light,at the end of tunnel

love,
very deep.
a patient waiting in patient.

i ask myself this very little question today,
does waiting really bring you the hope"ing"s.
at this very instant,i doubt so.
but on the bright side of view,i cant help myself to be positive and think that its actually a very workable attitude.
does the sufferers always see justice?
do truth really prevails?

no luck have i came across romance these few years,
so i tend to wonder if little cupid actually bellow me with the very power of his.
i'm pretty worn by this constant presence of abhorrence,
not of loneliness i presume.
but of singular duties that needs to be carried out,once,now and then.

should i continue waiting in patience,
or should i adhere to the facts of life where a guy of my wanted condition will never show.
or,someday,somehow.,maybe.
i dont want to tamper with nature,
but... ...

the force of everything is weakened,
i am being shakeout.

whatever it is,
Love Prevails.
Alrighty folks,
keep me like this in time to come.
keep my mind abiding.
With enough hope and dreams,probably my fairytale beliefs wont lie.




yc

cull

u know,
things can get very complicated.

with abundant of choices,
it comes failure.
that's what they all say.

today,i have came to realize how very true this phrase meant.
i have,
a lot of jobs option,and yet, i have no idea which to take.
going through the business district in singapore reminds me to keep the money wise smart.
looking through art forms,
reminds me to keep my life in its very subtle simplicity.

so,
as my very unstable foundation gets rocked by every individual visual that pass through my very eyes.
i reckon there must be a way to solve this mystery deep within me.

it is love.
probably.

last year i came across a period of time where i have love to chose at my fingertips.
yet,i chose to stay with a musician.
i release the valve of many hopefuls and betters,yet i dont know why.
truthfully,it is a path i have never regretted till now,
but am query about my juvenile actions which i view correct all the time.

they say mistakes makes you grow,
but somehow my mistakes takes me into a word of self-doubt where i need to constantly build up my belief by self-persuasion.

should there be a lifer just based on one option,
it would make my life so much more easier.
but make my life so dull,
without sparkle.
and precisely because of the lack of flickles
there wont be confusion, and without all these woes,
there won't be life.
so as i take every breath living,
i need to face this torment of necessity.
so, i shall live.
and see what thou will give.





yc

first blush

i'm resenting myself today.
so,to make a serious point,
i settle myself and think through all over again.
be a little girl.

travel to a brand new place,
start a brand new life.

let me start this over again,
i'm baffled, but i cant be ousted.
to crumb the negative,to scramble the emotions.
stability must my soul be,
and time will slowly shake me with a future of no boundaries.
itz the fabulous sunshine,
the photosynthesis.
the continuing of various living things on mother earth.

every smile i give is for myself.
self-centered,but it works.
to account of it,
i will quit many things,
but what more is there to alter?
hmmmm...
this is very tricky.


yc

bollix

as i was fumbling through my thoughts,
i realize that i have very few best friends where i can hang around most of my time.
it ain't bout them i deduce,
its about how i react to this femininity affection.
my disgusted character of preserving too much time into self-thinking,
or probably self-ascertain.
i have zero idea!

too bad am i living in this world of too many friendships running around,everywhere.
i choose the path of reluctance.
my mind is whirled in a way,and i'm clueless.
today was an eventful day for me and yet i felt hollow end of the day.
it may be the consequence of too much hidden inquiries and answers,
i failed my yearly resolution yet again.

to chose a quiet spot to hide,i reckon.
waiting for the chance.
bound within me is fear i have yet not conclude,
and i'm waiting for the chance to face it.

the whole world is a cupboard of jokes,
a library of words.
a pile of rubbish?

if i'm dwelled in comparison,
then i'm a sad little creature living in this beautiful painting.
so what choices have i got?
marching towards more experiences,
improvement.

i'm marked.

yc

daddy's lil song

When i was just a little girl,
i ask my mother what will i be.
will i be pretty,will i be sweet.
this is what he tells me,
Hey! sarah ,sarah...
whatever will be,will be.
the future's so hard to see,
hey..sarah,sarah.

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