The mute basker.

*guitar strums*

As he strums his guitar, he remembered a song that he used to love. Yet as he moves his lips, he was struck by a barrage of memories, of what he used to be, of what they used to be. Overwhelmed by all this, he stopped playing, as silence enjoyed its last few moments of music.

It has been years since they broke up. And years since they last saw each other, yet the image of his lover has never changed in his mind. That image does not have any flawless skin or silky hair, let alone any jeans from AX or Esprit. It is merely a simple girl whom knew nothing, but how to love a person. Maybe that was why he ended the relationship, knowing that she deserves much, much better.

He picked up his guitar and pulled his guitar casing towards himself, before sitting down on his stool to count his daily income.

"Oh, $50 dollars. How generous." He thought. As he picked up the notes to fit into his cigarette box, (he had to throw away the wallet bought by her) he saw a piece of white paper lying within the pool of physical love.

"Take good care of yourself, my love." He looked up after reading it, wishing to find her at an obscure corner. All he found, was another night of nightmares.

Don't fuck around, punk.

Mark this day; the life of an actress.

A young actress, pretty and reserved,
never wishing to be in the centre of the stage.
Maybe not even on.
But the choice is not hers to make,
but the pressure from her family and society she continues to take.

She made it in, somehow.
Maybe for once in her life, she's happy to be.
But little did she know, the pressure will never make her be.
Its not just about the pressure or the failures.
But the pain.

She asked her mom, "What is true love?"
Her mom said, "It's lies."
She asked her friend, "What is true love?"
Her friend said, "Ask your heart."
She asked a boy, "What is true love?"
The boy said, "Me."

The story could have taken a happy ending,
but the scriptwriter chose to fish for more money.
The story hits the climax, and welcome to hell.
But she still had friends to support her.
Or does she?

The story is nearing the ending.
With the fatigue, with the pressure,
She forgot her lines.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" The director shouted.
"GET OFF THE STAGE!"

With that, the life of the actress, seemed as long as it gets...
But she'll always be remembered, in our hearts.
What are setbacks?
Pick yourself up and dust it off,
And it's time to move on.

Its not just black and white.

If roses are red,
And violets are blue,
What about the rose,
that's stuck in it's blues?

What an eventful day.

Gee. Today's the last day of peer tutoring. All the more that I am pretty much scared of it, but I guess I have to admit that I'm quite reluctant. Its like, its going to be the last time talking to them already. Geee. =
I homer, I am rosy.

Cravings.

I don't know, but i have sooo much cravings recently.

1) Cheesecake. Severely. ):
2) TCM. as always. nothing beats tcm with great company.
3) Homecooked food.

Yeah. ):