and you will keep me safe, and you will keep me close, and rain will make the flowers grow

a little fall of rain
rhoda. 23. nus. dgms. choir. sing(:

can hardly hurt me now


this rain will wash away what's past
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i'll sleep in your embrace at last
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Saturday, February 28, 2009 2:01 PM


because people are inherently selfish.

should i blame them? can i blame them?
i guess not, since i too fall under the blanket of people.

Sunday, February 22, 2009 10:33 PM


thank you for always being there to make the gloom go away and to be my shield from the world(:

4:50 PM


i need to know how to put my emotions into words and not just leave them as abstract concepts floating about where only i can gain access to them and then bemoan the sad state of having no one who can understand.
i need to learn how to be honest with myself and stop covering up everything that i feel under a veneer of happiness and bimbotism. 
i need to stop being such a bitch and actually start being nice for i'm sick and tired of living such a stupid, shallow and superficial life.

i do so hate being inarticulate.
and it's not just the inadequacies of the english language.

Monday, February 09, 2009 9:33 PM

don't judge me. especially if you don't know who i really am. can you tell if i'm really happy or am just hiding my tears? can you tell if i'm acting or i'm for real? can you tell if i'm really ill? never judge a book by a cover. i, too, will try my best to reserve judgements. cos i know just how much it hurts to be judged by someone who knows nothing about me. 

Wednesday, February 04, 2009 5:57 PM


nobody said it was easy
no one ever said it would be this hard

sometimes i don't really know who i am. there's just this blur of emotions that seem to be spread out randomly, scorning all attempts at definition. maybe it is the chaos theory at its very best. or whatever. but i don't seem to recognise myself much anymore. there's this sense of having missed something very important that i can't seem to place my finger on. it throws everything off balance and makes me want to turn around and head into the wind in search of it. 

i have changed. and it troubles me to not be able to pinpoint where and how. of course i could just be rejecting the truth but it troubles me all the same. what are the fundamental decencies that should have been parcelled out? they seem to have fallen apart, like a broken pearl necklace spilt on the floor. how would you know if you've overlooked one? it might just be hiding under the rug, peeking out at you with a bright unwavering stare but life and all its hurry rushes on. and it would be gone. just like that. maybe till next year's spring cleaning would you find it's twinkling eye but would it have been too late? the necklace has been restrung and reinstated without its kin. would its value have diminished? and what of the pearl?