Thoughts not Meant to Be

It has been 3 years and yet, 
I still constantly ask myself, why do I still think of you
I think bout all the moments we shared, both good and bad

You knew how hard it was for me

but yet, you decided not to see

I know I'm still very stuck in my past

but I once had this feeling, 'I could make it last'

I guess that was where I was very wrong

Why couldn't I throw this affection away?

Why couldn't I accept love from people who care?

Thinking of you made me feel this way

Why couldn't I pick myself up from that fall?

I ask myself that every single day

Now that I think of it, I still want to cry

Still feeling so much, 

Yet knowing it wasn't meant to be

Friend's Memoirs

Held deep within the pages of my book of memories

are special thoughts of you

and all the evidence of wondrous things

you made, come true

As I flip through the pages of memories

and recall each and every thought,

I realize the happiness and pleasure

that knowing you has brought.

There are countless pages of memories of the times

we've shared both bright and gloomy days

there are memories of your kindness

and your friendly, thoughtful ways.

Most pages are memories of your laughter,

your gay and cheery smile

that added a bright note to each of us

and made life more worthwhile. 

There are memories of the things,

each hangout, each game, each friendly little chat,

when we would get together

and just talk of this and that.

And when I flip through these pages

as I move along life's way

they grow more precious and blessed

with every passing day.

Just a shout out to all my friends (past and present), you are very much appreciated~

Thank You for being a FRIEND through thick and thin!

Mum, Happy Mother's Day!!

Mum, I am guilty.. Guilty for only expressing how much I appreciate you on Mother's Day.. Guilty for only expressing how much I love you on your birthday.. Guilty for only expressing how much you mean to me and how I'm forever in debt for all the things you've sacrificed for me only when you're mad or angry.. Guilty for all the harsh words and all the heartaches I've caused you when our views collide more often than not.. There's virtually no words that's good enough for me to express how blessed I am that God has given me you for a mum..

Being a mum, probably isn't easy. And it probably didn't come naturally too. I couldn't imagine how much you and dad struggled to care for 3 children. I couldn't imagine the sacrifices made, the burden carried, the worries and heartaches you bear when we rebelled, the tears of joy shed when we excelled, the sleepless nights spent when we were stressed. Oh, all the emotions we'd made you go through.. 

Mum, for all the years you've spent nurturing me into who I am today, this is for you and all the mother's out there;

Her hands, they held me close and gentle from the very day I took my first breath

Her hands, they held me as I took my first step

Her hands, they wiped away the tears as they fell from my eyes

Her hands, they were there to take care of it all

Her hands were the hands who gently brushed my hair as I went to school each morning

Her hands were always there to comfort the hurts and wounds that I tried to hide

Her hands were often there to encourage me to reach out to my dreams

Her hands would praise and cheer me on when I've succeeded

Her hands are there to push me through difficulties

Her hands are there to pull me back from harm's way

Her hands are sometimes forced to discipline, to nurture

Her hands are there to shape and mould me into someone she knew I could be

Her hands, now aged through years of work

Her hands, now needs my tender care to rub away the hurt

Her hands are the most beautiful hands that means the world to me

Her hands are the reason I could be.. ME!

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!

Revival

Yuen Mei's back!! I'm gonna revive my long forgotten blog if it's the last thing I'll do.. After exams of course~ so much to blog, so little time!~