Psychology will do me good so that I can constantly see both sides or more to an issue.

"When you say don't come around here no more, 

I won't remind you, 

You said we wouldn't be apart. 

No I don't believe you, 

When you say you don't need me anymore.

 So don't pretend to, 

Not love me at all"

No one will ever know you, as well as the one who made you.

Maybe I am turning older.

And that I could remain unfazed in any sort of weather.

If two people still have each other in their hearts and in their minds, will they ever find a way back to each other?

Must cool down the fire inside.

Scum like you should totally be annihilated.

You are as foolish as it can get to be.

All you had to do, and know, is that you are breathing.

That is all,
And the air you are breathing, is the life God created.

Moving, invisible.
Like most things that are like that, and has to be felt, with the heart.

I got to get down in reading stories of saints soon. This is the list of the saints I want to read and know more about:

-Saint Ignatius of Loyola
-Saint Augustine (He is a must, must I tell you.)
-Saint Therese of Liseux

Only three actually. Hahahahahahahahaha.

But then I have come to realise these three lead different lifestyles whilst they were alive, St Therese being the youngest of them to pass away.

Today I saw how you have become.

Is it really worth it to give yourself to the world?
I know you wouldn't understand.
You don't know either, that is why the easiest way to live in this world, is to become its slave.
And the only pleasures you know, are its vices that will trap you and never let you go, unless you attain some enlightment from heaven above, you'd be trapped.

For now, I can't judge, I can't judge who you are, who your friends are, who you love now, how the girl is, simply because I never knew you.

One day, He will provide justice, and when He does, I hope you are ready for it.

So then, don't worry saying, "What will we eat?" or "What will we drink?" or "What will we wear?"
For the unconverted pursue these things, and your Heavenly Father knows that you need them.
But above all pursue His kingdom and righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.
So then, do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Today has enough trouble of its own.

-Matthew 6:31-34

I am so thankful. Because of the workshop God has invited us to attend over the weekends.

You are beautiful, intellectual and talented in many ways.
But you are so obsoletely distant from everyone.
Is that a price to pay for being perfect?

I know that I won't be able to take it, if your face would even flash in front of me for a second.

Scene opens to Girl sitting on a bench, with flower petals all over the floor, she is holding a bouquet filled with stalks alone. She appears to be crying, but trying hard to hold back her tears.

Girl: There he goes, again. Leaving me in the middle of nowhere. No matter how much I beg and plead, and scream at him. He’d always look at me, a silent anger emitting from his eyes, and then he will say “Let me.” – In the middle of reading lines, Boy can step in and grabs her by the shoulders, looks at her and say his line “Let me.”

She throws the bouquet on the floor.

Girl: And he expects me to wait for him, the flowers as a token of his love for me. I wanted something permanent, not transient and something that will die like... That.

She steps on them at first quite delicately, as if afraid they would actually break, but gradually getting angry and apparently very frustrated and steps on them furiously.

Girl: WHY CAN’T YOU JUST LET ME, LET ME, FOR ONCE. LET ME. NOT YOU.

(Scene closes)

Boy walks in. He sits down. Clenching his fist, as if he is angry at someone. Then he softens. Then he stands up slowly.

Boy: I tried. I tried to be the best that I can. But I don’t want to, at the end, all I want is to be myself. I want to be there for her, but all she does is to take up any space left to understand her and fills it in with her overbearing presence. What the hell else does she expect me to do for her?

Lights off. Lights on again, on Girl.

Girl: I am not giving him space? When all I could do for him is to be quiet and take it all in and here he goes, complaining about my faults and not being very happy when I do that about his. He can be whoever he likes, with anyone he likes to be with. And with me, he’s that unhappy.

Lights off.

Boy: I love to love. But sometimes I do wonder how much love I give is enough. Is being too hard on my emotions good enough? So that I won’t ever have to show her that I am weak? Is it bad to show that I am proud of being who I am? Is it foolish to want to go to another girl when I tire of her love? Is it not good enough that I am satisfied with whoever I am?

Lights off.
Lights on, and Girl is blowing bubbles.

Girl: He floats like bubbles do, and then he disappears when he feels that he cannot be contained within his safe space. Pop. Like that. Every time he does that, I feel an immense tightening around my chest. Inexplicable feeling.

Lights off.

Lights on. A tourniquet is wrapped around Boy’s hand.

Boy: You see how this restricts blood from flowing, it’s like how she is stopping me from living. She squeezes me so tightly. I could explode and she will still want to clean up after my mess. That is how she is. I leave her, and she’d grow to love me more. *laughs* She is hilarious, but is she ever going to be enough for me?

Lights on Girl. Lights on Boy as well. Boy starts reading. Girl flicks rubber bands off from where she is.

Girl: John Keats once wrote this “I do not know how elastic my soul might be, if the remembrance of you did not weigh so upon me.” I truly understand now. If I have an elastic soul, you have an elastic core. You can bend but never break; you’d never allow that to happen upon yourself. If I flick you off, you’d go elsewhere, if I keep you, I’d use you.

Lights off Girl.

Boy: She likes to read, so I read for the sake of her liking to read.

(Voice of Girl): He’d keep my hopes up so high.

Boy: If I bring them down, I hope you won’t blame me. It’s your fault for not being able to accept my mistakes.

Lights off.

Lights on. Girl is in tears.

Girl: He is finally leaving me for good. Finally! No, I am okay, I just need some time off. It’s fine, I am fine.

Boy enters stage and Girl wipes away her tears. They look at each other, knowing that they will never get the words they want to say to each other off their chests.

走在風中 今天陽光 突然好溫柔
天的溫柔 地的溫柔 像你抱著我
然後發現 你的改變 孤單的今後
如果冷 該怎麼渡過

天邊風光 身邊的我 都不在你眼中
你的眼中 藏著什麼 我從來都不懂
沒有關係 你的世界 就讓你擁有
不打擾 是我的溫柔

不知道 不明瞭 不想要 為什麼 我的心
明明是想靠近 卻孤單到黎明
不知道 不明瞭 不想要 為什麼 我的心
那愛情的綺麗 總是在孤單裡
再把我的最好的愛給你

不知不覺 不情不願 又到巷子口
我沒有哭 也沒有笑 因為這是夢
沒有預兆 沒有理由 你真的都說過
如果有 就讓你自由
這是我的溫柔

Both of us,
We rummaged through the same garbage bin,