// I write you read but don't expect much

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Cupid told me that he and me aren't friends.

the boy with a dead heart. posted at | 12:44 AM |
Monday, August 23, 2010
Has it's time

Got this from a friend's twitter. Hope he doesn't mind.

"Each spring has it's time. To blossom and to behold.
Now now, it's time to move on, and along."

I tried to make the best out of the last.

As much as I did, I the sparks were gone. The element of trust had thinned. Everything just wasn't. You credited the red-sea-separated-by-Moses conversation to the mutual understanding (now) shared. I thought otherwise.

Perhaps if you had been more adamant, I would have given in. If you had put your heart into it, I wouldn't be that un-receiving. Neither the sweet talking nor reminiscing of the times-not-exactly-times will work.

I now stick to my decision. As predicted, the work of fate will no longer contradict.

Spring came and has since gone. It's really time.to.move.on.

the boy with a dead heart. posted at | 12:34 AM |
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
And If one day I

If there's one day I ...
And if there's one day I happen to bump into you again on the streets ...
I wonder what would I do.

the boy with a dead heart. posted at | 12:51 AM |
Monday, August 16, 2010

One of the greatest irony in life?
He who gives more would not necessarily receive more.

**

His stubborn nature lies between the letting go & happiness.

"All this while, the answer has been there.
Yet the search continued;
for it wasn't the answer that he was expecting to hear."
It's just something you have inside that you must learn to control.

the boy with a dead heart. posted at | 12:45 AM |
Tuesday, August 3, 2010

很多东西是不能如我们所愿。
缘分来得快，也去得快。
两人的友谊乙缘分即燃要灭了，
哪么伪何要去丛燃它呢？

the boy with a dead heart. posted at | 11:52 PM |

"Each spring has it's time. To blossom and to behold.

Now now, it's time to move on, and along."