“ Too often we under estimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around. Leo Buscaglia

i am sure i missed the chance of doing all these for someone. i overlooked it at that point of time. and now the time have passed. and it is my punishment for not appreciating things at that moment.

EVERYDAY

is the same shit feeling day in and day out.
same shit feeling greeting you first thing in the morning, and same shit feeling reminding you last thing in the night.

it just the same shit and just different day.
and it just makes me miss my holidays over and over again...

nelly-me

i was thinkin abt him, thinkin abt me, thinkin abt us, what we gonna be,
open my eyes, its only just a dream

travel back, down that road, wish he come back, no one knows,
only realised, its only just a dream

in a big big world

there are so much more to see in this big world... so much more to learn, so much more to embrace. so much more.
i wanna open my eyes to them. i wanna grasp them all. i wanna grow up by seeing it all.

life lessons

一个靠得住的人始终还是能给你靠得住的感觉。
但，一个给不了你靠得住的感觉的人，永远都不会靠得住。

这几个月让我看清了很多事情。

the light?

spend time feeling upset for the right person and not waste time feeling happy with the wrong person.

this morning as i walked on, i felt the light shone on me a little... perhaps the zee moment is approaching.
it might be tough, it will be tough but i'll press on, i'll fight on, and make myself a better-tougher person. tough!

On the first page of our story
the future seemed so bright
then this thing turned out so evil
I don't know why I'm still surprised
even angels have their wicked schemes
and you take that to new extremes
but you'll always be my hero
even though you've lost your mind

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
but that's all right because I like the way it hurts
just gonna stand there and hear me cry
but that's all right because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
Ohhh, I love the way you lie

Now there's gravel in our voices
glass is shattered from the fight
in this tug of war, you'll always win
even when I'm right
'cause you feed me fables from your hand
with violent words and empty threats
and it's sick that all these battles
are what keeps me satisfied

So maybe I'm a masochist