You shine so bright it's insane,
You put the Sun to shame.



For the first time - The Script

she's all layed up in bed with a broken heart
while i'm drinking Jack all alone in my local bar
and we don't know how
how we got into this mad situation,
only doing things out of frustration

trying to make it work,
but man these times are hard

she needs me now but i cant seem to find the time
i got a new job now on the unemployment line
and we don't know how
how we got into this mess is a god's test,
someone help us cos where doing our best

trying to make it work,
but man these times are hard

but where gunna stop by drinking all cheap bottles of wine
sit talking up all night,
saying things we havent for a while
a while yeah

your smiling but where close to tears,
even after all these years
we just now got the feeling that where meeting
for the first time

shes in line at the door with her head held high
well i just lost my job, but didnt lose my pride
and we both know how
how where gunna make it work when it hurts,
when you you pick up yourself up you get kicked to the dirt

trying to make it work,
but man these times are hard

but where gunna stop by drinking all cheap bottles of wine
sit talking up all night,
doing things we havent for a while
a while, yeah

your smiling but where close to tears,
even after all these years
we just now got the feeling that where meeting
for the first time


yeah thinking all cheap bottles of wine
sit talking up all night,
doing things we havent for a while

smiling but where close to tears,
even after all these years
we just now got the feeling that where meeting
for the first time


ah these times are hard,
they end up making us crazy
dont give up on me baby

ah these times are hard,
they end up making us crazy
dont give up on me baby

ah these times are hard,
they end up making us crazy
dont give up on me baby
BEST IS LEAVING. ):

Shit I wanna leave this place too. I think I can't do anything suddenly and dont know anything! I think I should do something else. I used to think if we could make it to our school we should be some of the creamcropontop but hey that is shit. Everyone agrees PSLE is shit. It doesnt justify anything so why should the school youre in cos of your score? Look at the people topping jc, anyone has the potential. I think I am losing mine!

Mad day, forgetful, mad friends, I dont get anything, bad results. Mad world mad world.

Marchetta sounds cool.

Pearlene quek watching material girls. Okay congrats on your scholarship pearl! No words can measure how proud we all are of you.
To those who saw me running like a madwoman in a dress like a crazy girl, this is where I went cos I was late.







After that daddy drove us to some scenic bridge place.










Blood is gushing out from me cramps are @!#$$@##%$%. And some pervert stole my green tweety bird bra. And I woke up today feeling fucked up. So I texted a few good friends and then I missed and thought about random people and texted like one million people on my contacts list,

it feels like giving people some thought care and concern could make up for what youre feeling your missing on the inside. And the replies, they feel good. Like people still care and I dont know why but it feels like my friends really know me when they ask what happen or deemed something to have happened. There seems so be an understanding, an acceptance and that they feel for you and are willing to listen if you have something to say. I cried seeing some replies. Some I texted what I admire, some I texted what I felt, some I thought about, and others I missed. It's like, scrolling through my contact list there's this ongoing chatter about what I want to tell each person, some I hold in, others not as close or of less importance, but every one with a reason. Everyone gives me a different feeling. I want to care for everyone, it's like I could offer more than bumming around in my bed on a bad day. Instead of me lifeting others up, most of the replies actually lift me up. Some, I feel more for and have the inclination to say something, because something they did touched me, or something they did I felt I could relate to, others because I felt they were unjustly treated because the way word spreads, you could blame no one and in the end it would be anything but the truth.
Then comes the replies. It's a thrill really seeing 10 texts waiting for you to open up. It's the feeling of unravelling gifts, the special feeling only you get when it's your birthday. Then after a while when you want to do your stuff and it becomes a chore you have to put the texts down, which I'll continue seeing them later! There's still this tinge of regret, I dont know how to explain it, but its like some people dont reply and you wonder where theyve gone, what theyre doing and the like. Like maybe they changed theyre numbers and your roads wont ever cross again, or the number sitting in your contact list you've gotten wrong the time you typed it in.

Emotional day! You know somedays you just wake up and feel Hey, today isnt right. Like today I wished alot of things could have mattered less. And others, more, they more than what I have devoted my time and essence to.

And then I read my saved messages, would really like to type some out here when I have the time. Some made me smile, some made me cry. All in all there's a reason why theyre sitting in saved messages. Things that matter, things to remind, things that are sweet, things that are thoughtful, things that just make me feel good, things that feel close to the heart.

Thanks guys, for sometimes it is true that when giving out thoughts and messages we are actually listening to ourselves and making ourselves feel better with others as a medium. There is always someone out there for you and willing to listen.