i can't breathe no more;i can't sleep no more.
defeated.
wake me up when september ends.
you know...when you really love someone..
maze.
20/09/2009 ♥
到了明天 ♥♥♥
time to love
你是我的 SUPERMAN
all in.
"what kind of asian doesn't know math?"
"yours sincerely"
should i go bang myself to a wall just because i'm not naturally gifted that skill?
oh right.
because most asians excel in math.
because most asians are SUPPOSED to be good in math.
scrap that,most of the world CAN do math.
what kind of stupid theory is that?
oh so you don't have flaws. so you are perfect.
i see.
congrats,for being the first brainless retarded person in the universe.
i know a lot of people who don't share my sentiments.
i want to pour my heart & soul into art,be it in the form of music,literature,language or even painting. even if i suck.
i want to explore the world because i eat up cultures of any kind.
i don't wanna be stuck in this failing country for the next 10 years.
i am going to explore everything myself,because the me now is living under a shell,in a community i don't connect with. a place that i don't feel connected with.
only by experiencing a whole new different environment will i be able to open up my trapped heart.
because we all know the real world outside is far,way far beyond our imagination.
i need to experience something else to find back this part that has been missing in me.
i want to see just how strong i am. or strengthen myself if i'm really that weak.
2 years. if i had it my way,i'll take up anything. i'm up for anything.what kind of pain haven't i been through,really? i'll just pretend like nothing happened & carry on. perhaps its useful after all,what i've encountered so far. all these kind of wounds & scars left in my heart.
on the other hand.
idk but i'm really into literature now. i want to improve my english & write
awesome. stuffs.
i want to write
things. a lot of things.
probably how my childhood & teenage years went.
i want to write
sad. stories.
i want to write
MY. story.
if i were to tell anyone my story,everyone will assume its all lies thus i've never told anyone about my life,the reality. the reality between my family. the reality i'm struggling with.because noone'd believe. sadly i have to believe. because this is my life. have you ever seen anyone who don't believe in their own life?
its almost too dramatic to be true.
i'm still a million miles far from that,idk.
i can still write,maybe. but not making it a career because thats not my main goal in life.
ive read stories,& these beautiful stories always accompany me at late nights along with the music i plugged in my earphones.
the diversity of languages can be so awesomely beautiful.