Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Spinning in a heart's whirlpool of emotions

LOCKED - as the clock strikes 12 tonight.


Emotional Turmoil - says it all and says it best. No other words coupled together could possibly verbalize this inaudible harangue in me.

I can practically feel an ugly ogre incubating in me, growing and waiting for that disinct moment to manifest and detonate into a mushroom cloud of nuclear energy.
Seriously, who are you to deserve such ardently profound feelings of mine.

Maybe you used to feel more.
maybe you used to love me more,
maybe you're tired of me,
maybe you think I'm still giving
you all that nonsense that i used to throw your way
maybe you've finally realised i'm not that worth it after all,
maybe i'm just not that fantastic afterall.

Maybe things took a turn after he came into the picture.
Maybe you didnt mean it that very night, before i walked home,
that you'd still love me no less.
Maybe cos i still expect you to be that guy i knew from the very beginning.
Maybe im asking for something that's non-existent already.
Maybe, there's no turning back anymore. for you. and me.

The tears i shed for you that never seems to stop every night when you're not with me. I've finally found the reason behind all the catastrophe-weathered mental state of mine.

;i cry, for i've lost you already. and as it continues everynight, the anguish never ceases. never.












And ... "I Miss You"

Gimme a reason
Why I'm feeling so blue
Everytime I close my eyes, all I see is you
Gimme a reason
Why I can't feel my heart
Everytime you leave my side, I just fall apart

And when you're fast asleep, I wonder where you go
Can you tell me, I wanna know

Because I miss you
And this is all I wanna say
I guess I miss you, beautiful
These three words have said it all
You know I miss you
I think about you when you're gone
I guess I miss you, nothing's wrong
I don't need to carry on

Gimme a reason
Why I can't concentrate
The world is turning upside down
Spinning round and round
Gimme a reason
Why I now understand
The beauty and simplicity of everything surrounding me

You got a way of spreading magic everywhere
Anywhere I go, I know you're always there
It sounds ridiculous, but when you leave a room
There's a part of me that just wants to follow you too

Because I miss you
And this is all I wanna say
I guess I miss you, beautiful
These three words have said it all
You know I miss you
I think about you when you're gone
I guess I miss you, nothing's wrong
I don't need to carry on

It's such a hard life in most of the time
I'm just surviving
That's why I want you to know
In the world where sincerity has lost its meaning
You fill my world with so much hope


And I miss you
This is all I wanna say
I guess I miss you, beautiful
These three words have said it all
You know I miss you
I think about you when you're gone
I guess I miss you, nothing's wrong
I don't need to carry on

You know I miss you
And this all I wanna say
I guess I miss you, beautiful
These three words have said it all

Wednesday, December 03, 2008

overwhelming torrents behind a paper masquerade;




Could it be the world's gone colder? Or maybe, I'm just a losing soul - just me and no one else.

The more I try it just gets harder and my pain is getting old. No remedy seems to countermeasure this travail that's way too familiar - like an old friend that could convince me that some things could possibly be too close for comfort, that it is being compromised subconsciously.

Somebody said that nothing lasts forever. 'Its just the storm' so I've been told. But not one has promised that it'd stop, for me. And it seems that when it rains it pours, mercilessly. Perhaps I'm beginning to revel in these unwinding moments, hugging my knees, face my back upon the enitre melancholic despondence.

As i began the transposition, all it presented was a whitewashed blank. Nothing. Not even a tiny speck of dust that marred it. I shrugged in dismay, dejected and weary. As i hung my head low, nurse the wounds that resurfaced yet again. I startled upon the sight of the tool in my hands, barely gripping it feebly - a paintbrush and a palatte with multidudes of shades and tonal pastels.

We turn out backs on something, not to brood and bring upon misery and self-inflicted torture. But we do that sometimes to remind ourselves that we still have a paintbrush and a wonderfully gifted palatte of colours to make a difference in our own lives.

And you know the rain won't last forever
And you know the storm won't always flow
But if the sun don't shine forever
You gotta let it go


Sometimes it gets so heavy, and it seems too hard to bear.
Sometimes I feel so empty and it feels like no one's there.
Somebody said that nothing lasts forever.
Its 'just the storm' so I've been told.
But it seems that when it rains it pours.



I hate to think that this is escapism. But unfortunately, it already is, in itself. Sometimes, at night, i'd lay in bed staring at whatever's in front of me, wondering what you really what from me that I've fallen short of. Too many shortcomings that i can name for you, baby. As tears welled up in my eyes, i wished my vision was that blur all the time, sometimes. Like i wished i never could see you, maybe cos i never did and never will be able to.

;forgive me if i were to call at 3 in the morning and wondered what went wrong with me.

-dedicated to the BF,leong.

Friday, November 28, 2008

the truth, and the world - liars lost in the hands of time.

Ecstasy is all you need
Living in the the big machine
Oh you're so vain
Now your world is way too fast
Nothing's real and nothing lasts
And I'm aware
I'm in love but you don't care


Turn your anger into lust
I'm still here but you don't trust at all
And I'll be waiting
Love and sex and loneliness
Take what's yours and leave the rest
So I'll survive
God it's good to be alive

I'm torn in pieces
I'm blind and waiting for you
My heart is reeling
I'm blind and waiting for you

Still in love with all your sins
Where you stop and I begin
And I'll be waiting
Living like a house on fire
What you fear is your desire
It's hard to deal
I still love the way you feel

Now this angry little girl
Drowning in this petty world

And I'm who you run to
Swallow all your bitter pills
That's what makes you beautiful
You're all or not
I don't need what you ain't got


I'm torn in pieces
I'm blind and waiting for you
My heart is reeling
I'm blind and waiting for you

I'm blind and waiting for you
I'm blind and waiting for you
No I can't believe it's coming true
God it's good to be alive
And I'm still here waiting for you
No I can't believe it's coming true
I'm blind and waiting for you



;that final blow before i fall over - denial is a way to preserve your sanity sometimes, most of the time.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

if i had one wish...

is to turn back time and undo all the hurt. or that you'd love me like you used to.

;breaking apart, slowly but surely...

Friday, November 14, 2008

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

the rhythm of life - inevitability




The revolving globe, changing cultures, technology's rapid advancements, miracles of biotechnological researches, changing lifestyles - all because we change. and we changeD.

If only we'd stop and think. Hit that pause button and place that 'thinking hat' on for a moment. The world may change, and people change with it. That's reasonably comprehensive. However, as an individual, i started to ponder the subconscious effect that was secretly working in me.

The moral decadence gyrating my conscience incessantly. I struggle to keep myself at the brink of sanity as it continues to threaten my foothold. I prayed and pleaded to God that these emotional battles in me would cease. I'm almost deafened by the inaudible harangue my heart's screaming. Emotionally deafened.

Many already are. It seems like a God-sent solution to the little boulders we trip over on life's journey. Hey, it isn't. It's a temporary effect that shortchanges us of the little gifts of feelings that were truely God given. We do ourselves more harm than good in the long run. We're only avoiding the sorrows in an absolutely unfair exchange of our happiness. I'm not allowing myself to fall prey to such atrocity.

I know who i am, who i want to be. And you're not going to change that no matter what. The world may change, you may change but I'll not succumb. In life, we all make mistakes. But there are some mistakes we cannot afford to make.

;You might be a mistake but your influence in my life is a mistake i cannot afford. andimeanit.

Saturday, November 08, 2008

b.r.o.k.e.n - how else could it be spelt clearer besides feeling it for yourself.

The broken clock is a comfort, it helps me sleep tonight
Maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing all my time
I am here still waiting though i still have my doubts
I am damaged at best, like you've already figured out

Deceived myself into believing that time really stood still. I really wished it could. And i tried hard enough for it to seem like it did. The tranquility of night before a new dawn, time seemed to have froze, sending a sluicing chill down the nape of my neck then the spine - if tomorrow never comes. So i sat there waiting, praying for a direction - that God would take away my emotional disposition. So much, i think i've reached damage's saturation point, battered and torn. You're watching, and you contine, unmoved, with scrutiny and nonchalence.


I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart that's still beating
In the pain, there is healing
In your name I find meaning
So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on
I'm barely holdin' on to you

I'm falling apart, barely breathing. If only i could describe how heart wrenching it felt. A heart ripped out of my forcefully and hung on the butcher's line at 5 in the morning awaiting hungry housewifes and their marketing baskets. Imagine the kind of helplessness and hopeless resignation. But the heart's still beating, life still goes on... and the acute pain isn't helping at all. There's gotta be healing somewhere. The incessant ringing of your name, still so vivid in my consciousness, and its all that i'm left with to hold on to. I'm barely holding on to you.

The broken locks were a warning you got inside my head
I tried my best to be guarded, I'm an open book instead
I still see your reflection inside of my eyes
That are looking for a purpose, they're still looking for life

The broken locks were a warning to me, but i succumbed to my feeelings and you got inside my head and my heart. I thought i was guarded but it ended up being the other way round, you could read me inside out.

I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing
with a broken heart that's still beating
In the pain (in the pain), is there healing
In your name (in your name) I find meaning
So I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin'), I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin'), I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin')
I'm barely holdin' on to you

I'm hangin' on another day
Just to see what you throw my way
And I'm hanging on to the words you say
You said that I will be OK

The broken lights on the freeway left me here alone
I may have lost my way now, haven't forgotten my way home

I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing
with a broken heart that's still beating

In the pain(In the pain) there is healing
In your name I find meaning
So I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin'), I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin'), I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin'),
I'm barely holdin' on to you

I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin'), I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin'), I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin'),
I'm barely holdin' on to you

Im damaged at best. wonderful, isnt it. it just had to be you when you werent even part of my plan.

Friday, November 07, 2008

heart-break.er. period.

Where Its At
I Know Karma's Comin To Pay Me Back
I'm With The Sweetest Thang Thats On The Map
I Broke Her Heart In 30 Seconds Flat
In 30 Seconds Flat

Now How Did I
Just How Did I Become That Kind Of Guy
To Look At Girl And Lie Right In The Eye
My Momma Told Me Willy That Ain't Right
Boy Now That Ain't Right

I'm Sorry
I'm Sorry
I Didn't Mean To Break Your Heart [x2]
I'm Sorry
I'm Sorry
I Didn't Mean To Break Ya
Break It Baby
Look Baby
I'm A Heartbreaker
I'm A Heart

Where She Go
I Got Some Things I Gotta Let Her Know
To Fix The Love Now It's Impossible
But Baby Baby If We Take It Slow
If We Take It Slow
We Can Make It Work
We Just Can't Throw The Love Down In The Dirt
You Probly Think That Im A FucKin Jerk
Cuz The Way I Let You Down It Made You Hurt
I Didn't Mean To Make You Hurt

I'm Sorry
I'm Sorry
I Didn't Mean To Break Your Heart
I'm Sorry
I'm Sorry
I Didn't Mean To Break Ya
Break It Baby
Look Baby
I'm A Heartbreaker

I'm Sorry
I Didn't Mean To Break Your Heart
I'm Sorry
I Didn't Mean To Break Ya
Break It Baby
Look Baby
I'm A Heartbreaker


what am i to do with you.
There's never a right time to say goodbye
But I gotta make the first move
'Cause if I don't you gonna start hating me
Cause I really don't feel the way I once felt about you
Girl it's not you, it's me


hell yea right i didnt mean to break your heart.

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Love is all.




Marc Anthony - Love Is All

When you hold me like this
So many memories fill my eyes
The first time we kissed
The times we nearly said goodbye
But, still, here we are
Tested and tried and still true
And stronger than we ever knew


Love is all
The laughter and the tears that fall
The mundane and the magical
Love is all
All is love
The careless word, the healing touch
The getting and the giving of
All is love

There's a me you've always known
The me that's a stranger still
The you that feels like home
And the you that never will
But, still, here we lie
Tender and trusting and true
With everything that we've been through

All the glory
All the pain
All the passion
That turns to ashes
Only to rise again




;love is the fact that someone has held your hand through it all and not let go.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

错误, its an understatement that i have to live with.



I don't beleve it
是我放弃了你
只为一个没有理由的决定
以为这次我可以承受你离我而去

不必让你伤心却刺痛自己
一个人走在傍晚七点的台北city
等着心痛就像黑夜一样的来临

i hate myself
又整夜追逐梦中的你
而明天只剩哭泣的心

怎么才能让我告诉你我不愿意
教彼此都在孤独里忍住伤心
我又怎么告诉你我还爱你
是我自己错误的决定

我要告诉你我不愿意
教彼此都在孤独里忍住伤心
我又怎么告诉你我还爱你
是我自己错误的决定.


;and i'm that unbelievable creature that makes understanding someone so challenging...

Friday, October 17, 2008

when words seem inadequate...

Here I am, slumped in the comfort of my room, huddled up on the cosy armchair that sits facing my desk. Fingers hovering above the keyboard, it was as if they had a mind of their own and were hesitant about getting down to typing. I call this feeling, a word clot. Word clots around the heart - clots that even Daflon would be put to shame.

Personally, I've always felt that word clots are far worse in comparison to blood clots. If I had a blood clot, things are much simpler - I'd probably die a slow, impetuated death as blood (which also happens to be the cause of the death) eventually stops travelling through my body and heart. Its funny when you stop and think. The same essential you need to run through your body to survive, is stopping you from living now. Irony, ain't it? In conjunction to that, what would happen then, when a word clot occurs?

We don't die - we all know that. But such subrtle, silent torment summons insurmountable surges of emotions that even death would seem inferior in any way possible.

Given the modern context of today's society, people grow up learning to feel less each day. Deep within my conflicting consciece, that would make me a mere infant - a concept of which i obviously cannot seem to accept nor swallow both factually and fictionally. As these thoughts continued running incessantly through my cranium, i realised that there are too many factors attributed to the loss of reality and what it meant. Gradually, my perception of the world started to fall apart and everything doesnt seem to make sense anymore. Nothing. Perhaps this explains the recession and market crashes - the world's building blocks and pillars of strength shaken. Realisation, admittance and change is what we neeed. Humanity and the world never was about monogamy even before Eve was created for Adam. I could go on almost forever about this incoherent place we live in and the emotional roller coasters it offered and still has, in abundance.

My dearest sister,
you know, you never fail to throw me word clots. This isn't a public complain but i want you to know that whenever something happens, its not because i have nothing to say or that i cannot be bothered. Word clots happened, and always do. I don't want to put you down and pin you to the ground with mud in your face because it really isn't my job, i felt. Nor do i want to raise you up and allow you to succumb to fallacies. I care, in a different gesture your/my parents do. Suppression isn't a solution for me, its a way out. I do not want to run away. At the back of my head, it sends a subtle fear sluicing up from my spine, a creeper in a snake-like motion. As much as i want you to know that i am not running away, please, running away from reality really isn't a solution. Reality is harsh, but its a phase in life that just gets tougher than you think it seems. When you reach the corners , you'll have to turn around, hang your head low and come crawling back the same way you ran away from... Its only gonna make things worse.

;life is but a destination you set for yourself.

Monday, September 29, 2008

Accessing my personality

Portrait of an INFJ - Introverted iNtuitive Feeling Judging
(Introverted Intuition with Extraverted Feeling)

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The Protector


As an INFJ, your primary mode of living is focused internally, where you take things in primarily via intuition. Your secondary mode is external, where you deal with things according to how you feel about them, or how they fit with your personal value system.

INFJs are gentle, caring, complex and highly intuitive individuals. Artistic and creative, they live in a world of hidden meanings and possibilities. Only one percent of the population has an INFJ Personality Type, making it the most rare of all the types.

INFJs place great importance on havings things orderly and systematic in their outer world. They put a lot of energy into identifying the best system for getting things done, and constantly define and re-define the priorities in their lives. On the other hand, INFJs operate within themselves on an intuitive basis which is entirely spontaneous. They know things intuitively, without being able to pinpoint why, and without detailed knowledge of the subject at hand. They are usually right, and they usually know it. Consequently, INFJs put a tremendous amount of faith into their instincts and intuitions. This is something of a conflict between the inner and outer worlds, and may result in the INFJ not being as organized as other Judging types tend to be. Or we may see some signs of disarray in an otherwise orderly tendency, such as a consistently messy desk.

INFJs have uncanny insight into people and situations. They get "feelings" about things and intuitively understand them. As an extreme example, some INFJs report experiences of a psychic nature, such as getting strong feelings about there being a problem with a loved one, and discovering later that they were in a car accident. This is the sort of thing that other types may scorn and scoff at, and the INFJ themself does not really understand their intuition at a level which can be verbalized. Consequently, most INFJs are protective of their inner selves, sharing only what they choose to share when they choose to share it. They are deep, complex individuals, who are quite private and typically difficult to understand. INFJs hold back part of themselves, and can be secretive.

But the INFJ is as genuinely warm as they are complex. INFJs hold a special place in the heart of people who they are close to, who are able to see their special gifts and depth of caring. INFJs are concerned for people's feelings, and try to be gentle to avoid hurting anyone. They are very sensitive to conflict, and cannot tolerate it very well. Situations which are charged with conflict may drive the normally peaceful INFJ into a state of agitation or charged anger. They may tend to internalize conflict into their bodies, and experience health problems when under a lot of stress.

Because the INFJ has such strong intuitive capabilities, they trust their own instincts above all else. This may result in an INFJ stubborness and tendency to ignore other people's opinions. They believe that they're right. On the other hand, INFJ is a perfectionist who doubts that they are living up to their full potential. INFJs are rarely at complete peace with themselves - there's always something else they should be doing to improve themselves and the world around them. They believe in constant growth, and don't often take time to revel in their accomplishments. They have strong value systems, and need to live their lives in accordance with what they feel is right. In deference to the Feeling aspect of their personalities, INFJs are in some ways gentle and easy going. Conversely, they have very high expectations of themselves, and frequently of their families. They don't believe in compromising their ideals.

INFJ is a natural nurturer; patient, devoted and protective. They make loving parents and usually have strong bonds with their offspring. They have high expectations of their children, and push them to be the best that they can be. This can sometimes manifest itself in the INFJ being hard-nosed and stubborn. But generally, children of an INFJ get devoted and sincere parental guidance, combined with deep caring.

In the workplace, the INFJ usually shows up in areas where they can be creative and somewhat independent. They have a natural affinity for art, and many excel in the sciences, where they make use of their intuition. INFJs can also be found in service-oriented professions. They are not good at dealing with minutia or very detailed tasks. The INFJ will either avoid such things, or else go to the other extreme and become enveloped in the details to the extent that they can no longer see the big picture. An INFJ who has gone the route of becoming meticulous about details may be highly critical of other individuals who are not.

The INFJ individual is gifted in ways that other types are not. Life is not necessarily easy for the INFJ, but they are capable of great depth of feeling and personal achievement.

Jungian functional preference ordering:

Dominant: Introverted Intuition
Auxilliary: Extraverted Feeling
Tertiary: Introverted Thinking
Inferior: Extraverted Sensing


INFJ Relationships
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INFJs are warm and affirming people who are usually also deep and complex. They're likely to seek out and promote relationships that are intense and meaningful. They tend to be perfectionists, and are always striving for the Ultimate Relationship. For the most part, this is a positive feature, but sometimes works against the INFJ if they fall into the habit of moving from relationship to relationship, always in search of a more perfect partner. In general, the INFJ is a deeply warm and caring person who is highly invested in the health of their close relationships, and puts forth a lot of effort to make them positive. They are valued by those close to them for these special qualities. They seek long-term, lifelong relationships, although they don't always find them.



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INFJ Strengths
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Warm and affirming by nature
Dedicated to achieving the ultimate relationship
Sensitive and concerned for others' feelings
Usually have good communication skills, especially written
Take their commitments very seriously, and seek lifelong relationships
Have very high expectations for themselves and others (both a strength and weakness)
Good listeners
Are able to move on after a relationship has ended (once they're sure it's over)


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INFJ Weaknesses
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Tendency to hold back part of themselves
Not good with money or practical day-to-day life necessities
Extreme dislike of conflict and criticism
Have very high expectations for themselves and others (both a strength and weakness)
Have difficulty leaving a bad relationship


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INFJs as Lovers
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"To love means to open ourselves to the negative as well as the positive - to grief, sorrow, and disappointment as well as to joy, fulfillment, and an intensity of consciousness we did not know was possible before." -- Rollo May


INFJs are warm, considerate partners who feel great depth of love for their partners. They enjoy showing this love, and want to receive affirmation back from their mates.

They are perfectionists, constantly striving to achieve the Perfect Relationship. This can sometimes be frustrating to their mates, who may feel put upon by the INFJs demanding perfectionism. However, it may also be greatly appreciated, because it indicates a sincere commitment to the relationship, and a depth of caring which is not usually present in other types.

Sexually, INFJs view intimacy as a nearly spiritual experience. They embrace the opportunity to bond heart and soul with their mates. As service-oriented individuals, it's very important to them that their mates are happy. Intimacy is an opportunity for the INFJ to selflessly give their love, and experience it in a tangible way.



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INFJs as Parents
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"You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth...
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable." -- Kahlil Gibran

INFJs usually make warm and caring parents. Their goal is to help their children become adults who know the difference between right and wrong, and who are independent, growth-oriented individuals.

Along the path to that goal they are generally very warm and caring, and are likely to treat their children as individuals who have a voice in family decisions. They want their children to be able to think for themselves, and make the right decisions. They also can be quite demanding on their children, and may have very high expectations for their behavior. Although they are generally soft-spoken and gentle, they may become stubborn and sharp-tongued at times when their expectations aren't met, or when under a lot of stress.

INFJs take their parenting role with ultimate seriousness. They will make sacrifices for the sake of their children without a second thought, and without remorse. Passing on their values to their children is a serious priority in their lives. Children of INFJs remember their parents fondly as warm, patient, and inspirational.



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INFJs as Friends
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Although the INFJ is likely to put friends behind their God and their families in terms of importance, they do value their friendships. As idealists who have strong value systems, INFJs seek authenticity and depth in their close relationships, and especially value people who can see and appreciate the INFJ for who they are and what they stand for.

The INFJ is likely to spend a lot of time socialing with family members. If they are religious, they probably are social with members of their religious community. After that, the INFJ may have friends represented from any of the personality types. They are usually extremely intuitive individuals, who will have no patience for anyone they feel is dishonest or corrupt. They'll have no interest in being around these kinds of people.

All kinds of people are drawn towards the INFJ. They are usually quite popular, although they may be unaware of it themselves, because they don't place a lot of importance on it.

The INFJ is valued by their close friends for their warmth and consideration, their new and interesting ways of looking at things, and for their ability to inspire and motivate others to be the best that they can be. genuine article that they are.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Strike a match, light the sun. Watch the preview, life's a game.

I thought i'd flop into bed and hit slumberland like lightning breaks that reach the earth, especially after such a long day.

Apparently not. And we all wonder why.

The point being, I'm not able to sleep till the break of dawn. Till then, it'd be a good time to take Niko for a stroll as the sun creeps up. Take a pitstop at the park and indulge in the serenity of the entire ceremony that never fails to brighten up our days.

I'm not living life the way i thought i should be. Whatever happened to 'seriously, Fuck Love', i don't know either. Only because I've given up, or because i never knew what it really was, or i keep thinking love's not for me. I'd say, probably all of the above. It's not worth anything.

I wanted to wish you well, but after second thoughts, I realised i would've needed the well-wishing far more than you ever needed. Thus, it would've been a total suppression of your abilities if i wished you well - the fact that i knew you would be at your best, unaffected. So, i bidded my farewell and left.

;cheeeseballz. dang, i hate myself sometimes, most of the time.

pfft

blistering barnacles and pieces of blinking ninihammers. cheeseballsless dimwits.

on a brighter note, golfed 200 balls at the range today. blistered the finger that spells f*ck. probably a sign that i've been using it a lil' too often than i should've. :D tell me my blog is oh-so-boring. i need a life. screw it.

why don't people just fuck themselves.seriously. sheesh

Monday, September 22, 2008

the people/things i'll never get tired of!























the blink of an eye :)

The weeekend's gone again. Not going into the nitty critty details of every minute like any other blog out there.

My weekend was fantastic. Here's the catch - my weekends are always fantastic. But when i think this weekend was wonderful, the next one's always better. I'm starting to wonder if it'll ever end. And i reckon not.

All happened only because the loved one never left my side. Evidently, he made it fantabulously enjoyable. Hugs! And with all my love, thank you dearie! <3 !






;like a ticket to the moon and back. that's you baby.

Friday, September 19, 2008

determined.

And i AM going to work my ass off.

cheers to success people. :)

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

decision.

I'm not trying to be another angsty little pimply teen out there.

but seriously, Fuck Love.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

It ends tonight.

Your subtleties,
They strangle me,
I can't explain myself at all.
And all that wants
And all that needs
All I don't want to need at all.


The walls start breathing
My minds unweaving
Maybe it's best you leave me alone.
A weight is lifted
On this evening
I give the final blow.


When darkness turns to light,
It ends tonight
It ends tonight.

A falling star
Least I fall alone.

I can't explain what you can't explain.
Your finding things that you didn't know
I look at you with such disdain

The walls start breathing
My minds unweaving
Maybe it's best you leave me alone.
A weight is lifted
On this evening
I give the final blow.


When darkness turns to light
It ends tonight,

It ends tonight.
Just a little insight will make this right
It's too late to fight
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.

Now I'm on my own side
It's better than being on your side

It's my fault when your blind
It's better that I see it through your eyes

All these thoughts locked inside
Now you're the first to know



pay-back time, fuckers.

Tuesday, September 09, 2008

vindicated.



and everynight when i lie in bed
tell myself you ain't worth all this
you don't know.
but the tears trickle freely
that familiar warmth on my face
you don't know.
thought it wouldn't be a nightmare
but it seems to turn out the worst
you don't know.
thoughts of packing my bags
thoughts of packing up the dreams
you don't know.
tell me you don't need me anymore
i can't imagine fucking another
you don't know.

;but i'll be fine by myself.i guess.

Sunday, September 07, 2008

Pursuit of Happyness... not happiness.



If someone (probably a guy) ever got you wondering how brainlessly insensitive they can get, my advice would be, don't bother wondering - cos it'll never end.

And if you think you can find someone more sensitive than the current lover, my advice would be, happy searching - cos a pussy would probably be much better of.

Bottomline is: go ahead and BE happy. If you need a sensitive person around you, that's because you NEED something FROM THEM. Cut that out. Live your life the way you want, do what you want, be the person you ARE. Unless you retort that you ARE an emotionally needy person. Then I'm sorry this isn't for you cos you will suffer from a tragic lack of whatever-it-is.

nutshell- probably the only sensitive part of them is their f*cking dickheads, of which, sadly, is the the only head they think their brain is situated at.

;and now you got your answer to why sometimes players get the girls all the time.and girls are still crying over them despite their infidelities and still hang onto the 'relationship'.the amazing element of sensitivity is the answer.

.Impermanence.
every breath is different
but each one keeps
you alive

the sun slides across the sky
the same way everyday
but the clouds
shuffle its rays
infinitesimally

kites are flown in the wind
by different people
but the breeze
points every possible way
imaginable.

they all take a different journey
and of which, rather often
when handled by most amateurs,
our kites never return.

Wednesday, September 03, 2008

Question of the century...

I wait for you OR you wait for me.


Differs in scenarios, but still... ... its either or.

And its pretty fucked methinks.

Monday, September 01, 2008

一个人生活 - 林凡



叶子在窗外轻轻摇动
人行道没有行人走过
镜子里的我很不像我
自从你离开了我变得很软弱
你的影子在每一个角落
好像是在提醒着我
少了你的陪伴我现在有多寂寞

我想我可以习惯一个人生活
我想我可以假装不曾爱过
冰凉的夜里让眼泪温热我
感觉如果要走谁能说 no

我想我可以习惯一个人生活
在记忆里面擦去你的承诺
爱情怎么会是这个结果
爱情是个梦而我睡过头

;爱情是个梦而我睡过头

Saturday, August 30, 2008

Couch potato #1

And here i am, in the middle of a WEEKEND stuck at home in the midst of the humid gloom and threatening grey clouds looming right above me.

But its wonderful. I'm enjoying a book, comfortably tucked in bed.
With a warm cup of tea, an under-sized tee and undies! :))


;even when you aren't with me, even when you don't bother reading all these little love notes, even when you don't bother. fuck.

Friday, August 29, 2008

Declaration...

I just got back from a relaxing run with my dog, Niko. 4km? I should think so. And it feeels goooood. Dog training again tonight with baby, and baby's baby of course. Haha!

So, right now. The enjoyments of my life - tennis, doggie runs and jazz :)

THE GOOOD OLE HOLIDAYS ARE HERE AGAIN!!! 2 months for me! Driving lessons, pole dancing classes, perm my hair, get doggie walking assignments and... Australia!


;you're not an enjoyment, love. you're a necessity ; the one i can't live without.








this is Jaedon. i miss him.

Saturday, August 23, 2008

Life in hell : day 2 - struggling to survive

Woke up at 9am, mopped around till 10 plus. Rushed my mom to the dog groomers, appointment was at 11am. She was too busy doing the laundry and all, my dad decided to fetch both the doggies. Came home, mopped and distinfected the porch with floor detergent and dettol 8 TIMES. Brushed the sidewalks clean with the used soap water from the laundry. My morning gone.

Showered and did a little revision, electrician came to fix lights, replaced my leaking heater and added an extra shelf on my wall. Now,i need to fix a fence that seperates the garden from the backyard. It'll be Niko's haven. =D lucky ass dog. Picked the dogs from the groomers at 5. got back. went to the salon for a hair wash and off with mummy to church for prayer meeting. dinner-ed.

Whoa. No studying done = no progression. Eesh.

the ones whom you'd never give in to, try so f-ing hard. and the ones you're dying for, cannot be f-ing bothered. so, might as well don't f-ing bother.

Thursday, August 21, 2008

life in hell : day 1 - survived

So, I will be posting how miserably life would be treating me from this day on.

Lo and behold, the ONLY reason being : the blistering maid took off.

Up, up and away, to the Embassy on the account of being ill-treated from her soap-corroded hands due to her stubborn refute from wearing gloves when handling our laundry - of which she did not report likewise and made it look like another cruel story splattered all over the papers just a while back. (-*&%$#@-)

AND, poor me, had to bathe the dogs, dry their long and thick furcoats (zomg, it takes forever i swear), wash and mop their quarters, wash the carpet that Niko pee-ed on, mop the floor again cos she pee-ed at the same spot where the carpet was, grocery shopping for both the dogs (dry food, pet milk and shampoo) and my own. Finally, walked the dogs... ...
My afternoon and evening gone, just like that. Amazing.

I doubt I need anymore tennis as part of my exercise regime. Housework is more than enough to keep me at the edge and working out, non-stop. Lest, the dog walking part. I almost feel like a sled whenever i hook on the 'walking leash' :(






animal sporting ambassadors, anyone?