The Hope

Sometimes, all we need is that one hope - that one person, to help us cling on, to help us climb on.

I Love Being A Vampire

Thursday Night:

Homecoming - Free beer, free ice cream. Insane performances by CS ppl (Flippin' talented bunch of students!). Talk cock session with Cosmo with the high-and-flying Alexes. :D

ACE of Clubs - I have never ever enjoyed myself so much with DN people. *drinks* Thank you guys for listening to my problems and cheering me up throughout the night. I really don't know what I'd do without you guys (: If I could, I wouldn't shoot a single one of you! (Except Shaun cause you're such a whiny bitch HAHA! :D)

Friday Night:

Dear Maureen, you are awesome! Your friends are awesome (most of them anyway, haha!). Screw depression, screw emoing, screw crying - live the night! :D Thanks Ka, Ernest, Taylor and Maurice for taking care of us and entertaining us throughout the night (: (As well as Dennis and Patrick - that's all I could remember).

It's been an insane, high-flying two nights.

Dear Nal,

I'm sorry your life sucks.

I'm sorry that you had to land up in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

I'm sorry that you have to go through all these being flung at you, all at once.

I'm sorry that when you cry, I can't do anything.

I'm sorry that you made wrong choices.

I'm sorry people made wrong choices for you.

I'm sorry you're me.

My heart just skipped a beat, over and over again.

For the right, and for the wrong reasons.

Painted Walls

I trap myself in these painted walls

Unbothered by that noise, oh that noise

Crows from the rooftop

Where love once lived

Meaningless talk and scared silence

Avoiding hurt that now resides

Amongst these painted walls

Whitewashed to all its glory

Curtains covering the dents that remain

Pain and brokenness

Now eat away

At these painted walls

Livin' On the Radio

I’ve got no friends
I’m my own queen
But I’m living on, living on the the radio
That’s my dream

Stone river eyes
And a lonely heart
If I’m living on the radio
They won’t tear me apart

10 steps and roses on the tree
10 steps and lonely nights
But you’ve still got me
On the road
Road paved in gold

Baby you must believe
Baby you must be free
Keep living on, living on the radio
That’s my dream

Baby you’ve gotta friend
And so many little monsters, yeah
Keep living on, living on the radio
That’s your dream

And when there’s nowhere to go
And your friends are gone
And you only got your daddy to call
It will be all right, honey
Cause your songs are on the radio

Cause the showbiz, all the caviar
The champagne and the sold out shows
But it will be all right honey
Cause your songs are on the radio

If Only

If only I didn't see that email, I wouldn't have had my suspicions confirmed.

I wouldn't have had my heart broken for the umpteenth by you, and I wouldn't feel like my past forgiveness have been wasted.

I've always been one to put up strong fronts and reason my way out of tears, but this time, I think I'm done acting, I'm done arguing with myself.

This has nothing to do with Bryan Yeo (as many of you would like to believe). I think there are many more issues to me than just my boyfriend (my life doesn't solely revolve around him).

I've written a song, and one day, when I get over this, I'll put it up online. Right now, it's off limits.

To you, who probably will never see this:

I've known for years, and finding out doesn't shock me. What saddens me is that despite it being wrong, your mind has been so painfully warped to think that what you're doing is right, forgivable and continuable. It's hurting not only me, but all of us. I thought that after so many years, we can let this go because you've changed. But you haven't. I'll still forgive you, because of who you are. But that doesn't change my disappointment in you, the pain that I feel because of your actions won't change either. Love covers a multitude of sins, forgiveness, mercy and grace stem out from that love.

Love, your one and only,

Huay.