ITS THE LAST DAY OF 2008!
this year passed really quickly.
it has been an eventful year,
further proven when i read through my blog posts.
in the past 364days,
i've had my heart broken,
i've broken hearts,
i've been hurt and have hurt,
i've been overloaded and supported.

this year started with an overly enthu me,
all high about the school and my cca.
now, it is a totally different tune.
i've seen how pretentious the people can be,
and how demanding my cca can be.
but these have helped me see who truly cared.
i wanna give a holla of THANKS to
FBUD!
MAG!
TIM!
ERICA!
JESSICA!
FOONG!
KYM!
SHARILYN!
HANNAH!
IZACK!
MARIE!
MICHELLE.C!
especially as they are truly the ones(:

reading back,
there are 2 poems that i wrote that i wanna re-post
the first poem:

In the silver beam of the night,
you saw joy in my eye.
But, without the aid of the light,
I managed to mask a lie.

I gave up myself,
to morph into your dream.
I'm now just an elf,
hiding behind deception's screen.

I oft so longed to ask,
if you saw me as who I am,
'cause with each new dusk,
I check into your fantastical camp.

I know this was borne of love,
but I know not how much I can take.
I long for the freedom of a dove,
so do you think this ground can be raked?

this poem was and still is till date,
the best reflection of my innermost cry
i know this is the reason of my resentment
the reason for the implosions and build ups.
but i can't bring myself to let the past all go.
you've apologised and i've forgiven,
but yet i cannot erase the years of tears.
i'm sorry.
give me time, i'm still trying.

the second poem:

I've tried to relight the flame,
and you, I've never placed blame.
But my heart feared a relapse,
and pain resides in my synapse.

Apologies have been made enough,
and forgiveness embraced the wrongs.
Now, I can bring myself to laugh,
and experience with love, the warmth.

You have stretched me like a tightrope,
with your stress-imposing hope.
I hope that you can see in time,
that love lost is not a crime.

So now again, i bid you well,
until you can handle this letdown.
I'm sure this is not farewell,
just for you to remove that frown.

this poem was written for a broken relationship,
but reading it through again,
i realised it can mean more than just that.
a few lines strike me at different velocity and corners,
but i'll deal with it when the time arrives.

every year is like a book.
some are tattered and torn,
worn with time and pain.
but others are in near perfect condition.
this year, my book is of neither condition,
but rather of both.
now that it's over,
tonight at twelve i close the last chapter,
and endorse on the pages the end.
i'll put this book in the library of my memory,
the technology that never fails,
and catalogues my life automatically.
but i know it'll never collect dust,
cause the love and warmth of this book,
is carried forth to my next(:

so,
FAREWELL 2008!
you've taught me well,
and whipped me into shape.
& now its time you rest,
to welcome in 2009!(: