I really really like you and it's scaring me...

Please don't get tired of me. . .

When words aren't even enough to describe this

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Those nights when you are all alone

The darkness and coldness surround you

The silence becomes deafening and suffocating, it drowns you

Those nights when that feeling starts to gnaw at you

Slowly eating you away, leaving you empty and hollow

That feeling is so overwhelming, you just want it to stop

Then it worsens until you can no longer feel

Those nights when you try to sleep but you can’t

The voices inside your head keep you awake

But once you fall asleep, it haunts you

You have no escape

It has found its way inside you

Oh dear

You shouldn't but you did anyway

Oh my love for Christmas

Christmas oh Christmas~

My favorite time of the year.

I love it more than my birthday actually. No no, not because I receive more gifts on Christmas (hmm or maybe I do? ;) ) but because of the feeling I always get. There’s that certain feeling that I can’t explain. That feeling that makes you feel so hyped up. It lifts up your mood instantly no matter how down you feel. It makes you feel young again. It takes you to that place where wishes come true. Where Santa is real. Where everyone is happy. A world of make believe. I love that place. If only I could stay there forever.

It's that time of the year again when you hear those catchy Christmas songs and some annoying ones in the mall(even in the malls' loos), in your house, your friend's house, the taxi and the taxi driver, the market across the street, your playlist, your mother’s playlist, your brother’s playlist, your sister’s playlist, your father’s playlist, everyone’s playlist in your family.

That time of the year whereby wherever you look (mostly found downtown. Blegh), you see those beautiful and stunning Christmas decors. It makes you feel like you’re in Wonderland, so magical. But the only thing missing is the white fluffy snow in Singapore. So no white Christmas for us this year and the year after that and that and that andddddd that. If you still want to make snow angels or snowmen, you could. But they wouldn't be called snow angels or snowmen anymore. They’d be called sand angels and the sand men (Oh spidey puns). Just go down the beach with your trusty bucket and shovel and you’re set to go!

Random post. Or is it.

Not gonna go with the flow like last time. Shit went down. 

I'm gonna be in control, with my trusty paddle of course :D