The day it rained forever

I've no regrets,
time to forget
If your lookin' for some kind of a soul remedy,
take control of it
Its back again,
deep in my head
But somethin' tells me to make my move,
save my energy

[Bridge]
Is it really hurt,
that I feel
or is it just the thought of you thats killin' me?
I don't wanna break it
and watch it melt away

[Chorus]
When I wake I feel the sun inside,
I know I'll be alright,
On the day it rained forever

All around the walls are breaking down
Nothing makes a sound,
On the day it rained forever
(Rained forever)

Were angels
watchin' the world,
But you can't stop the feeling
that nothing's real
It's a dream
So break free,
got to survive
A new day is dawning,
just wait for a morning star

[Bridge]
Is it really hurt,
that I feel
or is it just the thought of you thats killin' me?
I don't wanna break it
and watch it melt away

[Chorus]
When I wake I feel the sun inside,
I know I'll be alright,
On the day it rained forever

All around the walls are breaking down
Nothing makes a sound,
On the day it rained forever

Words can’t express the pain I’m feeling. The loss, the grief….

Daddy passed away Wednesday 25th April 2007. He fought a hard battle, even when he was on life support.

I love you dee. I’ll never forget u and can only hope we’ll be together again some day.


...I'll write abt it when i feel like it. i need to compose myself.

Home

I’m home. I feel as though I’m truly home. The air smells heavenly, my car and my babies are here, most importantly, I’m back in my safe cocoon’s arms.

So why do I feel lost, again? Seems as though I’d be lost no matter where I am. Am I doomed to be like this? Or am I trying to hard to settle down too quickly?

My life’s a mess. I’m an emotional mess, I’m in financial mess and physically, I’m horrified.

There better be a light at the end of this deep dark tunnel.

Insincere bitch

didn't ur momma teach u manners? ever heard of what courtesy is?

Don't tell me you want to come out tonight, because it's my last night here.
Don't tell me we'd drink, talk and be merry

Then turn around and...

get everyone to call me as though i organised it
sleep and not say a thing to me
and ask me, instead, what am i and everyone else is doing?

what the fuck is wrong with you? I didn't ask to go out with you in the first place.
i cancelled all appointments because you assume that, being my good friend, we'd spend time together.

Insincere bitch.

p/s - it's not the first time, obviously won't be the last.

Try

Try to understand me
Try to understand what I mean when I say I’m alright or I’m ok or I’m fine.

I’m not.

And for the last time, I’m NOT strong. I don’t want to be strong
I just want to run away.

What dreams may come

i remember watching this movie. I was depressed then. but it gave me the sense of peace i needed.

So I don’t care if there is(or not) something going on between the two of you.
Why drag me into this? I don’t need your sympathy, I certainly didn’t feel the need to witness the revolting intimacy.

Why me? Why put me through the uncomfortable silence of a stranger? To be enthusiastically faking happiness, to reminisce days that was never mine, to relive the pain of going through puberty.

So my life sucks. You win.
I hope u are happy talking and “sympathising” with my sad sad life.
One day you’ll understand.

I came back anticipating tough times. And boy, was I ever right.
I don’t think I can even write about it. I’m just so…..tired.

Why?

Video break

This is wayyy sexy


and i like this song


So maybe i like emma bunton.....hmmmm

Dark Morning

It’s still dark at 7:15 in the morning. Aptly reflecting how I am feeling at the moment. An sms sent me scurrying for a flight and 12 hours later, here I am.
Where do I start? What do I do?


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Its not so bad after all. Or was it cause I was expecting worst? Or are things much better because I’m home? Why do I feel so foreign here? So….out of place, amongst cafes, or chinese ballads, of the funny sounding English on tv and radio? Not to mention the obligatory smile, and hospitality to the endless amount of relatives, some who are rude….

I miss my safe cocoon.

Patience

lyrics - Take That Lyrics

I just had a fortune cookie.

"Grace is the divine ability to copy with every circumstance"

what a fucking joke.

Irony kills

I feel sick

Multiple Myeloma. Sounds harmless. but if u wiki it. You know.
You won’t be able to breathe.

And here I am. At crossroads again.

What do I do next?

It’s 10pm and I start working tomorrow. Precisely at 9am. I’m a nervous wreck, I feel shitty as it is and can feel panic attacks coming my way. I desperately need to speak to someone and guess what? The boy went to bed. What a pig. See. This is what happens when you been together with someone for so long. They take you for granted…Never mind the fact that you’re upset, there’s heaps of chores to do - laundry to be folded and ironed and dishes to wash. What does the boy do? SLEEP!

I liken this to a see saw relationship; u’re always on the ground, the other person’s in the air and enjoying himself without caring if you’re hurting at all.

I hate you.

It is pure torture to not being able to satisfy a craving immediately.

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Sigh…

...

Every so often I get this nagging feeling which makes me break out in sweat. I guess it can be classified as a panic attack with difficulty in breathing and cold sweat dripping down my back.

Every so often, my paranoid mind reminds me that Dad is not getting any younger. Dad recently had a minor operation to remove two lumps off his back. Two cyst, which hopefully be benign when the biopsy results comes out.

I don’t know what else is there to say. The guilt, the pain….Someone please tell me what to do.

Observe the Cycle

Pink-brown-black'ish-shedding of skin-white again.

Within 3 days my sunburnt skin went through THE cycle and I’m back at one. I wish I can tan like those girls who turn golden brown and not red lobster and then shedding snake. SSSighhhhhhhhhhhh

Now before I get a lecture about protecting my skin from the big C word, let it be known that I slapped on heaps of sunscreen while at the beach. It’s just that when I jump in the water, I tend to let loose. Hey I was having too much fun, alright?
I miss the beach, I’m glad I live close enough to one (within 20 mins drive) but beachside holidays with friends….it’s just blissful. After all, how many more of these days do we have left? The ones were we can afford to be silly and spend and not be committed to anything else? The days are numbered….

Untill the next Road Trip which I have tentatively scheduled for the Aust Day Long Weekend. Woo hoo!

I like looking at wedding photos.

Contrary to what you think you know why I do it, you don’t. Stop speculating. I just like looking at happy faces, colourful festivities, etc. So yeah. It’s a thing I do. Leave me alone. And it’s just that S I M P L E.

WTF

WTF

Yesterday I succumbed to a tan in a can. After all, it’s Sunless, hence safe from the big C and etc etc. How hard can it be, just spray, lather on, and “Walla!!!” Golden brown skin. Easy Safe and instant!

Boy, was I wrong. I woke up this morning to see my body in streaks! Imagine the horror! And I’m hitting the beach with friends tomorrow too…Arghhhh

I ran down to the grocers to buy lemon juice, because it apparently lightens up spray tans….and my other plan-of-action is to sunbake on my balcony later today….

Fingers Crossed!

It’s so strange. I woke up at 3:30am. With a dream. And thought. I must blog about this. And now that I’m here, I can’t recall what it was. 0_o
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There’s a futon in the living room, which I’ve had since my Uni. It used to be my bed back then and I fondly recall some good memories. Not the bedroom kind, the being-in-my-life-throughout-the-transition-from-Uni-Student-to-whatever-I-am-now kind. This futon’s travelled a fair bit and still has its use as a couch or guestbed for the last 2 years. The boy has been cajoling me into selling it and buying a spiffy looking sofa to complement the newer one in the pic below but I find myself dragging my feet. Sure, its an ugly looking futon; it’s not comfortable, as it is lumpy …but I find myself curling in the comfort of the “ugliness” for a snooze or for a read. I just don’t know why. I guess I am a sentimental fool.
I guess I’d have to let go...


...Not before I purchase my priorities – a coffee table, a rug, a painting and a tv stand!Tee hee hee hee!