This is cute (:

Being sick (physically and mentally), spitting out blood-containing flam, I've decided to go on MC despite the important Chem lesson on planning (right, fail midyears woot.). I collapsed yesterday, when I was halfway through some facebook conversation with some J1s. Sometimes, I really think he is insensitive to others, just shooting what's on his mind. There are people trying to cheer a certain someone up, yet he just budged in as though nothing's wrong. Sigh, such insolent behaviours. Anyway, I realised why that little bald head is so sad now, which was also the reason for my initial reluctance to accept that fact that I'm in a JC right now (when I should be in a poly). I could understand how he feels but I guess the best I could do is to encourage him, after all, it's not long more till I'm gone.

If I fall

Your always there through thick and thin
I know you'll be there till thee end
If I fall if I break
Will you be there to keep me awake
No one knows how much i care
How would they dare
No one knows how I feel I hope its real
Could I fall and not wake up
Will you be there to pick me up
I could leave and you will be gone
All the time we spent it could be long
If I fall
I have no one to call
Will you please break the fall

Breianna Richardson

Will You please break my fall. D:

A true friend is someone who sees the pain in your eyes while everyone else believes the smile on your face.

Which makes me wonder how many true friends I really have. It's more of none.

Sitting here, quite sick of life, I'm actually reading poeticheartache, which makes me get really poetic and having heartaches and headaches. I think apart from the 'unfit for physical activities', it also includes unfit for mental activities. Thinking has been made difficult with illnesses.

Nonetheless, I suddenly remembered what EkaT said three days back. He said something about things being transient and that things move and change and nothing lasts forever. Accidental glances at where You sit makes me pause and think if I should go up to You, yet realising that nothing actually changes if I did. Surrounded by many, one more wouldn't really make a difference. I like You, but saying it wouldn't make a difference and I shouldn't because it's not right to even try to do something you know you definitely fail at.

Since There’s No Help
(Michael Drayton)
Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part,
Nay, I have done, you get no more of me,
And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart,
That thus so cleanly I myself can free.
Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows,
And when we meet at any time again
Be it not seen in either of our brows
That we one jot of former love retain.
Now at the last gasp of Love's latest breath,
When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies,
When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death,
And Innocence is closing up his eyes,
Now, if thou wouldst, when all have giv'n him over,
From death to life thou might'st him yet recover.

On the other hand, I really like this poem a lot. Well, because I once could relate to this. Well, once, long time ago, definitely not now. Partly because this is a Sonnet that rhymed (I like words that rhyme somehow) and the almost paradox of last 2 lines ): Love and Loss is such a depressing topic yet it's interesting how you use poems to express them since there's so much angst in terms of emotions yet they could be expressed in a mere 14 lines. I wish I could write poems D:

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