November 03, 2006

False entry

Because these are the people who inspired this blog entry.

Meisen> Therapist Wong. One of the very few persons, who not only condones my state of depression, but told me to feel depressed with style; who at the very beginning stage, affirmed to me that life really doesn't get any easier as you go through more shit - you just thought you knew better, but in reality, life just gets tougher; who replies my totally existential smses, sends me songs so I can feel more depressed, got me out to see the merlion almost being fucked, makes me feel alive by talking to me about movies and books, lends me books (by my fav author too)... and... so on.

And for this that she wrote and thought about me:

what is it about death,
more than life,
that leaves my soul at peace.
what has my thoughts on death,
so warm and comforting,
steam-uprising
beneath my vulnerable senses,
especially on this
particular night,
where my love can not be my lover
and my heart - can not be,
pieced together.

The comment is "Mm. Very... very nice. Very, very depressing. Thanks."

Hadrian> For letting me put into text how meaningless money (my extra income) is:

Money can't buy a state of mind,
can't redeem lost meaning,
can't fill up a state of disillusionment.

Apple> For having gotten to know me better over 2 Iced Passion Tea and a Garlic prawn pasta. It's true, some of us are just not meant to live the life of being taken care of, pampered upon and all that kind of undivivded attention. There is no such thing as choice when you are just not meant for it.

CJ and Z> For the occasional smses that asked 'how's your day been?' even though I could find no real replies.

Everyone else who has kept their distance because I'm a strong girl> Then, pls don't ask me about work, or what lesson I've learnt, or what's in store for the future. And don't suggest that I'd be a better person, stronger person and that I'd find someone else in time to come. The most you can ask would be, "Did you sleep well last night?"

To Time:

Take my photo off the wall
If it just won't sing for you
'Cause all that's left has gone away
And there's nothing there for you to prove

Oh, look what you've done
You've made a fool of everyone
Oh well, it seems like such fun
Until you lose what you had won

Give me back my point of view
'Cause I just can't think for you
I can hardly hear you say
What should I do, well you choose

Your life ought to be shorter.

Posted by 杏 cy （Jancy） at 14:58