toO inNoCenT

it hurts.

but when funny faces are made, all of it went *pOoF*

it's annoying.

but when jokes are made, all of it went down the drain~~

it's pissing me off.

but when smiles are in the air, all of it gone into the wind~~

it's sadness.

but when laughters are let out, all of it turned into smiles.

it's disappointment.

but when dances are seen, all of it turned into contentment.

it's cries.

but when the hums to a tune is heard, all of it turned into laughters.

iNnOceNce. doesn't mean u're childish^^

just means that u're helpless when it comes to other people's feelings.

just means that u can't stand looking at angry faces.

just means that u're stuck in a self-forgiving state.

just means that it's me. and is it a blessing? .... ....?*____*

tiMe fLieS?!


One of my affiliates, Comberan*, just turned 22 a few days ago. Hold it. Before u even think of assuming me as being 22 too (emm~~ that actually rhymes^^), I’m still 5 months away to becoming a head 2. Pause. *sNaP!!* Okay. Back to my corny yet funny affiliate. “WoOw~ that’s o-ooLd!!” u high-schoolers might say; or, “WoOw~~ what was I like again when I was that age?!” for u successfully working-married ones. Well for us, uniform seasons are certainly a history, but suits & ties aren’t the fashion just yet.


I’m the youngest in my family of five. At a big dinner gathering with my mom’s relatives, I’m still the youngest. Well, u might be wondering why I seemed sad to be the supposedly-most-loved, most-spoilt, most-irresponsible-yet-still-be-protected youngest child. *noD* *nOd* I admit that being the youngest isn’t all that bad~~ For instance, when I was an adolescent, whenever my cousins teased me, all I had to do is use the most powerful and deathly weapon in Mother’s world, CRY~~ I would just started crying and all my cousins’ satisfied-laughing faces turned into scowls, then fearful ones. Yeaa~~ that’s what I’m talking about. The power of tears~~ However, this weapon has an expiry date. It’s not gonna work once you become a teenager. If you ever dare, all you’ll probably get is more teases and bullies saying u’re a “weepy, crying Mommy’s baby”. Now, you wouldn’t want that, would u?! ^^


Despite all the good things that fall to e youngest child, one of the downside of being e youngest is u won’t feel that u’re ever old enough. Some of u might say that it’s a good thing. Save all the anti-ageing money for other stuff is not a bad idea~~ But, think about it. My friend has started driving a car recently to church because she has younger siblings to count on her to drive. For me? I have only managed to drive around my housing complex because I always have someone to drive for me. LAW: e eldest learns to drive 1st. “U’re 19?!?! I can’t believe u’ve grown older now~~ but u’ll always be the baby of the family” sounds familiar?! Maybe not.


19~~ in 5 months I’m gonna be 20!! Time flies or am I just too forgetful to remember all that’s happened in the past…err...10 years?!?! (considering before the age of 9 I would still be half conscious with whateva I’m doing)


What have I done those past years?! (except the wagging of bOring classes and the oh-so-dramatic Korean series~~) Have I changed as a person?? Have I grown matured?! Or have I gained weight?! *___* (argh~~ stoP it!! my self-conscious side is eluding out!!) Were there memories?? en lastly...Have I made myself seven lOveAbLe-yet-cHeeSy-but-still-cUte-and-always-there4me friends?? Definitely…^^


Time flies, I know. But what I've found will never be forgotten~~


Dedicated to d’brandalz~~


*name has been changed due to confidentiality:P

eVerYtHinG is U


Morning.
Sleeping underneath a blanket. Warmth.
Her warm innocent smile.
Taking a cold shower. Refreshing.
Her round eyes, full of mischief and surprises.
Waiting for a bus at the bus stop. Patient.
Her comforting attempts when he's down.


Afternoon.
Eating lunch at a restaurant. Satisfying.
Her small talks once in a while.
Wind blowing against his face. Soothing.
Her sweet words against his ear.
Helping a friend in need. Meaningful.
Her littlest cares towards him.


Evening.
Practicing the *violin. Relaxing.
Her sweet humming to a song.
Joking around with friends. Playful.
Her mean yet funny teases.
Admiring a newborn baby passing by. Adorable.
Her chubb, loving face.


Night.
Hanging out with friends at the café. Joyful.
Her cute laughter after a joke.
Eating a friend’s birthday cake. Sweet.
Her tiny presents given to him.
Tidying up his dirty, messy room. Tiring.
Her face, her smiles, her eyes. Constantly haunting him.


Everything is U.

**dedicated to a fRieNd^^ ** hOpe U like it yAaaA :)