how i wish everyday could be like this...

pic displayed: me on the left (big hoop errings) n bestie!
i had loads of fun yesterday, went to yacht club with my best fren for a swim, everything was great except for the weather, could not see a single speck of the sun in the sky. how much i had longed for some sunshine, but all i could see were clouds and more clouds. but nonetheless, the view was beautiful, yachts parking, ships sailing afar, tugboats and my best friend and me soaking away in the clear blue swimming pool. gentle breezes and coconut trees, ahh! totally relaxing. after a short swim, we headed for the steam bath, hmm no wonder i slept so well last nite... hee... oh oh and the food was superb! i had fish and chips, satay, drank a coconut, watermelon juice and vanilla ice cream...mMmM...i was practically busting after all that...haha
Later in the nite we headed for Marina Square and chilled at Mac cafe...
but not after entering into nearly 20 shops!
My legs were killing me!
i better get some rest now, got up way early to attend church service.
tata:D

a summerised poem of my life

The longing to let out the real me within is driving me crazy,

A whirlpool spinning endlessly, somewhere I can’t reach out to

The only refuge is e use of words that flow at a capillary pace

I’m stuck in this clot of self, and he destined does not reach out for me

Crying is at this point will only bring the esteem within a whole notch lower

Strength returns, like an angel of miracle overshadowing

Her wings fluttering faintly in the distance

Becomes a sweet melodious tune that lullabies me to rest

I awake stronger, ready to face the strongest tide,

To fight the ugliest of beasts,

But yet a timid self within pulls back the chains of insanity

“The line cannot be crossed…” a voiced whispered in my ears,

So here, I today just want to be myself once more,

Not wanting to be left concealed into the past,

Nor to be led into senseless involvement in the lives

Of people that add misery to my interior self,

Though the misery no longer manifests its existence

The fear of it retuning quirks me back to the past

Where the big sign hangs and lingers-“rejection”

That is my greatest weakness till today,

Being genuine about it is just how I really want things to be,

Honest and true, to you…