Hope

Hope

This is the first day of October. I've been back here for almost 2 months. Another 1.5 months and I'll be back again. I don't like to talk about going back anymore. It's boring already. I've been ranting about it foe so many times already.

It's October again. A month that I hope it would be filled with joy and happiness with no sorrow and pain.

Last month, things happen. Sad things happen. Life is full with uncertainty and worries.

Well, since this is a month I've been longing (not really thou), I shall hope for something. I don't need any expensive thing. But what I want is just happiness. It's just that simple.

Wee Chye Kee

Wee Chye Kee

Ever since I have memory about my childhood, what I remember about my grandfather is he will give me pocket money. Besides that, my favorite time is when my grandfather go for morning walk, he would bring me to the playground. 

Now, he had gone to another place and I believe that he would be better there. The place where my grandmother went 2 years ago. The land without pain and sorrow. He left us at 2pm this afternoon. 

Thank you for being such a caring and beloved grandparent to us all. You'll be in our heart. 

I love you, my grandfather. Wee Chye Kee. 

Learn

Learn

This is the worst day of my life. Bad things happened. Nothing is good. Or maybe one, that I'm still living. The pressure is forcing me. Hard. It's like suffocating. Or it's like I might die any minute. I realize, when I wanna talk to someone, I got nobody to turn to. I'm alone. I tried. But it's like I'm giving people pressure. I shouldn't. People don't have to listen to my crap. Anyway, nobody really wanna listen and willing to listen. Even the one I care and love. I know you're reading this. Probably forcing yourself to think that I'm not writing about you. Well, if you're happy this way. I'll just bare with it. Someone told me, the only thing I can do is bare with it. Even if I mind, I jealous, I mad, I sad, I emo, no matter what I do it's all the same. Yea I'm pessimistic. Sorry, I can't help. 

Besides, my lappie just have to let me down at this time, even the clothe I like has problem. Everything just have to come together. Well, it's good in a way. So that I won't have to be furious separate into few days. Come in one go is great. Someday, I'll learn to not worry, to not care, to not feel. That's when I'm there with popo.

After so many years, I'm sick of these.

I shall make a move.

Dear Mr Pathetic

Dear Mr Pathetic

Dear Mr Pathetic, 

How are you? Well, this question is kinda stupid to ask. I thought you are well all the while. Should I or not talk to you in this way? Sarcastic huh? Did I become a threat to you and push you into the corner? You don't even know exactly for what reason I hate you and won't tolerate. It's not what you did a year ago, but the time when you don't see me as a FRIEND. That's not the way to treat a friend. Am I in self acquisition? Because I don't even know if you're even talking about me. What happened last December, I wouldn't forget. I've never been disregard by anyone before. I thought we were friend, best friend. But I can't understand how could you do that to me. I thought of giving you a chance, but you just missed it. I think I'll talk to you one day when I feel like it again. Wonder if you would read this. How do you feel. That's what I think. This letter. 

Love, 

Ly