From the stage
I can tell that she can't let go
She can't relax
And just before she hangs her head to cry
I sing to her
A lullaby
[gotten from a friend's blog. i like the words]

the past three days had been the greatest for me.(: you never know how many smiles you've put on me throughout the camp. it was what made me go on, staying awake, if not i'd have just gone to sleep. doctor william tan is someone i respect alot alot(: he's one of the few that earned my respect, not because of what he has achieved but just by being himself. no facade. no. but sometimes, the few whom i respect sometimes do disappoint me. ohwell. okay i'm rambling. please ignore.
anyway, just a little aliteration of me
...
like wine
which some appreciate while some don't.
sometimes bitter sometimes sweet.
like a wine cellar
which people can choose to have around or not.
has a nice smell and sometimes bring about a sense of satisfaction, but always cold.
like a wine glass.
which people only use when needed.
firm and strong but is still fragile and can be broken.

there she lay in the dark
staring at the once brightly lited sky.
and there lying on the floor-
a broken piece of glass.
...
once again i'm waiting for a message that will never come in.