Still...

Hide me now
Under your wings
Cover me
within your mighty hand

When the oceans rise and thunders roar
I will soar with you above the storm
Father you are king over the flood
I will be still and know you are God

Find rest my soul
In Christ alone
Know his power
In quietness and trust

When the oceans rise and thunders roar
I will soar with you above the storm
Father you are king over the flood
I will be still and know you are God

utter disappointment...

today, i realised that whatever my mother predicted and said is true to a very large extent. And i regret begging to differ for all the times i stood up for my foolishness.

i am so, really very disappointed...

your subtleties, they strangle me

you'll never ever be my favourite accident.

soul-grinding.

My eyes are tired from the night's crying. But it hurts whenever I close my eyes - hurts because it lost its moisture to the tears over the night, and hurts even deeper because everything starts coming back to me.
The whirling build-up of emotions that eventually would form into a disastrous tornado that leaves me empty like a barren piece of land. No hope, no love, no glory, no happy ending.

The truly difficult answers in life are answers that only you know and you can answer. Those that no one could answer in your stead. Only then, it'd be genuine, thus right.

Perhaps being single is not that bad afterall. Jamies, I know you're probably feeling this already. And I guess, its cos you dont have to worry to be played out again. dont have to think of anyone ese when youre doing something, dont ahve to keeep etting dissapointed from time to time again cos the other half isn't putting in enough effort that you expected on special occasions, no more nonsense.no more me. However some in abundance in return - freedom. Emotional freedom.

All of a sudden, the epilogue of the movie '2 days in Paris' struck me hard. I felt like part of the cast - the part at the end when the women was reciting the conclusion about life and relationships inter-twined.

At the end of everything, you wished that someone would tell you how to feel. Both of you may be sitting in the same room facing each other. But each hurting even more inside not because of the pending seperation but the fact that they knew what they were but circumstances and events have turned the table around - irreversibly damaging to the relationship. How is one ,or two, supposed to feel when they've reached a standpoint and not able to turn back? but still want to hang on because they've already become so used to each other. Then comes the part where they finally walk seperate ways, try to get over it, fool around for a while, then comes along a guy/girl who sweeps them off their feet once more and the whole cycle happens again.

That's 2 days in paris for you. or me. as a matter of fact. For once i felt tht movies are realistic. well, it was picturehouse afterall.

congratulations to you Jamies

I hate you.

Being so nice just to get what you want and forget how rude/brutal you were.

balls to you, fucker.

flagrant errors of the present ...the future, and me.

They all came together - as one. And clashed...

They left me hanging. They left me emotionally speechless.
I was robbed of whatever I thought it could be - all my envisioned felicities.
I was emptied of all the memories held at hand.
I was experiencing the power of mistakes.
I was intrigued by its ability to take away all that mattered to me in my heart.
I was, still am... and will always be.

Only to know that I have to hold myself and myself alone for this.
There's nothing else to fight for.
There's no one else to shoulder the boulder's burden with.
There's no way I could live in denial.
There's nothing clearer than my inner self's nagging.
There's no sleep anymore - this peculiar insomnia inducing feeling...

There is only... ... me, and the music... and this slight drizzle that barely begun -incredibly coincidental.


if life throws murphy's law at me, i'm pretty damned sure how doomed i'd be.