Reversal?

For many people, tertiary education is to find their leadership qualities.

 

Somehow for me, university life has taught me how to take a step back. Be less controlling. And let others lead sometimes too.

 

Just so the opposite. I became tamer if i can say so.

Gift Collection

If your name is in the picture, please contact me to collect your gifts. =)

Surprise. Surprise.

Hope you’ll like it. =)

Sincerely,

siaomeen

this blog has been serving as a personal venting spot so far.

lighter and less emo contents can be found at www.cravingsatisfaction.blogspot.com

-siaomeen-

Teenage crushes

(source : pwlsklimunguardedmoments.blogspot.com)

Teenage crushes. *sighs of contentment?* *self-giggles*

Looking through photos, I remember him. Once labeled “Black Santa” because his teeth were so white in contrast to his dark skin. Those were the days of counting when he had physical education, and trying to get the seat right next to the window overlooking the field so that i could get a glimpse of him.

There’s another crush. I knew that he was dating a girl 2 years older than him, i think? haha. the silly things i did to try to be noticed. The attempts at squinting my eyes just to take off the horrendous plastic specs i had, the butterfly-fluttering-in-stomach non stop feeling when he was just a few steps distance away.

Teenage crushes. *laughs at self*. What a silly girl i was.

rain rain go away

(source : blurboydih.blogspot.com)

I was wearing a neat white formal top for a photo taking session. But as i stepped out from the university, rain drops were pitty – pattying. Oh dear, oh no. I better run fast enough to reach home without getting wet. Or else, i’ll be drenched and most dreaded – TRANSPARENT. (maybe semi, since i wore a tube under)

But oh dear. i reached home just like what you could have guessed. Wet, drenched and semi transparent. Boo. but then again. what beats a warm shower right after a drenched day?

a postcard from every place he goes for work.
even though he is based in penang, but he travels around malaysia for work.
this one is from langkawi =)
its one of the many that he sends as surprises for me

happy birthday again
and happy 25 months

standing behind the tainted glass
peeping in to the once belonged place
was it the people? was it the structure?
somehow it all faded away

is it all about pleasing men
or reaching man's expectations
the point is lost

the fixed norm of behavior
with no excuse for wanting to be behind the stained glass
becomes an invisible dominating force
that leads to cold plastic hearts

stand outside and watch
rather than be part of what's in
at least there is the warmth from the sun out there.

siaomeen misses the table corner to lean my head on

and the sofa right opposite me

with the person who

spends hours looking at me

thinking that i dont know he's looking at me

=)

self build or result of consequences.

it doesnt quite concern me

retreat back into the cozy shell.

locked. sealed.

siaomeen is liking the silence more than the noise.

siaomeen doesnt like cramps that feels like my whole inner body is being scraped out slowly but surely.

when everything is well and climbing up the scale real well
something has to happen to bring the whole thing down again huh

slow reaction

knowing me?

as it slowly sink in that.

nothing is as innocent as it seems.

it hurts.

badly.

Fly me to the moon
Let me sing among those stars
Let me see what spring is like
On jupiter and mars

In other words, hold my hand
In other words, baby kiss me

Fill my heart with song
Let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore

In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you

tossing nights.

no - likey

and then

subconsciously

droplets trickled down again

im tired.

of the constant bickering on how contradicting the whole situation is

i know that what i have achieved so far, are blessings from god.

cant you see that too?

it has not been on my own effort.

and so if i have to sacrifice.

its alright

because i know that god will provide.

so what if its not a first class at the end?

i wont regret it. because i know that in the first place, its by god's grace

i dont deserve it

why then.

am i questioned in this manner?

peek

saw a few droplets

peek again

as the fire died down
so did my drive, strive and attitude.
somehow, nothing seem to matter anymore.
no people. no work. no class. no exam. could bring me out of that slumber.

it was like a vacuum from the black hole sucking me in
and i was enjoying the gloominess in that black hole.
who was the one pulling me away?
i knew it was the enemy
but yet. i grew to be fond of the darkness.

as days went by,
i became cold. very cold.
and numb. very numb.
no tears. no sorrow. no hurt. no feelings.

i started to do things base on my own abilities.
intentionally forgetting that all previous records were god given.
as i fought on.
when i do achieve something.
i smile with glee and give credit to myself.
still intentionally forgetting that there is a god.

was life bad that way?
at that point, it wasnt.
i didnt care much. didnt bother much. didnt want to know much.

attitude changed.
although it was well hidden,
people close to me could feel the change.
somehow, the sense of responsibility was no longer there.
the urge to go for prayer meetings and church was no longer there.
the passion for the things of god was not there
to make things worst,
the passion for responsibility and work as a student was not there.

i pushed away what i could.
what i couldnt, i pretend to not care and not do.

it takes a large wake up call

to awake from the slumber

pray for me as i start on the journey to be the responsible me once again

End of next year. If it does happen, it will be a dream, a wish, a prayer come true.

(Many more parties to prove to. )

Another day, another milestone, another celebration, another mark of love.

Tears. Indicators of the fondness of the heart. Poured out on cheeks. Showing the compassion and love. The linkage. The connection of hearts.

2 people. Joining in a common action. Showing unity. Showing love.

happy 2 years