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- i wanna be right where yew are ))
yew set my world on fire-
___ can't yew see how right we are
# we should be together ::
baby i got a crush on yew

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# in my heart
yew start to g r o w on me-
and now now ii've changed direction.

i asked yew ))*
do yew want me `
yew said yes ;
and pr0mised

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if youu asked me;
do i lurfe youu thhis much.-*
i do.

i lurfe yew*
now and forever

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me and youu
and you and me
no matter how they tossed the dice
it had to be
the only one for me is you
and you for me ;
so happy together

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our [love story] have no happy ending
cos there wont be any ending__

i cant helpp but to say
i lurfe yew.

ii miss yew-




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Tuesday, December 25, 2007


Everyone wants to be free, everyone demands freedom. The freedom to love, to dream, to be happy, to be sad and to live without wearing a mask. There are six billion people in the world, six billion souls, how many of them are leading the life they yearn for? How many of them can shed their mask?

I want to be free.

To be free from darkness, free from my mask. As a person grows older, it seems to be natural that you no longer has the right to cry, having a shoulder to depend on or make stupid mistakes in life. We are told not to bring unhappy emotions to work, must be able to stand up on your own, having the ability to always make the right choice and choosing the right path.

If you ask me what kind of freedom I want. It is a no-brainer question, I want to be me. I want to cry like a baby when I am sad, I want to ask for help when I am clueless, I want to have someone to tell me is okay when I make mistakes. All these seems easy, but truthfully, it is the hardest thing to do. Nobody can live how they want to be, nobody can contol whether to be hate or to like by someone, no one can stops a person from leaving or appearing in your life. Maybe, freedom is juat a wishful thought, no one can be really free and control how they want their life turns out to be.

Someone once told me one can only be really free when no longer having any desires. I will not need to study the subject I hate most if I do not want to have a job, I can choose to do anything I want if I can not care what other people think of me. I can say I am willing to give up anything to be me but with so many temptation and judgements in this world, maybe I will never be ready to be free. There are countless people that can be on the top of the world, there may not be a single person that is lucky enough to achieved the freedom in being the person they want.

I figured the question is never what kind of freedom or how much freedom I want, is how much I am willing to give up to achieved that kind of freedom. Will this day ever come?

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flying towards my dreams
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