Thursday, June 5, 2014

Monday, May 19, 2014

Just like other men...

I wish I had taken a picture of the two of us enjoying ice cream. Remember that day? I thought I was the happiest person on Earth.
I close my eyes.
I can see your face.
I can hear your voice. Oh how I am afraid to forget it. But no, it's been 9 months and I still remember it clearly.
Oh and do you remember how I gave you that smoothie with a horrible taste and you said you loved it? Do you remember how you waved and smiled at me when you saw me standing at the other end of the park? I waved back. It felt like there was no one else around. Just the two of us.

But it turned out that you're just like other men. You make us girls feel like we're so loved and cared for.
Then you leave us.
You forget everything.

We don't.

Sunday, February 2, 2014


Five months ago, I came back home.
I was happy to see everyone I missed, but not ready for the craving I've got over the last five months. The craving for that heavenly land. The craving for going back there.
Torn between two places, this is how I feel.
Five months. And many many more months later, I'll still be feeling the same.

Sunday, December 15, 2013

Thank you anyway.

i never loved you.
but i felt good when you were around.
i never loved you.
but you could make me smile.
i never loved you.
but you cared for me.
i never loved you.
but you never said no to me.
i never loved you.
but you were a friend to me.

i never loved you.
but you made me think i did.
those were great days. the days i spent with you.
i never loved you. you never loved me.
but thank you anyway.
thank you.

Monday, October 21, 2013

The fact of losing makes me mad

There is a huge disadvantage of being one of the best in your class: you cannot lose.
Not because other people would think you failed, but YOU just do not want to stoop so low.
Maybe I should just relax and forget about trying to satisfy my ego and desires.
On the other hand, I would regret it even more if I didn't try.
Wish I had enough luck to get what I wanted.
There's never enough of it.
Life is complicated.