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Truth is known only to its victims;
Life tells the biggest lies of all,
And draws wages from itself

Twisting Illusions

Franchesca, Ches
23 Sep 1991
SACian before
Thespian now

I gazed up above
Counting every star
With hands grasp tightly
Wishing the fire would never burn out

I called, I screamed, I yelled
Not once did you turn
Now with my faded voice
I longed for illusions

Even if it's a lie,
Tell me what i want to hear

Christine Teo

David

Esther Tay

Hui Shuang

Jasmine Foo
Jingle Bells
Justina Gay

Kel Lim
Kel Relationshits

Leon
Lynn

Rachel

Sherri Chong
Serene
Skye

Wendy

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Sunday, 24 April 2011

I think it is harder to understand than to accept others.

I know how it would feel if I'm in your position. I might have reacted the way you did or maybe not react at all. We would all be affected even though we know that the other person is only friends to either of us. Yet, we can't help feeling that way, can we?

You said that I am difficult to understand because there'e nothing reflected on my face, yet I think, everything is in my face. Writen all over my face, so much so that I wish I can wear a mask to hide my face.

As for you, it just so happened that I am able to understand and read you. Might not be accruate but more or less. I wonder at times, if me being able to read you so easily was a good thing for me. At times, it would have been better to be oblivious than to know, wouldn't it?

I don't want you to change and you don't want me to change. Yet, for this to work out, either party have to give way, isn't it? Compromise is what I would suggest, yet, quite so often, it is not working out. My anger is like a landmine which explodes every minute, yet you always take the blame for that. It is obvious that it is not very fair here, right? It's tough and exhausting, no?

It's funny that both of us are constantly trying to find methods and ways to solve things and to work things out. .......I have no comments already. Nothing much to say. If I approach things from a different angle, would the situation have changed?