picture perfect: January 2010

Sunday, January 31, 2010

im caving in,

slowly.

i let it take me in,

the quietness.

i realise,

no busy schedule

can distract me enough

to push the thoughts out of me.

i realise,

there's no one,

no one to trust.

i realise,

the life's circle,

has people coming in

and vanishing off

to someplace

far off.

i realise,

that efforts you make,

they get misinterpreted.

i realise,

that only in trying

i get accused

of struggling

in doing something right.

i realise,

the number of tears

don't compensate

for life's lessons.

i realise,

that 'inner beauty'

is just a comfort term.

i realise,

being judged

both has its ups and downs

however, hurtful.

i realise,

we all grow up

sometimes, with things

that we could have wished for

but greed got in the way.

with a little hope

and a silent prayer,

let it be beautiful memories

that make me smile

at the end of the day.

Friday, January 29, 2010

im chasing after time so i can hopefully tell it to slow down.

i'm packed to the max. i can't breathe.

i sit on the chair, right in front.

and i feel light in my head.

like im about to collapse any minute.

the affair.

you bring me out.

i meet your friends.

they play nice.

they keep cool.

but i check your phone

and i see the calls.

im not dumb.

i can tell.

you dont have to hide

don't even take the effort to try.

i can see it through those eyes.

i don't want to look into those eyes

the ones that made me survived through the night.

the thought that tortures my mind.

the one that's killing my feelings inside.

the secret i spoke only to myself,

on the outside, no one can tell.

it bothers me,

it scars me.

it ruined the dream

of the girl that had hopelessly hoped.

Saturday, January 23, 2010

there's the pain you feel

but the smiles conceal

i tell myself im not troubled.

i tell myself that there are others in something similar,

maybe worse.

these wounds, they won't heal

because memories, they kill

i don't ask for riches

at the moment

just

the open arms reaches

for an older sister that you have stolen.

what doesn't kill me is only gonna make me stronger.

im going to stick to this one.forever.

Monday, January 18, 2010

you played with all the alphabets

and i fell for your words.

sayang.

Saturday, January 16, 2010

dear housewives.

Centuries ago, housewives were housewives. They stayed at home to organise the house chores and educate their children. The children mostly learnt through experience.

Amazingly, in this 21st century, majority of the housewives are just plastic mannequins. They hire maids to do the chores and they send their children to school thinking that the school staff will educate their children for them. Housewives these days spend their idle time gossiping and spreading rumours about other people. These so-called housewives meddle into the lives of the student body just to make sure their child looks 'perfect'. This is disgusting. Imagine the shameful act you have to pull just to make your child look good because apparently every child reflects the background of their family.

Dear housewives,

If u really want to produce top grade children, be there for them and actually listen to them. Don't care so much about 'who's doing what at where' or treat us like 'Topic of the Day'. Just watch your child. They may be angels in your eyes. You have no absolute idea what kind of demonic child you have bred.

That's my two cents for you,extremely nosey mothers.