The retreat was good for me! yup yup! especially when ca gets to lead in some parts..like the blind man song! hahaha and the games!

i hope they enjoyed the blind man song...

but i wished that there could have been a praying over session..i really need one..

u know ..in the previous post..i wanted to write a poem..well i have no use for it now..i think the situation is much better...especially after confession and recon..thanks guys ..all of u who helped..whether in a big or small way..

Anne, swee, bel, jes, joan, natalie, mag, pris and a few more...
thank you.

But now..
i feel like writing another poem..
i hate this..

back to reality now..
face the real world.

i want Log retreat...

oh great..so now all i do is retreat..instead of facing stuff..great..

in the camp..
they talked about empathy...woooh whee..right the opposite of my msn nick..
Apathy...what a coincidence..bleah..

Fr was saying..
its not that the world is so evil..its just that there are too many who do not care..
apathy. yup.
i practice it.

but my view on it..is that..
not all of these people just dont care beacuse they simply dont
but perhaps because they care too much but just do not want to show it.
because when they do..they get freaking pissed hurt!
and it feels like F***ing shit! and then when they just cant do anything about it! they themselves feel like a piece of F***king shit!
and so.
Apathy..
what a good mask..
what a good shield..
and there..behind it.
they are safe.
safe behind.
denial..
what good friends..
apathy and denial..
empathy..
why..



My two favourite people in the world

Your words barb the air
Your stares pierce my heart
You dont even friggin care
That my soul you've deeply cut

I thought time would be a healer
But stubbornly it painfully rewinds
Like a possesed Vcd Player
Replaying my past but outside of my mind

You behave worse than irate children
My pleadings just brush past your pride
You're worse than a stubborn spot on dirty linen
My tears pour out and face i hide

Empathy, why do you have to hurt me so
Apathy, denial, together, you keep my heart whole.


woooh wheee i wrote a sonnet..
sure..go ahead and psycho analyse my poem..
oh great..

Hur Hur.
4:30 PM