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Merry Christmas

Christ­mas is sup­posed to be a hap­py thing, a joy­ful thing.

Ever since the breakup with The Boy, Christ­mas has nev­er been the same.

Mer­ry Christ­mas to all, and espe­cial­ly to you, my boy.

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Happy Birthday

There again I was con­tem­plat­ing if I should call The Boy or at least sent him a short message.

I could not get myself to do it. The last time I tried, I got a “Any­thing? I am busy” reply from him and that feel­ing total­ly sucks.

I was at Han­nah Tan’s con­cert at The Gar­den’s ball­room. Alone.

I brought a gift, a gift that I thought would make some boy hap­py. I reg­is­tered myself, and pass the staff my gift and pro­ceed to the ball­room where Han­nah Tan was going to sing.

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These Blues

Is this the New Year or just anoth­er night? 
Is this the new fear or just anoth­er fright? 
Is this the new tear or just anoth­er desperation? 

Is this the fin­ger or just anoth­er fist? 
Is this the king­dom or just a hit n’ miss? 
I miss direc­tion most in all this desperation 

Is this what they call freedom?
Is this what you call pain?
Is this what they call dis­con­tent­ed fame? 

It’ll be a day like this one 
When the world caves in, when the world caves in 

I’m singing this one like a bro­ken piece of glass 
From bro­ken hearts and bro­ken noses in the back 
Is this the New Year or just anoth­er desperation? 

You push until you’re shoving 
You bend until you break 
Do you stand on the bro­ken fields where our fathers lay? 

It’ll be a day like this one
When the world caves in, when the world caves in 

Is noth­ing here worth saving? 
Is no one here at all? 
Is there any net left that could break our fall? 

It’ll be a day like this one 
When the sky falls down and the hungry 
And poor and desert­ed are found 

Are you discontented? 
Have you been push­ing hard? 
Have you been throw­ing down this bro­ken house of cards? 

Is there noth­ing left now? Noth­ing left to sing 
Are there any left who haven’t kissed the enemy? 
Is this the New Year or just anoth­er desperation? 

Yeah, does jus­tice nev­er find you? 
Do the wicked nev­er lose? 
Is there any hon­est song to sing besides these blues? 

And noth­ing is okay 
Till the world caves in, until the world caves in. 

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Thinking of the boy

I thought I would have for­got­ten him, but the inci­dent on a Sat­ur­day night in Kuala Lumpur just proves how much I still care about him, and how much I real­ly missed him.

It was that time when I was walk­ing in to the club, hop­ing to see some ran­dom cute boys that I stum­bled upon a famil­iar face.

It was him, the boy that I was cry­ing for for the past one and a half years, the boy that I had put my every­thing, the boy that I missed so much, that I still have his pic­tures on my com­put­er desktop.

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