Your smile....

It is the Diamonds among crystals.

It is the sun that brightens up my rainy day.

I can't help myself but smile and feel happy.

It makes me realize that you are happy and that you don't feel any kind of dismay and in

knowing that it makes me happy.

It is your most beautiful asset.

You can never look so perfect and I can't be more happier than being that person who sees that perfect person

Someday I want to be the reason why you smile.

I want to put that beautiful smile on your face.

It is something I treasure.

It is something I hold dear that if i wipe that beautiful smile of your face I would regret that day I ever did that.

How simple yet beautiful you are?

How you, the root of my happiness, be someone whom I know?

How can I be even worthy of seeing you smile?

Men aren't supposed to cry...

Men are supposed to be the strong figures in society. Yet these strong figures, are still human that can fall if they are hit on the right places. They are like pillars in a temple. Yes they stand strong and seem immovable but something or someone can still make these pillars breakdown and let everything fall apart. There are more men that tend to hide their emotions from everyone. But they have a point where they can breakdown and cry. Where they have had enough of trying to be numb and let those tears fall down their cheeks.

I feel like breaking down and crying right now. But I really don't know if it is worth crying about.

I feel like I am an outcast. Knowing that you are wasting your time with somebody and ending in a road where you are left alone, thrown aside, ignored, or Avoided it feels like your heart was ripped out of your chest. It is like being thrown into a pit where nobody will help you out.

I don't even want to be like a puzzle piece, where I pretend to be someone I am not just to fit in.
I try to change to be better. Into someone that people won't be afraid to talk to. Into someone that people would smile back when we meet. At least, someone that can make people happy.

I feel like a nuisance to people. I feel like a toy. When brand new, kids play with it alot, yet when there come a new toy they begin to forget that I even exist. But, someday I will leave and no body can stop it. It will come but will you even miss me? That you will miss my company, my laugh, my jokes, or the memories? Whatever it may be, Will you , one day, stop and see that I am not beside you anymore?

Wasting away...

It has been days since my last post for I haven't found anything to talk about or I'm a bit lazy this week. (hehe)

This week is LT week because of many LTs scheduled in this week. Geom, Phycics, Comp sci, and Bio.... good luck to me.

Thursday is the day of rekonnign for us left in the training pool. For thursday is the day where the 7 people will be cut.

This is the first week she knew, and i think it was a bad idea.
Can't think of anything else to say.