Remember.
The apple that
killed
Snow White was a masterpiece brewed from the poison of jealousy.
Not hate.
coal to diamonds



written on Saturday, April 14, 2012 3:51 AM




You dropped by my crib today.
So warm and snuggable.
I could love you forever.

You bought me wanton mee for breakfast and we had a good work out.
My life feels slightly more fulfilled whenever you bothered enough to be around.

Do I actually have a purpose here. Here, in this sick sad world.

What if God didn't create me thinking he could love me.
What if God created me because he was thinking of how else to love you.
What if there's no you, would there be me? In these 18 years of my time, it's your face that evoked the will of living in me. Nothing else really did. Before we met I could only dream of wanting to be there for someone. Alone, I am nothing. I have no real passion nor ambition nor direction.

I have been wandering aimlessly on this land. Got 221 for PSLE with no intention. Scored T-18 with no intention. Penned New Media with no intention. Enrolled in Republic with no intention. Graduating with no intention. Where do I wish to end up in 2013, I don't know. Just like how I never knew what I wanted to do with this life in since the 90's.

I've already been taken so far.