-=chris=- profile picture

-=chris=-

I am here for Friends

About Me

i am a self-confessed downright sentimental person. i usually write what i feel. (i write best when i'm frustrated and depressed.) i can cry over one song again and again whenever an incident comes up relating to it. i can be independent but i choose my friends' company more often. i'd rather be in pain instead of my friends. i wanted to be responsible for people around me. happiness for me, can be found everywhere. i fancy in little things. there are times when i'd just like to be left alone, then i'd think consciously about my life. admittedly, i pray when i'm confused. i think a lot and worry too much, especially for my loved ones. when i love, i love completely. i confide with very few people, though i speak a lot. (hopefully with sense..) i must say that having older friends is one advantage i have. i value friends and loved ones a lot that letting go can never be any easier. despite the hurts and pains, i do continue to love and love. some may say i look mataray but i always want to prove them wrong. my college friends say i'm warfreak, (together with my 2 other friends..) but i just stand to what i believe in. ah.. whatever. i'm just who i am. yun lang. i just wanted to be appreciated. and of course, to be loved..

My Blog

For my Best Friend, my Orange : a Eulogy

Orange.. i loved him like i never loved any other cat. i still do love him. and my love and care for him would go and on.. Orange.. he was very exceptional. i sometimes think during his fun times t...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Jun 2004 16:46:00 GMT

Faith in Fate

You dont always have to be strong, you know. Yeah, maybe I had been playing strong since I realized I can never have the love of my life back. But how should I handle it? Cry and cry until he c...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Apr 2004 01:04:00 GMT

to dream of him

the morning sunshine woke me up realizing one thought.. that even if there is so much love, there comes a time that it would not really matter. like this love i have for him. the pep talks my old g...
Posted by on Sat, 17 Apr 2004 12:01:00 GMT

THE MONDAY THAT NEVER CAME IS NOW A WEDNESDAY

A year after, the Monday that never came is now a Wednesday. Like MRT trains that accomodated passengers and quickly passed by, the Monday turns into a Wednesday, and our love story, fading into the d...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Mar 2004 23:45:00 GMT