You can't win with me

If you say to me
"How are you doing?"
With such sympathy and meaning in your voice
I’ll reply,"I'm fine," and brush you off
Because to talk about my troubles
Would mean to appear flawed
If you see me
And don't mention
The obvious ache I have
I'll think you don't care about me
But if you do say something
It might make me feel worse

You can't win with me.

If you say," I'm sorry you hurt so much”
It is hard for me to reply to that.
What do you expect me to say?
I want to say,"I'm sorry too!"
or "It's Awful!"
I want to scream,"It's not fair!!"
But I won't
Because I don't want to upset myself today,
Not in front of you.
So I reply, "Thank you."
That thanks means so much more than that.
It means thanks for caring,
For trying to help,
For not giving up
If you don't know what to say to me
That's all right
Because I don't know what to say
To you either
If you see me smile or laugh
Don't assume that I’m okay
Don't give up on me,
Please don't give up.
I need your attempts, however feeble,
However trite you might feel they are.

You can't win with me
But still,
I need your thoughts.
I need your prayers.
I need your love.
I need your persistence.
I need all that

*adapted from someone elses thoughts..can't remember the link though..*

Of milo-tin pancakes and fans

The fan in my class caught fire today-nice, warm, orangey glow emitted from the wires connecting it to the main system.ah well…another one bites the dust!we’re keeping track of it..3 lights out of the 6 already don’t work..3 more lights and now, only 2 more fans to go before the whole ceiling turns into a pretty fireworks display.heh
I remember my mid-autumn festival tradition. adik, the two kids from next door and I, used to make this leetle pancakes from dough and cook them on a milo™ tin cover over a coupla billion candles, those small lantern ones mah.. …hey! they were edible okay!! quite yummy too, even those that fell into the dry drain ( we dusted them off- *puff*puff*) awesome fun.
Too bad we never took pictures. Now I have no proof and years down the road my kids will think I’m lying.
Anyways. Selamat Hari Kuih Bulan!

ish

7o over math questions, 4 biology chapters, hybridization,
understanding the functions of each govt. body,
band practice, extra class, violin presentation practice
p r o c r a s t I n a t I o n

I am so dead

the purple issue

Throat lozenges are the worst things in the world.
Can’t bite them. Can’t chew them. Can’t even wash them down with a few glasses of coke.
You’ve got to suck them
Yish
First it overpowers your tongue-making it incapable of doing what any normal, self-respecting tongue would do.
Then it dissolves. Playing tricks on your mind it silently hides behind a façade of sweetness..waiting..then * wham*
This indescribable bitterness ala arsenic powder floods your throat.
Warning bells go off!! And that little trampoline waaay down in your tummy starts getting in place to hurl a whole breakfast worth of food upwards.
And there you are-immobilized by one little pastille. You don’t swallow them. You don’t spit it out. You just sit there and suck at the round object in your mouth. Because the doctor said so. Because you mother once said, while you were a kid, that if you didn’t finish the lozenge you would go mute. Or deaf. :P
Millions of people around the whole languish in silence through this ordeal.
Which brings me now to my scheme to free all the sufferers out there.
Make purple lozenges
Everyone knows that purple brings to mind the good things in life.
Ripe plums. Grape juice. Gummy bears. Popsicles. Barney. Triple-fudge-extra-sprinkles-cake….with frosting.
So. If lozenges were made purple-we would eat them. Suck them happily.
Purple lozenges will revolutionize the whole world and sucking methods.
So there. Another idea to save the world-I see a bright happy future out there..