There will be a rainbow after a storm

Why should I wait for the rainbow to appear if I can make one myself

明天的 故事都是我的 是我的
所谓的幸福快乐 我学会了抉择

你的背影 远得像雾了
我不再回头

当脚步被回忆绑着
我跑过沙漠

我不要变得小小的 找不到自我
好象被什么人放在口袋 没天空

明天的 故事都是我的 是我的
所谓的 幸福快乐 不止一种

美丽的 春夏秋冬落叶是我的
体验过才懂 梦是什么

Translated:

Tomorrow is my story of mine
I learned to choose the so-called happiness

The distance of your back is further away like the fog
I will not turn back

When the pace was tied by the memory
I am running across the desert

I do not want to become small where I am unable to find myself
It’s like someone put me into the pocket, I cannot see the sky

Tomorrow is my story of mine
I learned to choose the so-called happiness

Beautiful leaves in spring, summer, autumn and winter are mine
After experienced only understand what is dream

Yes, I quit my current position and I am jobless now. What’s next? Everyone likes to ask me this. Well, will go "lepak-ing" at Jobstreet, window shopping at the available jobs. IT? Web? Marketing? Sales? Event? TEACHER??? Any idea?

I really don’t have much mood looking for job. I need to settle down, some said. Maybe I need some time to think about it, all over again. What I want? What I need? What can I do? What I’m suppose to do? What’s my dream?

Life is just as complicated. I just can’t live in the land that I dream of.. I just need to do things people said that I suppose to do, in order to live in this realistic world. I can’t follow my heart. I can’t follow my dream. I can only walk the dark path in this jungle of realistic life, blindly.

I do hope I live in fairy tale land. That one day, my angel will come, and lead me out of this dark jungle to a colourful fantasy land.

Leave.. apart is just the first step of growing.
Leaving.. is just another painful feeling to go through.
Left.. is just a memory..

Some of my hurtful leaving memory:
- I’m at high school, friends left to uni
- I left to uni, family at hometown
- Fews guys left for other gals
- I left to SG, family and friends at MY

This hurtful feeling will always be there. Although it might healed, but there are still scars left. The most hurtful and deepest scar is my Ah Paul, who left me forever.. 

People come and people go.. but how many do stay, in our memory forever?

I miss you, all and everyone out there.. including me, my old me..