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Jonathan Lim
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Raffles Institution, Raffles Junior College
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Thursday, October 29, 2009
10:12 PM

i've got to love myself a little bit more, and love you a little bit less. i realised you're not that hard to forget. or maybe i'm just not trying hard enough to remember. this all feels like a sweet dream thrown into the deep end of the pool. i think i feel numb, because i can't even tell what i'm feeling right now. so many excuses, and yet so little time. in 4 to 5 months time, i could look back on this week and regret it for the rest of my life, but why wait until then? there just seems like so many reasons to fall right now, but i will not let myself. i have always been a fighter, and i always will be. without you, i do not give up. when the going gets tough, the fighter gets going. everything feels like it's stacked against me right now. my faith, my strength, my courage and most importantly, my desire to succeed, will all be tested.

maybe life's really not about a couple of alphabets on a piece of paper, but try telling that to the rest of the world. life's about living, and make no mistake, i'm going to live it to the fullest. and even if i fail, i will find another way. because life doesn't stop, and neither does living. so i'll take my shot and i'll take my chances. it's time to make the most of it. fingers crossed and eyes closed, because right now, i don't want to see the world any more than it wants to see me. it's 12 days and counting, but who's counting?

immaculate and inadequate ;


Wednesday, October 28, 2009
11:08 PM

a night run is refreshingly a new day in an old town, and that's just how i like it.

this is one heart, you can't bleed out.

immaculate and inadequate ;



6:44 PM

my eyebags are heavy, like the weight on my chest.
i try to get it off, but it only gets heavier at best.
when you feel like giving up, don't give in.
be sure they will find you out, your darkest sins.

two words: fuck life.

immaculate and inadequate ;


Tuesday, October 27, 2009
8:42 PM

one thing i've learnt, is to never tell the truth, no matter the price. the world can't handle the truth, society can't handle the truth, and most of all, you can't handle the truth. between doing the right thing and doing what makes you feel good, always, always fucking choose what makes you feel good. because it's not worth it. not when your honesty and trust counts for shit. so lesson learnt: be a coward, and live the rest of your damned life as a lie. never tell the truth, never be brave and most importantly, never, ever give your heart away. this is what you get for love. life is a joke, so smile when you can, and never take anything too seriously. just roll with the punches and stay alive.

victory's within the mile,
almost there, don't give up now.

immaculate and inadequate ;


Saturday, October 24, 2009
1:26 PM

so here we stand, in our secret place.
where the sound of the crowd, is so far away.
you take my hand, and it feels like home.
we both understand, it's where we belong.

so how do i say, do i say goodbye?
we both have our dreams, we both wanna fly.
so let's take tonight,
to carry us through the lonely times.

i'll always look back, as i walk away,
this memory will last, for eternity.
and all of our tears, will be lost in the rain,
when i find my way back, to your arms again.

but until that day, you know you are, the queen of my heart.

so let's take tonight, and never let go,
while dancing we'll kiss, like there's no tomorrow.
as the stars sparkle down, like a diamond ring,
i'll treasure this moment, til we meet again.

no matter how far,
away you may be.
i just close my eyes,
and you're in my dreams.
and there you will be,
until we meet.

Westlife

you're the queen of my heart


"The greatest thing you will ever learn, is just to love, and be loved, in return."
~Nat King Cole

immaculate and inadequate ;


Friday, October 16, 2009
10:55 PM

love in technicolour, sprayed out on walls,
i've been pounding on the pavement, 'til there's nothing at all.
i got my cloak and dagger, in a bar room brawl,
see the local loves a fighter,
loves a winner to fall.

it don't matter, i won't do what you say,
you've got the money and the power.
i won't go your way,
i can't take for the people, they don't matter at all,
i'll be waiting in the shadows, 'til the day that you fall.

kill me if you dare,
hold my head up everywhere,
keep myself right on this train.

Kasabian

i seriously need to stop posting lyrics, but that's the way my life is right now. somewhat confined to meaningless words in a song, that may or may not rhyme. i'm taking words from other people's lives to describe my own, and i'm not even going to deny that it's pathetic. i guess that's how i'm living my life now, through the words and melodies of others, at their every whim and fancy. which is why i need to cut myself off from you. give only the love that the other deserves, nothing more and definitely nothing less. i don't feel the love right now, and probably you don't deserve it from me either. there are many others who would be more capable and are better candidates to fill these shoes. i'm not giving you up; i care too much to. neither am i giving in to you, because i simply don't care anymore. insouciance is a gift, used by the ones who care too much to care too little.

immaculate and inadequate ;


Tuesday, October 13, 2009
10:35 AM

it's time to turn on the radio, and flip the channel to the oldies. desperate, futile attempts to let the music take me back to a place i was never at, but a place i probably belonged. it's oddly therapeutic to have the radio play a song you've never heard before, but be able to recite every word of the lyrics. when the radio plays that song again, it's no time to cry, but to smile, for every memory that we shared. if you don't love me, let me know. if you still love me, don't let me go.

even with our fists held high,
it never would have worked out right.
we were never meant for do or die,
we were always meant to say goodbye.

started with a perfect kiss then,
we could feel the poison set in,
perfect couldn't keep this love alive.
you know that i love you so, i love you enough to let you go.

i want you to know that it doesn't matter,
where we take this road, someone's gotta go.
and i want you to know, you couldn't have loved me better,
but i want you to move on, so i'm already gone.

i'm already gone, already gone.
you can't make it feel right, when you know that it's wrong.
i'm already gone, already gone.
there's no moving on, 'cause i'm already gone.

Kelly Clarkson

immaculate and inadequate ;


Saturday, October 10, 2009
7:51 PM

"Think where man's glory most begins and ends,
and say my glory was I had such friends."
William Butler Yeats

I can turn my back on the world, as long as you stand by me.

immaculate and inadequate ;


Tuesday, October 06, 2009
11:57 PM

B D D S (B)

i'm not going to say too much here. i think the letters above says it all. i'm no longer concerned about competing against others. i think i've come to realise that the greatest competition is from within. it's okay to overachieve and fail, at least you could say you've overachieved. and partly because i realised, or was forced into acceptance by humiliation, that you are truly good. due credit must be given when deserved, even if reluctantly. you are not only bright, but hardworking to boot, so kudos to you. but now i should focus my attention on me. this prelims have shown me that i'm grossly inadequate, yet at the same time it delivered hope. i think i'm finally beginning to see that we'll all get there, it's only a matter of how well we do and whether we can accept our grades. the final consolation is that there is still, albeit little, time. one thing i must resign to is that i'm useless at bio. i'm officially an invalid in bio.

the two of you are like a match made in heaven, and all the angels are clearly singing. i feel like i'm wedging myself in between, but i can't help it. this is not a self-defeating mentality; this is fate and how badly it screws with your life. he is just a perfect cognitive match for you, and that's almost an impossible match. you were just made for each other. he's perfect for you, but you're perfect for me. so what will it be? i don't want to give you up and i'm certainly not giving in, but i spend every waking moment contemplating the possibility that i'm just the one who loves you, while he is just the one. it was always going to be your happiness before mine, so if ever the day comes when you'll be happier with him, i will not stand in the way. but until that day comes, i will bleed my heart out for you, because there is just no one else this heart will bleed for ever again. i may not be perfect for you, but believe me, everyday i try to be.

time is on our side, but that depends which side we're on.

and you've got a smile that could light up this whole town,
i haven't since it in awhile, since he bought you down.

immaculate and inadequate ;


Thursday, October 01, 2009
9:40 PM

when i grew up and fell in love,
i asked my sweetheart, "what lies ahead?
will we have rainbows, day after day?"
here's what my sweetheart said,

"que sera, sera.
whatever will be, will be.
the future's not ours to see.
que sera, sera.
what will be, will be"

Doris Day

history is repeating itself right before my very eyes. life is just one big joke, and it's not even funny. everything is just so ironic. it feels like it's all staged. someone up there really has a poor sense of humour if i don't say so myself. i don't know whether to laugh or cry. this time i will be brave. maybe it's a chance to show that i've learnt my lesson. then again, maybe it's just proof that i never learn. but i know one thing is for sure: i'm not going to hurt you like i hurt her. it's time to find all the courage i can muster, and love for all that i am. do you think 10 years is a long time? i do, but it will tell us what we need to know. only time will tell if this love will stand. so much can change between now and then. you know they're not kidding when they say "life is unpredictable". i wish i could tell you that nothing will change, and we will live happily ever after, but the future is not ours to see. whatever it is, even if it doesn't work out, know that for you i would give everything. my promise to you will still hold true, 'til forever and a day. you only deserve the best, my dear friend, so be sure that that is what i will give. from now until then, we just have to hold onto one thing:

whatever will be, will be.
que sera, sera.

immaculate and inadequate ;