Randomization #2

I shall unlock the door and let inspiration flow,

Like a never-ending river that speaks the language of my soul,

Doubtless it will remind me of someone I know but never knew,

So my darling stranger, how are you?

The experiment conducted proves 2 things:

1. To write a verse that will satisfy myself, I need to practise.
2. Always try writing verses before or after the rain.


Xan said I'm moody since I came back from China. I told him that's because he doesn't love me anymore.


I've been acting queerly after the holidays. Whenever someone asked why I told them, "Is it? Well... I don't know... I mean, I'm still me."


Hate that picture (but I still love you, Octo). It's like morphine, it numbs my senses and brings me to where I want to be.


They ask me how many people do I actually love. I told them I love everyone who deserves to be loved by me.

'If I Never See Your Face Again' makes total sense to me. Although some music critics think it sucks.

It makes sense because I totally dig the lyrics. And I don't mind if I'm never gonna see your face again, because we're both smart enough to know that long distance relationships don't last.

Especially when you're a hormone-raging teenager.

No, I'm not love sick.

Or maybe I am.

No, I'm just forlorn, or emo, or it's just because I read Catherine's blog before I started typing.


Helping Kang with what I could was a breath of fresh air from the mundane routine of studying, studying and more studying.


The trials are just around the corner and yes, we should study. Not sitting there re-reading 'Twilight' like that girl there by the window (in case you're not observant enough, that's me).

I'm just bored.

I did study.

Yesterday was Chapter 7 and 8 of Sec 4 History. Just now was Sec 4 Chemistry.

Due to my weak mentality (unlike people like Calvin who has super strong ones), I cannot focus and concentrate on studying in school. So I shall improve my English.

My English is good... my foot! It isn't. I haven't even improve an iota.

I think what gives me the marks in my essay paper is always the amount of imagination I turned into words. It's not about my language, it's about my head.

Right now, I just want to hug someone and cry my heart out. Because I feel like it. For no reason.

The click of the lock stops the fluid of thoughts,

But the stronger ones fought against boulders of rocks,

Memories of us sauntering in the rain,

Some other time, stranger, I hope we will meet again.