Ah,here it is : the (almost) biggest day of the year,i guess. Wonder why's the world so obsessed with it anyway? It feels just like any other day to me somehow. But if you think about, you'd never get to write 090909 as the date again on any days other than this. So i guess that's why so many couples insisted on getting married on this very fateful Wednesday. Personally,i don't think i'd do it. Cuz if so many other couples get married on this date, then it wouldn't be so special after all,would it?

More that often, my classmates would start by saying, "Wah so fast September ade!Scary lo...".And i'd nod and just agree along,spewing something along that line. But secretly inside,i have this nagging guilty feeling because somehow i feel that it's kinda slow for me. Maybe it's because of all the less than pleasant things that happened at that place that gave me the feeling of wanting to leave it as soon as possible. Not quite right, you would say so. Yeah. People who avoid and people who gets avoided. So tired of it. Would it better if we just faced it? Nah, i don't think i'd have the courage to do so.

Trials this Sunday and somehow i'm still just preparing for it. Geez at myself. Life's kinda peaceful now and i guess i'm not complaining like i would last time. I guess i've learnt to live with the peace finally. A pat on the head for myself,please.

Signing off,

ath xxx

-090909-

Currently feeling: geeky

It's the quiet night that breaks me.
I cannot stand the sight of this familiar place.
It's the quiet night that breaks me, like a dozen papercuts that only I can trace.
All my books are lying useless now.
All my maps will only show me how to lose my way.

Oh call my name.
You know my name.
And in that sound, everything will change.
Tell me it won't always be this hard.
I am nothing without you, but I don't know who you are.

It's the crowded room that breaks me:
Everybody looks so luminous, and strangely young.
It's the crowded room that's never heard.
No one here can say a word of my native tongue.
I can't be among them anymore.
I fold myself away before it burns me numb.

Oh call my name.
You know my name.
And in your love, everything will change.
Tell me it won't always be this hard.
I am nothing without you, but I don't know who you are. 

 *Lyrics from Vienna Teng [Nothing Without You]

*Tried ripping her off by writing my own lyrics (or a poem that doesn't rhyme. Not so good at rhyming now,are we? Nah,don't bother.) somewhere along these lines. And suddenly I realized,geez,this somehow already captures how i feel inside. So i'll just post the whole thing up la. Easier. Maybe i'll try to write my own next time. We'll see.

Currently feeling: melancholy