And if you have to go, always know that you shine brighter than anyone does.


Been meaning to blog, but the content just ain't coming. This page has been staring at my face with it's title for the past 90 minutes.

(Will just feed y'all with things all-too-obvious that need not be mentioned, but just to kill time.) Anyhow, Monday's going to be a long day. Damn shit. With English Papers, and Emath Paper 1 thereafter. Think I'd be beat by the time 6 comes.

And, pray I'd have strength to make the week. Yet again.

That aside, I've realised there exists quite a few other romantics in my social circle. Kyle's all like, "Even if I lived a thousand years you know I never could explain the way I lost my heart to you that day." on his MSN PM. And oh damn, am a sucker for such. Big time.

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Have unconsciously came up with a sequel to the story I'd written 'few days back.
It's, "The Gift: Part II".


Finally, after giving it (not so much) thought, you acted on impulse and accepted the present.

You begin to realise what intricate details your friend had so carefully put into place. You can tell, it's been wrapped, ever so lovingly.

Slowly, you undo the wrapper.

Inside, you find a box. Opening the lid, you're taken aback. It's contents, have blown you away. It is, indeed, what you were expecting. Except, not the colour. And the design - oh for goodness' sake!

Whatever happened to your best friend and knowing your taste? But still, you place it carefully on the shelf above your study table - together with all the rest of the little ornaments your best friend had got you before. It looks out-of-place, but yet strangely charming.

The hue it seemingly gives off attracts you, entices you. This is when you start to realise, you will not regret. But rather, learn to accept.

All of a sudden, there's this strong urge to know more. Why was it sent? What meaning did it hold? You're now ready; ready to question.


"I was born to tell you, 'I love you'."
Or, not ♥