Phases.

There comes a point in my life,

when I'm officially an adult.

Suddenly, I'm old enough to vote, drink and engage in other adult activities.

Suddenly, people expect me to be responsible, serious, a grown-up.

We get taller, we get older. But do we ever really grow up?

-Jess

Its 2009 bitches!

Have a good year ahead.
with your love ones esp.

:)

-Jess

FUCK

FUCK EVERYTHING I STOOD FOR.

FUCK CONCERNS.

FUCK EMOTIONS.

FUCK EVERTHING.

kthxbye.

The wait

He's always been alone
He's waited a century for you.
We don't want to see the disappointment in his eyes if you ever die...
Now he's found you...

and so...
the lion fell in love with the lamb.
what a stupid lamb.
what a sad, masochistic lion.

beautiful....really, dreamily beautiful.

wonderfully beautiful. love story.

I will wait for you. it's always the waiting part.


-Jess

Missing

I've been missing for a while.
Struggling to live everyday, making my days sound better than a broken glass.

I miss you.
I miss us.
I miss the regular "conversations"
We don't even talk anymore.
Let alone when I wanna talk to you,
You are always away.
Just when we talked
I tried to sound cheerful
Because
I really want you to miss me like I miss you,
But you've got her
&
You seem pretty content without me.


So goodbye to you.

Whoever out there, unworthy of my love.

-Jess

p.s: watch out for the next post.

Butterflies in my heart.

Ever see someone or look at someone or stare at someone...or something...and feel something in your heart?

If you never did, that means congrates you have got to the nirvana level of inhumanity.

How did those butterflies in ur heart felt like?

Heartaching?

Heartwrenching?

Happiness?

Bliss?

What are butterflies in heart?

Is it bad or is it good?

The butterflies in my heart are not good at all yet...

Oh well, how have you guys been coping with affairs of the fragile heart?

I have been coping well, holding my head up high...don't know when will I ever fall again.

Fingers cross.

I hope I won't.


All the days spent together
I wish for better,
And I didn’t want the train to come
Now it’s departed, I’m broken hearted
Seems like we never started

All those days spent together
When I wished for better
And I didn’t want the train to come.
No, no.You think you’re loving
But you don’t love me

I want to be free, baby
You’ve hurt me
You don’t love me
I want to be free
Baby you’ve hurt me
-Warwick Ave by Duffy

-Jess
xx

Shifted back

I realise I still have feelings for this blog...the tag board and all.

I'm continuing to blog here and I shall keep my livejournal for private entries.

HI ALL.

I'M BACK.

BROOOTOLLLL.

HA.

-Jess