Hi.

Last week of school, I'm actually dreading th closure of school.
How weird is that.
Anyway, all th bestest t th people taking their o levels.
Love love love. <3

painted faces, halfhearted smiles.
with every turn, you wonder,
who is everyone, really?
who is that, which you see?

is it him? is it her?
is it really?
sad faces suddenly turning all smiles,
deceiving the world but hurting themselves.

is there reason? is there a cause?
speak up, get up.
don't hide, don't put on that mask.
what people want to see, is what is behind that mask.

Thoughts, D here.

Hello everyone.
I took th liberty of changing G's template;
Hope he doesn't mind.

Anyway, I read his previous post and kinda felt annoyed.
I have no idea why but th idea of six years gets me pretty nerved.
He's talked t me about it before, but like.
I guess I don't really understand, most of it.

A small glimpse from th far horizon.
Thinking about it, everyone has their own horizon.
Be it in th aspect of studies, occupation, whtvr.
We strive toward it, pushing ourselves t reach it.

Sometimes I feel in all our determination,
We fail t realize th wrong word choice?
Or perhaps its just me over thinking stuff.

Th horizon doesn't exist.
More specifically, its an imaginary line that recedes as you approach it.
So what are we heading for anyway?
If you'll never reach your horizon, why not just set a goal.
Because anything pointless seems t be a waste of time.

Perhaps I'm being rash because studying may seem pointless;
Seeing we're all going t die one day.
But we all do it anyway?
Right, so its not a waste of time.

Ugh, but like I think G's pretty awesome.
Six years is like almost half his life.
I feel all daunted when he tells me about it.
Or perhaps inferior?

Honestly, I disagree that love exists, coherently.
Like, I suppose its simply a chemical reaction,
Amalgamated with hormones.
I'm pretty prejudiced against th whole idea of love other than God's.
Yes, so sue me.

So that was just one long train of tangential thoughts.
Ah, it's probably just surprise.
Of how a person's feelings can remain unmarred by time?
Whateverrrrrrrrrrrrr, okay.

Uh, th Rendezvous With Death thingy's a poem I think's totally awesome.
So like, yeah. No suicidal anything. (:

almost six years now,
and i still live in oblivion.
almost six years i have waited,
yet i never really knew.

is it possible?
is it feasible?
do you?
cause i do.

waited, i have,
hoped, i had.
i have waited 6,
i can wait another 6.

in vain or not,
that all comes to naught.
even if the answer were no,
i doubt i'd ever accept it.

i can only hope for the best.
and it is this hope i cling to,
ever so dearly,
to that small glimpse beyond the far horizon.

i want you by my side.