{Underneath the Stars.

underneath the stars
It is all very well, when the pen flows, but then there are the dark days when imagination deserts one, and it is an effort to put anything down on paper. That little you have achieved stares at you at the end of the day, and you know the next morning you will have to scrape it down and start again. ~Elizabeth Aston

expectant .

Name: Zhongy
Age: 18 years old
Date of Birth: January21 1990
Horoscope Sign: Aquarius

Hey guys. I'm guessing anybody who's viewing this actually know who I am. I'm Zhong Yang of course. This blog, titled Memories of The Present is something which has been in the works for some time now. I've specially made it so that people not within Friendster can also view my thoughts. As I'm now in college (Kolej Tuanku Ja'afar), I'll try my best to keep you guys updated on my progress here. Anyhow the posts shall be made in either English or Chinese for the benefit of all my friends. Feel free to comment or drop me messages. Thank you all for dropping by. ~Zhong~

Sunday, 29 July 2007

17:27

They say the people closest to you will hurt you the most, sometimes unknowingly...

I feel like such a fool right now, waiting on a phone which never seems to ring with the right people calling, pining for the right sms-es while wrong ones come flooding in, and hoping for words that will never come...

Heck, I don't even know if the right people are reading this blog...

I'M SORRY I'M SO EMOTIONALLY UNSTABLE, I'M SORRY I'M SO UNSURE; I'M SORRY TO THE WORLD FOR THE PITIFUL MASS WALKING THIS EARTH, THIS SOIL WHICH IS ME...

and only me...

They say still water runs deep...

I'm not even sure of that... I'm not the smartest person on earth, but I'm not the stupidest either; Why must I think so much? Feel so much? As much as all of you? More than any of you?

And yet, I show so little...

STUCK, STUCK, STUCK! FOREVER IN MY OWN CAGE! MY OWN CELL AND BARS, METAL BALL AND CHAINS; LOCKED IN, SHUTTED TIGHT, WITH THE KEYS THROWN AWAY!

without a single opening...

And everybody has a story to tell...

And mine is one nobody can bear to hear, for only the painful yarns are remembered, recollected, but seldom retold... I would chance none but myself with the entire truth, but truth springs from my mouth in parts, in spurts, in spontaneous flourish...

Begging to be shared, to be passed around, to be revealed...

SO THAT IT WOULD COME BACK TO HAUNT ME, TO TAUNT ME, TO WRECK ALL THAT I BUILT ON IT; AGAIN AND AGAIN, SO THAT I FEEL, LIKE A TIRADE, ALL EMOTIONS AROUND ME, BUT ABOVE ALL...

detaching me from all that are dear...~Zhongy~

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