promise
That i will love you as long as you love me.
Shower me with care and flowers,
take my hand and hold me tight,
Whisper sweet nothings and bring me light.
Fear not baby,
for i dont love you for your looks and riches,
but for the innoncent heart for me endlessly.
Alittle cute.. alittle careless..
So childlike yet so real..
Take it slow you said and i feel...
I know you meant it
and i believe you for it
That our love will last
as long as you love me..
and as long as i love you..
I promise.
Only yours,
Sevene
Hibernate
Feeling warm tears run the cheeks
I begin to realise that she is weak
How can she pick herself up?
When her soul has gone so sick
Attempts of revival went in vain
Yet she walked down the lonely lane
Realised that everything has changed
Nothing will ever stay the same
Not once that she felt her heart ached
Not twice helplessly she laid
Amendments needlessly made
Cause everything came forth too late
Her mind went into a daze
She felt her feelings fade
She made up her mind not to wait
So her heart began to hibernate
Yours truly,
Sevene
A Poem for P
Does it hurt so frequently these days?
When tears fall down your face.
Just like a dagger stab right into your heart,
And you feel like you are falling apart...
You pleaded to make it stop..
And blames it to be your fault.
Thinking of it haunts you so
And watching everything else unfolds..
All that laughter, jokes and such
But yet its just another smile that purposed as a facade.
Another veil to mask the ache
When you realised that everything is fake.
Yours truly,
-Sevene-
Sunday, October 24, 2004
crying in the dark so people cant see their faces
people around mi have been crying alot these few days.. not to mention myself.. i just read ziting's blog about mr yeow story.. this is the story from ziting's blog
He was in india back then.. n he was on his way back home to.. calcutta? (m i rite, faeez?) n he got robbed. n he was left w absolutely nth. he gt no money to buy another ticket to catch the train (he was 600km away from whr he lived n thr was no way he can walk back), neither did he had a single cent to make a call. n he was alone. so as he said, a door closed on him. so he had to choose to open another door for himself. so he decided to sell off wad he had in order to earn some money- 2 gd shirts and a towel. so he was literally sitting on the streets selling his stuff. n he couldnt speak tamil. so he communicated w the interested buyers using sign language. n he managed to earn $5 (which is abt 300bucks in india), which is enuff to purchase another train ticket. But he had to face a dilemma- if he was to pruchase the ticket, he'ld have no money to buy food. but if he chose to buy food, he'ld be stuck in calcutta. but in the end, he chose to board the train. nope, he didnt buy the ticket. he thought: if he is lucky enough to not meet any train conductor, good for him. he will have money for food, as well as get home. so.... he decided to try his luck. n u noe wad he did? he hid in the toilet the whole time coz he didnt have a seat, and also to avoid running into a train conductor. n he stayed in the toilet.. and slept inside into.. he would only come out if someone who needs the toilet knocks on the door. but his predecament (sp?) was seen through by the others. someone asked him, "Are you sick? you've been going to the toilet quite often". n so, mr yeow told them his story. n the ppl ard him were actually kind enough to help him. Some gave him food, while the others take turn to offer their seat to him and they just sit ard n talk. n they allowed him to slp when he's tired. but in the end, he met the train conductor. but again, he was kind enough to ask mr yeow to only pay for the ticket for the remaining of the journey. which left him abt 200bucks. (mr yeow said he felt guilty.. but he did pay afterall.. haha) And through all these, he was trying to illustrate that in this world, there are always ppl out thr who are willing to listen.. so if u happen to have a problem, dun sit ard n keep it to urself coz it doesnt do any help. "talk to others, they will listen to you.." was wad mr yeow said. n he said that his door will always be open for us.. as long as he's breathing.. n he also said that no matter what happens, he wants us to still go back to him and tell him what's happening in our lives.. n not wait until we have 12 kids or until we get married. i quote: "n hopefully i'll get a wife before that.. if not *laughs* malu.." haha~ mr yeow's so kute..
i was very touched by these story.. and i cried when i read the blog..
wanna say to mr yeow.. although i noe he wun be reading this blog.. mr yeow.. u are the best teacher i ever had.. all these years.. i have nv shown my fullest respect to any teacher at all..there wasn't a teacher whom i would really listen too n fear n admire..no teacher would have the ability to make mi do my tutorial faithfully and willingly..no teacher had ever draw my fullest attention from the start of tutorial to the end of it.. no teacher had ever make mi wanna thanks him so much.. no one.. but you.. you are a angel sent from God to our class 04s207... you have always been there for us whenever we need you.. you din abandon us when we were down.. u grieve with us.. play with us..and be with us throughout these years.. even though there were times when u were experiencing some difficulties in life.. yet u nv vent your anger on us or whatsoever..you not only did you part dutifully.. but also more than that.. just like our big daddy.. always there to protect us n guide us in the midst of darkness.. there were tears n happy times you and our class shared.. and if i ever going to leave mjc.. other than my class n cca friends...you will be the only thing i am going to miss...
Reality Sucks Big Time
10:42 PM
