for one more day

This feeling of incompleteness, only He can take away.
The road’s getting harder. 
I’m fighting.
I really am. 
I’m getting tired. 
Can someone please pull me out of this mess? 

What have I done? 


All these mistakes made, wrong words spoken.
Watch your tongue. 
It’s me. All my fault.
False hopes given.
Can we just move from this?

I don’t want to compare. 
But I can’t help but do.
Can someone truly fill that void you left?
I can’t wait to leave.
Maybe then it’ll all end.
It hurts this much cause you knew, saw and felt everything. 


I’m not broken, just bent beyond belief.
This is a cry.
Not for help but for release.
Can we truly forget and move on, after all? 

Miserable at Best - Mayday Parade 

Stuck in between what you want to do
and what you should do. 

Round and round we go. 
This seemingly endless cycle. 

Where do we go from here?
You ask. 
You shout out the question but no one replies.

You search high and low for the one perfect answer. 
Truth is, there is no such answer.
All the roads lead down the same path. 
Destruction.

 

It was beautiful, at the beginning.
What’s left now is a tragic web of lies and deceit.
Can we forgive and move on?
Are we willing to forget the damage done?

Not even songs can heal this part of the soul.
It numbs and you can’t feel anything at all.
And you live day to day in limbo.
Ignoring everything that threatens to break that thin protection.

You hide.
You’re terrified.
You sink deeper and deeper into the black abyss that was once a paradise.

A bridge burnt.
A once was
A promise broken
A love deflowered.

It’s the smiles and the butterflies in your tummy. 
The feeling of wanting to know more 
The need to uncover the person underneath
The contemplation and anticipation.

It’s the little crush that’s turning into something more
The feeling of getting over and moving on
The love songs playing and the songs we sing, 
The happiness that slowly seeps in.

It’s the shy awkward moments that we share
The unexpected things that happen out of nowhere
The things that we talk about without restraint
The undeniable attraction that we can’t explain.

It’s the smile on my face when you call.
The fact that we can talk all night long.
I’m terrified but I’m willing to try
Prove me wrong, I dare you to try. 

Give me the wisdom to discern from right and wrong. 

Give me the strength to resist and be strong.

Keep my heart intact and my head in place. 

And push me to run and finish this race. 

I’ve finally found a solid reason behind my love of Ultimate Frisbee, and don’t worry, it’s not you.

You might be one of the major reasons why I started playing but after awhile, I realized the thrill and pure joy of catching a disc in the end zone, making a good pass, getting a good d and being able to mark up to my man/woman is just utterly amazing, indescribable even. Knowing that you’re slowly improving, even though the progress is slow makes me happy. 

Now when I play, I play for myself, for the team and for the love of Ultimate. 

Knowing that just makes things even better. 

I’m feeling a wee bit poetic-y and in a sort of trance right now -if that even makes sense- so I’ll just write this down before I lose this feeling. 

Life is weird.

Simple.

Complicated.

Confusing.

Worrisome.

Funny.

Unpredictable.

Hard.

Sad.

There are many adjectives to describe it, yet none of it seems quite right. There’s no one word for life. Life is… life. 

It’s what you make out of it that really makes life what it is.

Everything that you’re experiencing, the situation that you’re in, it’s completely your choice and it’s up to YOU to turn it all around. 

YOU choose to be unhappy; to be indifferent; to feel how you want to feel about everything.

Stop whining, it’s not going to get you anywhere. 

You’re heartbroken? Fine. Mourn over whatever that broke your heart and move on. No one’s going to wait for you to get better. Life goes on, and so should you.

It hurts and you remember. It’s completely normal. Just remember that things WILL get better if you make the effort to get better.

Embrace the hurt, don’t let it control you or your actions.

Sometimes, it’s easier to let go than to hold on to something/someone/some feeling. 

I’m not saying it’s an easy task. It’s not. We stumble and we fall but don’t just stay there! Wipe the dirt off your butt and get back up on your feet and continue walking. 

Life waits for no man. If you choose to live in misery, then it’s entirely up to you. No one’s going to stop you. 

It’s YOUR choice, YOUR life. 

It’s time for you to live it. Don’t waste it.

God bless (:

1. Wearing shorts is not and will never be good idea because the airport gets ridiculously cold at night.

2. Bring an inflatable pillow or neck rest or something of that sort to rest your head. It helps you sleep a whole lot better and prevents neck aches. Trust me.

3. If you’re alone, be nice to people around you. They’ll help you take care of your bags while you sleep and during your visits to the loo.

4. ALWAYS BRING TISSUE PAPER. You never know when they’ll come in handy

5. Make sure you bring a lock for your bags, or else you’ll spend the whole night worrying about your belongings instead of resting.

6. Bring earplugs. People tend to enjoy blaring crappy music from their phones during the wee hours of the morning.

7. Camp at a Starbucks or Coffee Bean and fully utilize their plug points and coffee and internet connection

8. Make sure your toiletries are easily accessible so that you are able to freshen yourself up in morning and not look like a zombie.

9. Wear comfortable clothing and shoes. They help you sleep better.

10. Make sure you do not camp at the airport during days when they have their weekly fogging activities done (this is only applicable to LCCT I think).

11. Always, ALWAYS remember to fill your laptop with heaps of movies/tv series so that you can watch them while waiting for time to pass instead of staring into space. 

T’was overall a pretty interesting experience. Some people can be heaps scary and cranky when they’re tired. 

I managed to get about 2 hours of shut eye with my luggage strap wrapped around my left leg and woke up at 4:30am for Coffee Bean banana nut muffins, which tasted superb, by the way.

Now I’m off to bed.
G’night!

note: LCCT=Low Cost Carrier Terminal

Chris Daughtry 

ditto. 

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