Summertime and the livin' is easy Fish are jumpin', and the cotton is high Your Daddy's rich and your Mama is good lookin' So, hush, little baby don't you cry One of these mornings you're gonna rise up singin' You're gonna spread your wings and take to the sky, take to the sky But until that mornin' there's nothin' that can harm you With Daddy and Mommy standin' by Summertime Yes, it's the time, I'm talking about summertime And the livin', summer living, and the living is so fine Fish are jumpin', and the cotton is high Your Daddy's rich, he's rich, your Daddy's filthy rich And your Mama, hot Mama, your Mama's so good lookin' So, hush, little baby don't you cry Summertime and the livin' is easy Fish are jumpin', and the cotton is high Your Daddy's rich and your Mama is good lookin' So, hush, little baby don't you cry

summertime-- renee olstead


i had a hell of a fun time just hanging out at the courts today.
like piecing back a part of my life that i've missed for a long while. i feel happy today!
time seems to almost stop when i spend my time there. but when reality strikes, i realise that time passes faster than i expect. i'm glad... in a sad way.

reliving the past. something that ain't gonna repeat jsut like it was before. just a tinkering similarity there at times.

ohwells! :D

i'm motivated to change.
i've thought about stuff and i think some things should change for the better.
but after you need 2 hands to clap.. so i shall do my part to the best of my ability.

i realised as well...
we tend to write better when we feel strongly about something, or when a certain strong emotion engulfs us up. senses filled and all, the thoughts just come,.. like verbal diarhoea or something. cool.

i'm currently dry, barren or whatsoever.

i've forgiven, forgotten. thats something good.
but the choice is changing. the distance is reached. i am hiding a bit.

my trust has changed. my belief has changed. for the good or worst... well darling, we'l have to wait and see aye?

i'm inspired in guides. i feel a great sense of repsonsibility, duty to do something to impact their lives. whatever mindy just said in the UH camp has been replaying in my mind for ages. and i'm gonna make sure whatever she envisions the guiding life of a 16 year old to be, become reality. i believe in her principles. i believe in what she sees guiding knowledge as.

and it ain't coming from testwork or logbooks.

i made that promise on my guide honour, that it won't happen to them. no matter what. ((:

and by chance, my passion will ignite theirs as well.

and they, can carry on spreading the light of guiding.

it will happen. (:

Summer has come and passedThe innocent can never lastwake me up when september endslike my fathers come to passseven years has gone so fastwake me up when september endshere comes the rain againfalling from the starsdrenched in my pain againbecoming who we areas my memory restsbut never forgets what I lostwake me up when september endssummer has come and passedthe innocent can never lastwake me up when september endsring out the bells againlike we did when spring beganwake me up when september endshere comes the rain againfalling from the starsdrenched in my pain againbecoming who we areas my memory restsbut never forgets what I lostwake me up when september endsSummer has come and passedThe innocent can never lastwake me up when september endslike my father's come to passtwenty years has gone so fastwake me up when september endswake me up when september endswake me up when september ends


the bitter taste lingers longer than i expected.
it fills my senses. i am drowning.

i like green day's wake me up when september ends.
i saw the MTV and i was like whoa.

haha.

kenneth koh..
what can i say?
he is the bravest guy i've ever met to date.
God. he kept mr koh walking brave down that bleak road of life.
i'm in awe.
people mightn't realise it, but faith does miracles man.
i believe in faith. the power of faith.
it gives you like... almost a second breathe of life.
it gives you purpose i suppose.

oh no. i'm not done yet. my brother's bugging me off the com.
ohwells.

dear pretty ( my blog's name as of now HAHA),
i'll be back as soon as i get my hands on the computer.
don't miss me, i'll be back.
that.
was not ME. omg. i can't believe i wrote that.

You and me We used to be together Everyday together always I really feel That I'm losing my best friend I can't believeThis could be the end It looks as though you're letting go And if it's real Well I don't want to know Don't speak I know just what you're sayingSo please stop explaining Don't tell me cause it hurts Don't speak I know what you're thinking I don't need your reasons Don't tell me cause it hurtsOur memories Well, they can be inviting But some are altogether Mighty frightening As we die, both you and I With my head in my hands I sit and cry Don't speak I know just what you're saying So please stop explainingDon't tell me cause it hurts (no, no, no) Don't speak I know what you're thinking I don't need your reasons Don't tell me cause it hurts It's all ending I gotta stop pretending who we are... You and me I can see us dying...are we? Don't speak I know just what you're saying So please stop explainingDon't tell me cause it hurts (no, no, no) Don't speak I know what you're thinking I don't need your reasons Don't tell me cause it hurts Don't tell me cause it hurts! I know what you're saying So please stop explainingDon't speak,don't speak, don't speak, oh I know what you're thinking And I don't need your reasons I know you're good, I know you're good, I know you're real good Oh, la la la la la la La la la la la la Don't, Don't, uh-huh Hush, hush darlin' Hush, hush darlin' Hush, hush don't tell me tell me cause it hurts Hush, hush darlin' Hush, hush darlin' Hush, hush don't tell me tell me cause it hurts

[no doubt's don't speak]

my latest almost favourite song.



i made a certain promise to a certain somebody in a certain place that i'll live a certain life in a certain place and try to be certain about my certain decision i made a certain time a go.

i'll try. certainly.

i wish no one's reading my blog. since i didnt make much publicity about this warped up page i hope it remains as unknown i hoped it to be.

Many things have happened,
where to begin?
where to end?

When do i stop what i've started?
HOW TO?


mr. YOU.
its impossible.
i'm delussional. thats possible.
just let go and have things be.
sometimes it doesn't go by what you want it to be.
there isn't and won't be a WE.
you
me
not US.


i'm throdding slowly on a very uncertain route i've chosen. i shall try to make the best out of it. although the days seem bleaker than the past, i shall live through it.


many things have happened. not to me, but to many around me. it hurts to see the drying streaks of wetness that cross their cheeks, it hurts to see their struggle to stay above the dread of an end.
but i'm touched. i'm touched to see how they hold on to that single thread of hope, fragile, but strong. thats ironic right. i long to see that special thing last. i long to see THEM last. they will. certainly.

the storm comes not to scare, but to test.