Let it go
Monday, December 23, 2013, Monday, December 23, 2013
The snow glows white on the mountain tonight
Not a footprint to be seen
A kingdom of isolation and it looks like i'm the queen

The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside
Couldn't keep in,
Heaven knows I've tried

Don't them in, don't let them see
Be the good girl you always have to be
Conceal don't feel, don't let them know
Well, now they know 

Let it go, let it go
Can't hold it back anymore
Let it go, let it go
Turn away and slam the door
I don't care what they're going to say
Let the storm rage on
The cold never bothered me anyway

It's funny how some distance makes everything seem small
And the fears that once controlled me can't get to me at all
It's time to see what i can do
To test the limits and break through
No rights, no wrongs, no rules for me
I'm free

Let it go, let it go
I am one with wind and sky
Let it go, let it go
You'll never see me cry
Here i stand and here i stay
Let the storm rage on

My power flurries through the air into the ground
My soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around
And one thought crystallizes like an icy blast
I'm never going back, the past is in the past

Let it go, let it go,
And I'll rise like the break of dawn
Let it go, let it go
That perfect girls is gone
Here is stand in the light of day
Let the storm rage on
The cold never bothered me anyway.

you're right. i'm stubborn like a mule.
let this me a reminder to you, and me.

let it go
, Monday, December 23, 2013
part of me wants to meet you.
part of me don't.

scared of your reactions.
will you despise me?
hold your girl closer?
look down on me?
pretend i was never there?

will she be smug?
cling to your arm tighter,
smirk at me standing alone-
winning both boy and friend;
taking all i used to have.

pitiful unwanted little girl.
she must know all my dirty little secrets.

what else do i get to keep?

all the leftover feelings.


all i want for xmas is you
Saturday, December 07, 2013, Saturday, December 07, 2013
I know i'm not a very good girl;
but neither am i on the naughty list.

here's what i want for Christmas  my wishlist

1. Bamboo (warcom) Pad.
i want to start chasing my dreams. i want to draw. illustrate. improve. share. get recognized for my art.

2. Apple laptop(?)
not very good with electronics. but i think adobe photoshop, illustrator, whatever artsy softwares etc. will run better with apple. 

3. Staple handbag.
big enough to throw my documents in, bring it to work and for once, own a lady-like mature bag. doesn't have to be branded. but good if durable and matches my personality (think studs). i would start with a black one. then i'll get beige, cobalt blue, electric red, royal purple & teal.

4. crayon colour pencils.
i have acrylic paint, normal crayons, colour pencils, water colour. i think adding crayon colour pencils won't hurt. plus, i haven't collected all the paint colours for my paints. heck, i would be happy with more sketchbooks or any art materials.

5. doctor martens.
those black boots. they go with ALL my outfits. plus, bonus for rainy days. i want the ankle type ones too. then i can wear pretty socks. pwettyyyy socks. 

6. other shoes.
like that $75 dark blue boots over there? yes, that one. i need to stop wearing slippers. and some that are work appropriate please. oh, i'm size 6.5 anyways. 

7. clothes.
i know what you're thinking. woman and their endless pieces of cloth and 'i don't know what to wear'! i'm sorry. i only own tee shirts and shorts. i need to invest in again, proper dresses that are of appropriate length to wear to work. le sigh.

for now. that's all i'm asking for. laughs*
oh, and may i add in, might as well get me:

8. a house, a car, a boyfriend, and a kitten too.

please and thank you(:


w/o u
Sunday, December 01, 2013, Sunday, December 01, 2013
i don't know why i bothered.
i don't know why you even bothered.

it's so obvious.
pictures tell a thousand words.

i might be wrong,
but my intuition is pretty damn strong.

even if there's nothing,
your arms are still around her.

you know what?
even if it's some other girl;
a picture with you guys alone.
with friends commenting and liking it.

i get the picture. really.
it's either i'm right;

or it's done to spite me.

regardless, ewww.
fuck off.

my old friends are right. i'm too soft.
they know me better.

grace, you can do better.