Tuesday, July 21, 2009

My Rajio Day

Its officially Perle's Rajio Day.



So sick of what's on the radio. It’s so overplayed and totally overrated.

Not saying that the singers aren’t talented. They’re being played cause they get into your head. They are the Top 40 Hits..What can I say? Na na na nana…gets into your head! As simple as that, I don’t like the radio. I still hear it, why not. Na na nana gets into my head too. But na na na naaaa ain’t getting a piece of my liking.

That’s me, all the time. My attitude.
I find it hard to accept other’s music while I tried so hard for them to accept mine. I'm being such a pain in the *you know*


I will continue to ask for forgiveness while I’m being sucked into my some kind of black hole. Stick with me k…you are being the rope that I am still hanging on. If I want people to accept me, I need to to accept them to. Though sometimes its hard, when all they do is bringing you down..I'll try.

I am not someone who express. I've tried, but it seems like they rather care bout their own things. You only finds certain people you are comfortable sharing with and how lucky I am, they don't wanna hear..hehe. Talk to my teddies instead *rawr* So my alternative is to speak through my music..not all though..I've got some na na nanaa in my head too.

9 simple songs for you. I'll put it in imeem soon when I am free.
Go check it out when you are free, if not...don't bother

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Plaster!

Something random: I woke up today finding out that I am actually allergic to..

nope...not to any meat
nope...not to any beans
nope...not to any normal allergic





but to first aid plaster...what is this!
now my skin got this red plaster patch
ITCHY!

4 Storeys Up is Going Down


When I climb 4 storeys up towards home
Am I any nearer to you?
100 steps towards that door
Am I any closer to you?

Most days, I walk up defeated
Looking down those steps, it seems harder and harder
Burden after burden, thoughts after thoughts
Those things that brings me down takes hold of me
And I’m tired of walking up there

Maybe I should just sit there on the stairs
Hit frustratingly on walls with my fist
Feel the pain that I’ve caused on us
And scar the paint with the tip of the keys
Maybe then I’ll feel better, maybe…

I can only fill my eyes with deep apologies
If I'm sane, I would have sealed my mouth with both hands
Ignore why the world is so offended when silence is my friend
Then I would not be in this losing battle
Mostly, losing you as well in it
My 4 storeys up is going down under...

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Malta Day: Day to appreciate.

Mood: Okay.Not bad

Today is Malta Day. Malta is a malt drink which my whole family loves. Coincidently, my roomie loves Malta too. Which I randomly went to the local mart to get 2 bottled Malta and drink off the bottle with her when I am home. Well, she wasn't in but at least I manage to pass it to her. Yums!






Randomly wrote a page in my diary during class today as I wasn't concentrating.

I'm glad for those around me, family and friends
How they stick with me through my high and low. Mostly lows..
I continue to be thankful to them for sticking by, hearing me, taking my swings
And I know I've be swinging so high on those trees barely see tops

And if I say I was lucky just merely because I am a girl
Then I am wrong

I am blessed by God for them instead, not just because I am a girl
Not just because they treated me the way I am just because I am a girl
All this while I've been blaming Him for my imperfections
When all I am suppose to do is to continue to see what goodness He have given me

Now I know the outcome of my lows reasons to what He wants me to see
Reasons not just to make me feel the pain and the brokenness
He just cleared my eyes to see through it, the blessings He have given me
Blessing of great people around me, how much more can I ask for then

They may say stuff that hurt you,
They may break you into pieces,
They may do bad towards you,
But who am I to judge...they are imperfect just like me.
Our differences is what gotten us together,
Our difference is what makes us, who we are,
The best similarity is the way we chose to stick together
Even through what we did to each other no matter on what trees we are swinging on
Or what clouds we are riding
That is what made us best of friends
This might sounds like some high school poem written,
Well, it's just my heart's content on black papers and white inks.

. Dedicated to all my family members and friends . Life ain't gonna be that good without you .