累了睡了醒了依旧累

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有时候               心累了

视线模糊了       思想改变了

找不到               做不到

那天的记忆       内心的自己

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无言

痛  时间却停止

轻轻地飘拂  泪

思  侵蚀,腐烂

让它冷却吧  梦

心  让它消失吧

忘不了

总是看到窗外 夕阳西下了

才发现原来 时间过得很快

总是想到明天 又是未知数

才明白只有 今天是真实的

一个人的在意 就如此落寞

两个人散步 不一样的终点

心里的话不说 只好埋起来

没有人知道 像雪滴花的美

眼眶湿了红了 眼泪却不掉

他蒙着眼睛 看不见听不到

Of cabs, dimples and hands in pockets.

I am in love with autumn.

With its fallen crispy leaves, in all types of shapes and colours.

And the melancholy in the air, and the slight dampness in the grass.

I love walking along the streets,

with the golden brown leaves littering along the sides,

and the hush sounds that they make when I walk all over them.

I love it when the wind blows,

bringing the slight chill to the cheeks, and we have that natural blush,

and then the leaves will flutter around us in swirly and happy motions.

I love it when we were in the cab,

with my sony in the hands of another, and the looming presence at the front,

and all I could see is the fallen leaves flooding the streets of Nottingham.

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we are all haunted by something.

The wind gushed and whispered loudly, excited about the clear baby-blue sky. They toyed with several wisps of clouds, molding them into long and slender streaks.

Grounded, the little lalang stared at the everchanging clouds. He grinned, while swaying softly to the chilly carress of the wind. With his eyes closed, he could focus on the cold that starts to spread from his cheeks.

The wind gradually died away, searching for new adventures elsewhere.

Forlorn, little lalang opened his eyes. His sight fell upon the beautiful oak tree.

Her mighty trunks reaching out so high into the sky. Her leaves, so crisp, are turning from green to a majestic yellow and red. Her roots grasping the earth in an undeniably tight clench. He could even spied a few naughty squirrels having a game of hide and seek.

It was such a beautiful sight.

But the happiness in him seeped away from his roots the longer he watched her.

The tip of his leaves curled up, as he realised

I am nothing like her.

yin and yang.

Sigh.

Out, out you go. You freaking insecurities.

She stood under the oak tree, with flaming red leaves shedding around her.

Silence reverberated in her mind, but quite the opposite, in her heart.

If only they would shed like the leaves, ever so lightly, only with the slightest carress of the wind, and they will detach all by themselves.

If only.

Her skirt danced around her legs, but her black eyes contains none of the gaeity expressed by her skirt.

It was just a swirly pool of black nothingness, with a hint of emerald flecks.

* * *

Emoness aside,

Today was a happy day.

I thought I was going to have a ‘simple’ lunch with him.

So when we walked into Swenson’s in Subang Parade, I thought the restaurant was empty. Because I didn’t see anyone ma.

I was about to sit down, and then this tall figure jumped in front of me holding a camera.

I was like hmm. Who’s that? I wonder to myself.

It kinda took about 2 or 3 seconds to recognise her. My brain works so slow wan meh.

And then the rest yelled surprise from the table at the back. Lol.

It was a very nice surprise! :D

It totally made my day. :D :D :D

After sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo long didnt see those friends. :D

And LS even handmade a card!

:D

Thanks guys, er, if you see this. :D

the invisible hands pulled a grey veil across the opposite banks. waves rolled gently onto the muddy terrains, sucking the wet sands into the current sneakily. a pair of haunted eyes stared past the thick fog that floats over the water, like dissatisfied spirits stuck in the land of in-between. what is between two opposite banks? the pale and distant memories of two untainted souls. one remains in the present, living in the ghosts of her past. while the other, exists only in the pasts of those whose lives he had touched. which one of them have their toes dipped in the chilly waves of dismal? which one of them can truly claimed that their tongues have tasted the luscious happiness? the dreary fog continued to linger as their minds are still void of any endeavours for the future. with their sight blinded, they stood still in the centre of a vortex, their hearts empty without the rainbows of hope.