Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Souls o' True

Rekindling faint flames burning in the shadowless nights
Rebirth casting upon the shameless souls
Rebonding what was once falling apart

Seeking sense of belonging for a commitment of one fifth of a decade.

-Petite Fille-

Thursday, May 26, 2005

如果

每一个人,在做某件事情时,都会疏忽了某些事务。 也因为在此时刻,让许多因该体会到的美, 而随时间流失。如果上帝允许,愿你祠我在掉泪时, 依然能体会到这一段美。

每一段忧愁后,都会跟随着一丝丝的优美,就如春夏秋冬的含义。就算是冷漠无情的冬天,也带出了洁白浪漫的温暖。

每一片落叶,代表了离别与开始。 这两种含义也不过是一线之差,任何一个含义,都掌握在个人的选择。

美,你又体会到了吗?

- 渺小的我 -

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Pain Overwhemling Pain

I had no wish for recovery. To let this physical pain overtake my emotional breakdown. So as to tell me I'm weak, but not emotionally wise.

Keep me going in the stage of failing health, deprive me the pains of the reality world.

-Petite Fille-

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Star Gazing

To capture what's alluring despite the uttering obscurity
Bracing for a melancholic smile beneath every glimpse of thee
Suffusing me are dost' abandonment
I've but no one to call my own

I long merely to belong
Only to your touch

-Petite Fille-

Monday, May 23, 2005

I'm But Just A Girl

Decision-making from day to day somehow became one big obstacle to me, not being able to anticipate what's it to be. In that subconcious state of mind, I was to accept things that come to me. Trying to list my priority as they changes from day to day, this abruptness hinderance never fails to side track my frail mind.

Respect for the Elders


Some of them simply don't deserve my respect. Exception for my family of course.

-Petite Fille-

Sunday, May 22, 2005

Hold me, Guide me

What's believe to end with blessings turns out to be a pot of ashes, awaits the next breeze to disperse its fragments of nothingness. Who'd ever feel what I feel? This disorientated desk of mine, seems to have illustrated my mind so well.

Music in the background enclosing my every thoughts, soothing my doubts, drifting me further away from the reality. As the waves motion my sways to the pieces, with dim moonlight pacing its way to entice me. My love wasn't here.

To learn to love, to accept and to feel how he feels. Could I ever fulfil this? To tear for his pains, to smile for his achievements and to walk him through every single wince of endurance.

I beg for assurance, for courage to move on.

I don't need no outsiders to meddle about my life, seeking for a new environment with less hinderance in my daily lives.

-Petite Fille-

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

Condemn Me to Only Dreams

Things in life possesses such grace and beauty, if I ever learn how to blind myself of its flaws.

-Petite Fille-

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

Dim Moonlight Soothering my Void

Freshmen Orientation Camp came to an end yesterday, rounding everything up with a perfect evening.

Though in the thought of rushing through this camp due to failing health and feeling far too fatigue, warmth is another I felt.

Lovely.

My love has gone away

Bracing through, with grace you once recognised
Lengthening our romance with every single day I do live

-Petite Fille-

Tuesday, May 10, 2005

Don't Doubt Me

I need trust, I need support from people that mean a world to me. Don't doubt me, I wish to learn my mistake through my every decisions but I'm very much aware of my limits. Let me be, watch me move on, watch me fall, but don't question me. Stand by me. Trust me that I'll wield my very last strength to pull through, you're my strength, as are my other soul.

Recent schedule was hectic, but I could still hang on with patience running a little beyond satisfactory. I'm not the only one riding this journey, not the one tasting the most out of everything, I have no rights to lament. I wouldn't, my pride wouldn't allow me to.

All that's left is that weak smile to keep your day going, assuring you guys i'm really fine. Don't push me to the wall, over it. I need your trust, I've grown up, ain't that little girl you pictured once. Don't have to offer your help, I'd wish to stand tall on my own.

Let me cry, yet believing that I'll be able to dry em' all by myself soon.

Bestow me with your spirtual wings of love. Trust me.

-Petite Fille-

Saturday, May 07, 2005

Let me grow up, with that lil' experience.

Home Sweet Home

Previously due to my inmaturity, I inflicted this thought in me that a home is merely a place to provide for my lodging purposes. Somehow, I had carried that thought along my daily attitude and conversation with my family. Blinding me from the heart warming feeling my mummy gave selflessly to us, I feel a failure in me for not being able to fulfil what she yearn for. I still do feel that security whenever I step into this home with my family around, I know I was protected. For every single late returns of mine, she never fails to be at the door.

Time I learn how to give. The world is harsh out there.

-Petite Fille-

Thursday, May 05, 2005

Sprinkle of Me

Emotional Dependency

Reaching a certain stage of one's life, as a one mental mind grew unknowingly unstable, the urge for realiability simply arouses one attention. The need for reconfirmation to secure that tranquility, telling me I'm on the right track, means a lot to me. Yet, I know perfectly well that I wasn't scouting for other ways out. In fact, I was still firmed and stationed, waiting for ships to dock here. At least, I know I wasn't styrofoam on water.

Honesty

Trust, everyone is trying to gain among their peers, aids in communication and bond buidling. Desperate to achieve, lies are used to attain trust. Truths are the essentials to tear down the barrier between people, building trust. To me, truths are like mask to lies. People tell tales, make believe that they're truths. Lies to cover truths, to maintain trust. I could have worked around with the dictionary, make truths less ugly. With grace.

Bouquet of Love

You look,
But not for me.
Hopes i bear none,
Of embrace,
Nurtured with thy love.

Somewhere none 'd accomodate me,
Where waves crash,
I'll wait for you,
To look for me again.

-Petite Fille-



Tuesday, May 03, 2005

I'm vulnerable

Fragments of petals dehydrated its beauty
Thru' speck of stains trespassing boundaries of my reserved
Speak not of the crimson red stares

If you want my respect, show me that you can do much better than me.

-Petite Fille-