Raining Days

When you're feeling down, so depressed and out.
We need you to know that we're all here.
Despite the lack of words, the weekly meetings and all that crap, I'm sure all of us are behind you.

Accepting changes in life and social status is never easy.
Look for me, I'm not exactly doing all well either.
We work the same amount of hours but at the end of the day, think about how i can continue to be who i am and not what your mental state is in currently.












Which kind of rain, which type of night and which side of me would you miss the most?
How big should the rain and how dark should the night be, can i then own your affection.

Bowling Names

Bowling Alleys can only remind you of a few things.
In no particular order, the long waiting time, the group of friends, the high fives, the shorten names and the sounds of crashing pins.

But when you go bowling with the peeps, we add in something new. The Names.

There was, a Job Seeker, Dun wanna be AU, Tai Tai Wanabe, Mother3sa, Malcolm, female beckham lover, Mr shortty, Spore Panda and most importantly ZHOU Lover.

So who's who?

The dawn of men

The running emotions of feeling weak inside.
The internal cries to cut down on intake.
The I think i am falling sick mentality.
I think i am..
I think i am..

Of all the things you can do or choose to do, if only you have made the correct decision.
The situation won't be so bad now.
It's funny at times when you feel so misunderstood, at times people read you like a book.
Those that claimed to know you inside out, how important are they?

How many times do you feel left out of the group, when there is a common topic but you.

It's like the secondary days when your mates label you as an outcast of the group.
Just because you're different, they tend to differ.
Looking at them now, i feel so much better, I'm glad I'm different.











I think i have made up my mind, this time round, I'm impressed that I have no regrets/difficulties taking/making the decision.

out and out

Time is running out. Dearest love i hope, this letter finds you well.
Something is missing and i lost my last good chance.
So let it go and let it go.

I struggled to reach you, hated to love you.
So set me off like dynamite that is strapped around my neck.

Time is always running out, there can never be enough time and reasons to take me from this world.

Don't hold back the distance, where we can cure ourselves from the suffering.
The moment to set loose and set free, the innocent and the betrayed.

Yet nobody is talking about the hazy skies.
The light that keeps on burning is on the same page that you've been burning.
There is no message that i am sending just this thought process i owned.

All eyes on you

It's like when you are fixed to a certain point.
It's like the time when you are pretty sure.

Then comes a twist that rips you apart.
Then comes a point when you are not so sure after that.

The aftermath of everything drags you into a nose dive.
The result of making a stand, making a stand.

When it crashes, you wake up treating like it is a nightmare.
You look back at your decision, treating it like a fusion of sugar and spice with everything nice.

You stopped yourself in time, standing in line, making a sigh.
You cried till you are dry, wasting your time in wine, you try to laugh it off as you whine.

Sweat Not Fret Not

Connections between humans are amazing.
Their roots come from anywhere, everywhere.
When a certain connection breaks, there is always another one that gets ahead.

Connections are like a forest, which each branch intertwined slotting out different lines.
But as the case of connections, it had to start somewhere.
And when the parting that is holding the bottom line breaks, the rest of the branches falter back to the original state.

Should we hold back making friends, regardless of their origins?
I say don't give a care, live life like it is never there.

There is a hidden social butterfly in each and everyone of us, some show it and some deny.
We all have the urge to talk, communicate and meeting new/interesting characters from different walks of life.

You are what your friends are, face it. 'Far away relatives are nothing compared to the nearest neighbour'
And as far as I am concerned, this statement is practical.

The people around you have such a great influential impact that one day, you stop living as yourself but living as what is expected.

Expectations are like two sides of a coin, it either kill you or save you. Depending on the situation.

Push ups and make overs, in one place or another, we all defined tradition.
Can we go ahead and break that mental state or we just suck it down and stay.
Like introduction of the dishes at a wedding dinner, do we all really fancy their routines and linger?
And all those thank you speeches, are they for show? or are they for real?

I strive to break the rules, I sought for something new. But i see barriers that comes in shape of my folks.
Can i really do it my way or will they make me take the high way.

As you can tell, the sudden change in topic the 'where the fuck is the link?'.
I'm sorry to tell you, I don't ever give a care about the truth.

Streetlights and silhouettes, breakfast and comrades.
Stop signs and drunken bells, Crunch time and water wells.
Kleenex and fingernails, forecast and raining hails.
Arson and tenderloin, crimson and chips ahoy!