Wednesday, April 26, 2006|4:38 PM

A really really touching story. Hope that we wouldn't live our life with so much regrets. Life is so unpredictable. Treasure every moment.

"Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoiced, but for those who loved, Time is Eternity"

Eric fought to hold back the angry tears, glistening in his bloodshot eyes. He lifted his head and glazed at the stars twinkling upon the midnight sky. The world seemed so peaceful tonight. Everything looked fine.Faint sounds of crickets in the overgrown grass, the occasional roar of car speeding by...

Everything looked fine but to Eric, it wasn't. His lips quivered and his hands shook with emotion. Without meaning to, Eric started bawling. What had he done? He thought about the times he had with Regine. Times that he never treasured. Eric and Regine had known each other since forever. They were in the same school for 7 years and they had even been in the same class for a couple of years. Regine had been a really great friend. Although not exactly drop dead gorgeous, Regine was beautiful in her own way. She had a certain style, which you cannot describe. Maybe it was the way she carried herself or the sensitivity reflected in her almond-shaped eyes...

There was definitely a certain grace about her. Eric knew that he could always count on Regine. She was always there for him, helping him all that she could. She was a really great friend, always so giving and thoughtful. At that time, Eric was in love with Angel, the most beautiful girl in the class. Angel was absolutely gorgeous, with her striking, trim figure, long silky hair and flawless complexion. Eric wasn't the only one who was totally crazy about her. He confided this to no one but Regine. Regine didn't like Angel. She thought Angel was somehow proteins but being the good friend she always was, Regine gave Eric her full support and even devoted her to endless hours on the phone, listening to Eric mooning over his dream girl. Eric remembered the day Regine went with him to the florist to pick out some flowers for Angel. It was supposed to be a St. Valentine's Day bouquet and he had wanted it to be a special one. Regine had put together a beautiful bouquet of roses, complete with baby's breath. Eric took the magnificent bunch to school the next day and waited by the gate for Angel to come. He was nervous and his knees had turned to jelly.

What if Angel doesn't like it? Just then, Regine came by. She nodded to him and gave him an encouraging smile. His confidence immediately went up several notches. Eric glanced down at the bouquet and discovered that on the tip of the petal of one rose was turning slightly brown. He frowned. Though it was hardly noticeable, he took it out of the bouquet. He could not give that to Angel. Angel deserved the best. Eric caught up with Regine and gave her the brown-tipped rose.

He meant to ask her to throw it away before Angel could see it. Regine's eyes widen, as she took the rose. "Is that for me? Thanks, Eric." Her eyes shone with happiness as she gave him a wide smile. "Oh erm...yeah." Eric didn't know what to say. Regine gave him a slight push. "Go and wait for Angel now. She would be here any minute." Eric ran off thankfully, a little ashamed of himself. But his guilt vanished as soon as he saw Angel coming into the school gate. He pushed the flowers eagerly into Angel's hands and glazed at her like a hopeful little dog. Angel took the flowers and gave him a hundred-megawatt smile.

Eric was over the moon. The next few weeks were followed by long phone calls, moonlight walks and lovely dove words. Eric felt like he was the happiest guy on earth. He began to see less and less of Regine and felt a little guilty about that. But he always brushed it off by thinking that Regine would understand that he had got to care for his girlfriend now.

As days passed, Angel started giving him the cold shoulder. Finally one day, Angel told Eric that she did not want to see him anymore. "The thrill is gone." She said in a cold sort of voice. Seconds later, she sped away with some guy on a Harley Davidson, leaving Eric in the dust. His world came crushing down on him. Within an hour, everyone learnt about it and they were snickering and making some "toad thinks he could have swan meat" remarks.

Eric felt that his world was bleak. He felt trapped, as though he was in a long, endless tunnel in total darkness. That was when a warm glow of light appeared at the other end of the tunnel... Regine. She had picked up all the broken pieces and tried to fix it all back in one piece. She was a real friend. One night, Eric and Regine were sitting in the cafe for their usual coffee. Eric began telling Regine all about the scenario with Angel and how he still loved her.

He did not notice that Regine was strangely quiet until she suddenly spoke. "Eric, there's something I want to say." Eric looked at her solemn, sad face in alarm. "What is it, Regine?" She gripped her hands tightly until her knuckles turned white. "Eric... I like you." she whispered. "Regine, I like you too. In fact, I think of you as my very best friend." "No, Eric, you don't understand. I like you. I mean...really like you." Eric gasped in disbelief. He looked as though he had been slapped across the face. "Regine, you don't mean that!" he protested. Regine nodded miserably, a tear trickling down the side of her face. "But you can't, Regine. I like Angel." Eric continued weakly. "I know, Eric. I'm not asking anything. I just want you to know because...because...I can't bear to help you with Angel anymore. I cannot lie to myself any longer. I'll go mad, I really will, Eric." Regine broke down sobbing.

The night ended in a very awkward way. Neither of them spoke to each other. They had said a hurried goodbye and went their own separate ways. They never spoke to each other again. Eric slumped himself on the ground; his chest heaving and his breath quicken with every sob. He had been so blind! He had finally realized what a fool he had been. How could he NOT notice the false, insincere smile of Angel's? The sacarstism in her sickly sweet voice and her laughter which sounded like fingernails on a chalkboard... How could he have ever thought she was beautiful? And how could she ever compared with Regine...Regine, who was so touched by an imperfect rose with a brown tip...who was so giving, so appreciative... who was always there to pick him up after his falls... And he had never even given her a decent rose...

Why did he only realize it now??? WHY??? Well, what he could do now was to go and find Regine and patch things up with her. Then, they will live happily after, right? Wrong.

Because Regine is dead. She had been sitting in her balcony, looking at the rose that Eric had given her, only that it was all brown and crumpled now. Nevertheless, she still kept it and looked at it all the time. The wind had swept the flower out of her hand and in her haste to retrieve it; Regine had fallen off the balcony. Eric never had the chance to tell her anything and he never will again. He had shut his heart to Regine after what happened with Angel. He had not evened really liked Angel but he THOUGHT he had.

It was too late to realize that now. Dawn broke, sending streaks of sunlight over the morning sky. Eric recalled what Regine had said to him once before. "Let the break of dawn mark a new beginning. Leave all your troubles behind." He would do just that. He had depended too much on Regine to pick up all his broken pieces. He had to do that himself now. He owed Regine that much. Eric took a last glance at Regine's freshly dug grave, whirled round and walked off slowly, leaving the shadows of the past behind him...

Sunday, April 23, 2006|5:14 PM

ii toldd eiiuu ii lykedd hiim ..
eiiuu toldd me to go 4 iit ..
ii toldd eiiuu ii have a bf le ..
eiiuu toldd me to giive up myy crushh ..
ii toldd eiiuu ii dunn wann ..
eiiuu toldd me ii wldd endd up hurtiingg myself ..

yes .. ii diid endd up hurtiingg myself ..
andd hurt myself terriiblyy ..
ii hadd scars on myy handds ..
ii cut myself ..
even thought of deathh ..

untiil ..
ii met eiiuu ..
eiiuu cheeredd me up ..
toldd me jokes ..
accompaiinedd me thru thiickk andd thiin ..
for a few months ..
eiiuu knew dat myy heart hadd scars left byy myy crushh ..
but eiiuu diidn't care ..
eiiuu contiinuedd loviingg me ..

now .. ii have 2 bf ..
theyy were iignoriingg me ..
last tiime theyy hurt me ..
ii toldd eiiuu ii wantedd revenge wiidd themm ..
eiiuu toldd me ii wldd end up hurtiingg myself ..
andd eiiuu saiidd gals shlddn't b so revengefull ..
ii toldd eiiuu , eiiuu were a guyy ..
wadd wldd eiiuu noe abt gals ..
andd ii toldd eiiuu ii was aledii hurt ..
wadd the diiff wiidd beiingg more hurt ..
ii was aledii usedd to iit ..

but ii was wrongg ..
ii realii endedd up hurtiingg myself ..
real badd ..
although ii put on a biig fake smiile and laughter to school ..
myy heart .. iis stiill iin a miiliion piieces ..
now .. siitiingg on myy chaiir ..
iin front of diis computer ..
thiinkkiing of eiiuu .. wriitiingg diis post ..
myy tears are lykk beadds droppiing frm a broken striing of a necklace ..
ii cant beliieve eiiuu wldd leave me here iin diis worldd ,
all alone ..
to periishh ..
|4:40 PM
ii knew eiiuu wldd nvr lykk me ..
but eiiuu diid not have to do dat to me ..
ii noe eiiuu hatedd me ..
but eiiuu diid not have to scoldd me vulgar language ..
or go awayy from me lykk ii had ii biirdd flu ..
ii diid nothiing to eiiuu ..
jutz addedd eiiuu iin friienddster ..

although ii noe dat eiiuu hate me ..
jutz siitiingg besiide eiiuu everydayy makes myy dayy ..
seeiingg eiiuu hapii iis enuf for me ..
but seeiingg eiiuu siit besiide me andd feeliingg so angryy andd sadd
dat eiiuu cant siit wiidd ur best friiendd ,
realii breakks myy heart ..

wen eiiuu scolddedd me vulgar language ,
ii felt lykk eiiuu were takiingg myy heart andd throwiingg iit on the floor ..

ii cant helpp iit dat ii hadd to siit besiide eiiuu last tiime ..
now eiiuu siit behiindd me duriingg MT ..
ii have to pass homeworkk backk to eiiuu ..
ii'm contendedd to jutz catchh a glance of ur face ..
ii feel contendedd andd safe jutz noeiingg ur behiindd me ..

jutz for dat one hour ..
ii wldd feel dat ..
ii m the happiiest personn iin the worldd ..

ii wldd do anii thiingg for dat one hour to go slowlyy ..
lykk iit was a dayy ..

ii got everyy iinformatiion of eiiuu ..
ur b'dae .. ur hp num ..
all ur brother's name .. even ur cousiins ..
ii even addedd eiiuu iin friiendster ..
andd kept eiiuu as myy friiendd althoughh eiiuu kept scolddiing me ..

before ii sleep eachh dayy ..
ii thiinkk of eiiuu ..
how eiiuu lookk ..
all ur faciial features ..
ur attiitude ..
all ur workk ii've seen ..
tiinkkiing abt how siillyy was ii to
not notiice eiiuu .. untiil p5 ..
tiinkkiing abt wen cann we be friiendds ..

although we cant be friiendds ..
althought we have to stayy strangers ..
ii remember myy 1st chat wiidd eiiuu ..
usiing a fake acc ..
eiiuu soundedd so cool ..
aft eiiuu askkedd me hu m ii ..
eiiuu blockkedd me ..

although eiiuu diid dat ..
ii was hapii to have chatedd wiidd eiiuu ..
ii toldd alot of myy friiendds abt iit ..

although ii criiedd manyy tiime cuz of eiiuu ..
although eiiuu broke myy heart manyy tiimes ..

ii jutz wantedd eiiuu to noe ..
ii ll waiit for eiiuu ..
even iif iit means waiitiing for eiiuu for liife ..

Saturday, April 22, 2006|11:04 PM

Well it you wanted honesty that all you had to say.
I never want to let you down or have you go ,
it's better off this way .
For all the dirty looks,the photographs you boyfriend took,
Remember when you broke your foot from jumping out the second floor?

I'm not okay,
I'm not okay,
I'm not okay,
You wear me out .

What will it take to show you that it's not the life it seems?(i'm not okay)
I've told you time and time again you say the words but,
(i'm not okay)you dont know what it means
To be a joke and look, another line without a hook
I held you close as we both shook for the last time,take a good hard look!!

I'm not okay,
I'm not okay,
I'm not okay,
You wear me out.

Forget about the dirty looks
The photographs your boyfriend took
You said you read like a book , but the pages are all torn and frayed.

I'm okay
I'm okay!
I'm okay,now
(i'm okay,now..)

But you really need to listen to me
Because i'm telling you the truth
I mean this,I'm okay!
(Trust Me)

I'm not okay
i'm not okay
well,i'm not okay
i'm really not okay

OKAY
i'm not okay
i'm not okay
well,i'm not okay
i'm really not okay
OKAY
i'm not okay
(OKAY)
|10:23 PM
a sparroww was iin love wiithh a whiite rose ..

one fiine dayy , diis sparroww proposedd to the whiite rose ..

the whiite rose toldd hiim dat wen she turns redd she'll love hiim ..

the sparroww tares hiis bodyy andd slowlyy spreadds hiis bloodd on the whiite rose
andd iit turns redd andd fell iin love ..

but .. the sparroww iis no more ..

diis iis love ..

hospiital wiindow ..

|10:17 PM
A great note for all to read it will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.

Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by.

Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it. In his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days and weeks passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.

He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.

It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window

The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.

She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.

"Epilogue:There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.

Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.

If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy.

"Today is a gift, that's why it is called the present."

now dat he's gone .

Thursday, April 20, 2006|8:14 PM

you know i miss you so
i didn't know you had to go
you've had enough of our distance

before i had the chance to say
i'm staying with you
for the rest of my life

don't keep telling me these words
you don't know how much it hurts
and i'll promise you eternity
if you promise me your stay
but now its too late
i'm no longer the gal that i was

i will go on without him
like a fool who's too sure
i'm like a bird who's lost her wing
a fire without its flame

i don't know how to be strong
when my love has to move on
i am a song without a soul
now that he's gone
what's left of us in this song

this is our song without a soul
now that you're gone
what's left of us in this song

----------------------- MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE --------------------------------

my mother iis lykk so freakkiingg love to humuliiate me .
andd alwayz curse me to not do well iin my exams . how cldd she do diis to me .
ii jutz fought wiidd james . -> EX-bf .
myy liife iis iin lykk . a total mess .

hate me iif eiiuu must .