…gUu…

when you’re young, your whole life is about the pursuit of fun

then you grow up and learn to be cautious

you break a bone, or a heart

you look before you leap and sometimes you don’t leap at all

because there’s not always someone there to catch you

when did it stop being fun and start being scary?

when it comes to relationships, maybe we’re all in glass houses

and you shouldn’t throw stones, because you will never really know

some people are settling down, some are settling and some people refuse to settle for anything less

the thing about relationships is that

there are those that open you up to something new and exotic

those that are old and familiar

those that bring up lots of questions

those that bring you somewhere unexpected

those that bring you far from where you started

and those that bring you back

but the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all

is the one you have with yourself

and if you can find someone to love the you you, well, that’s just a dream come true

someone has once told me, i’m not meant to be tamed

i’m supposed to run wild until i find someone, just as wild, to run with

you shouldn’t have to sacrifice who you are just because somebody else has a problem with it.

maybe our mistakes are what make our fate

without them, what would shape our lives?

perhaps if we never veered off course

we wouldn’t fall in love, or be who we are

after all, seasons change

people come into your life and people go

but sometimes the past is like an anchor holding us back

you have to let go of who you are to become who you will be

can you get to your future if your past is present?

can you let go of your partner’s past to see the future?

i’ve done the merry-go-round, i’ve been through the revolving doors

i feel like i’ve met somebody i can stand still with for a minute

it took me a really long time to get here, but I’m here

would you want to stand still with me?

~inspired by ‘carrie’ (satc)

hard to think positive
hard to hold a thought
hard to forget
hard times i’ve fought

good thoughts get eaten
dark thoughts in my head
dark outside my window
i lay awake in bed

the vinyl spins
needle digs deep
memories fill the room
i try not to weep

distraction or hobby
i’m not sure which
open my skull
turn off this damn switch

passion and pain
no way too purge
my only escape
writing these words

on a monday i am waiting
on a tuesday i am fading
and by wednesday i can’t sleep
then the phone rings i hear you
and the darkness becomes a clear view
cause you’ve come to rescue me

to fall with you I fall so fast
i can hardly catch my breath while i hope it lasts

it seems like I can finally rest my head on something real
and i like the way that feels
its as if you’ve known me better than I ever knew myself
and i love how you can tell

i am moody and messy
i get restless and it’s senseless
how you never seem to care
when I’m angry you listen
when you’re happy it’s a mission
and you wont stop ’til I’m there

sometimes i fall so fast
well i hit that bottom
and crash you’re all I have

how do you know everything I’m about to say?
am I that obvious?
as if it’s written on my face?
but i hope it never goes away

and on a monday i am waiting
and by tuesday i am fading… into your arms…

i can’t stand to fly, i’m not that naive
i’m just out to find, the better part of me
i’m more than a bird, i’m more than a plane
more than some pretty face beside a train
it’s not easy to be me

wish that i could cry, fall upon my knees
find a way to lie, about a home i’ll never see

it may sound absurd, but don’t be naive
even heroes have the right to bleed
i may be disturbed, but won’t you concede
even heroes have the right to dream
it’s not easy to be me

up and away… away from me
it’s all right… you can all sleep sound tonight
i’m not crazy… or anything…

the cold water of my shower washes away my mask;
for that few hours away from the world now till dusk,
i will just be myself, without my stage persona,
without judgment, without prejudice, without assumptions.

only in the night when we are alone can our souls roam free,
in the shelter of our homes is when we are who we really are.
no others to judge you, a quiet moment with just yourself,
without judgment, without prejudice, without assumptions.
i wonder when i put on my mask again tomorrow,
how many actually know who i really am, what i really am.
is our identity decided by others in they way they chose to see us?
does anybody actually know the real you and do you want them to?

Culian Le Ferach                                    
1791 – 1854

i don’t feel loved like how i’m usually loved
i don’t feel cared for like how i’m usually cared
i don’t feel important like how important i usually felt

i feel lonely like i was the night before
i feel uncomfortable saying i love you
i feel neglected but thought i wouldn’t be when i found you

lines often heard as break up phrases
how do these words generate in the first place?
is it true that in every relationship you have to feel the same way?
in that case, won’t you just be dating the same person over and over again?

i don’t believe that you can love someone wrongly
but i believe that every individual wants to be loved in their own way
i don’t believe in lousy lovers
but i believe in lovers who have different perspectives in love
i don’t believe everyone says ‘i love you’ with the same intentions
but i believe to several individuals it doesn’t take words to feel their affection

so who is the one to say how to love?
when all’s fair in the game of love and war…
there’s no right or wrong way to love someone…

so maybe… just maybe… i don’t feel loved like how i want to be loved…?

i walk a lonely road
the only one that have ever known
don’t know where it goes
but its home and i walk alone

i walk this empty street
on the boulevard of broken heart
where the city sleeps
and i’m the only one and i walk alone

i’m walking down the line
that divides me somewhere in my mind
on the border line of the edge
and where i walk alone
            
my shadow’s the only one that walks beside me
my shallow heart’s the only thing that’s beating
sometimes i wish someone out there will find me
till then i’ll walk alone…

Virgo - Your Love Profile

Your positive traits:

You’re incredibly thoughtful and able to give your partner what they need most.
You are totally logical. You can deal with problems without involving your emotions.
A good work ethic. You’ll do whatever it takes (within reason) to make your relationship work.

Your negative traits:

Sometimes you are so focused on your goals that you let your relationships suffer
You tend to be a perfectionist - and expect perfection from your mate as well
You are picky. So picky that you rather be single than with someone who has a few minor faults.

Your ideal partner:

Values success in life as much as you do
Fits a checklist of qualities you’ve been looking for since childhood
Like you, is more practical and realistic than romantic

Your dating style:

Active. You’re a bit hyper, so you’d prefer a date that involved rollerblading in the park or hiking.

Your seduction style:

You may seem a bit shy, but once you open up to someone - you’re totally uninhibited
You like to set the scene first - candles, music, nice sheets
A bit obsessed with cleanliness, you may want to shower first with your love

Tips for the future:

Soften up a little. Vulnerability is sexy - and feels great over time.
Lower your standards a little. Look past a messy desk or someone being five minutes late.
Praise your partner more. You make expect them to be successful, but complements are still appreciated.

taken from http://www.blogthings.com/virgo-loveprofile.html

the other day i saw a slogan used by our singapore government to promote using english, and it said ‘speak good english‘, doesn’t the slogan sound a little gramatically incorrect? can english really be used to describe as good? if so, what’s the definition of good english? nono.. don’t get me wrong, my english is far from being ‘good english‘ it’s just something worth pondering about…….

"a sign i saw at a ktv place, so everyone, please keep cleaning yo"

one day, a farmer was planting seeds when a silver sparrow came to him and started singing the most beautiful tune he has ever heard. the silver sparrow was delighted to find someone who appreciated her voice. thus, everyday before sunset the sparrow will look for the farmer to sing him a tune.

once, the sparrow was injured and couldn’t fly to meet the farmer for three days. in these three days the farmer became frustrated and complained to his best friend that he couldn’t hear the beautiful tune from the beautiful sparrow anymore. his best friend shrugged and replied, "oh well, no matter how beautiful it was, i don’t think it was as beautiful as the golden sparrow i saw at the mountain top, it had golden silk feathers and it sang the most beautiful tune i have ever heard." after hearing this, the farmer started to wonder about the beauty of the golden sparrow.

the silver sparrow finally recovered and happily flew to look for the farmer to sing him his favourite song, however, after singing the farmer sadly said, "it’s no use, no matter how beautiful your song is, I think that the golden sparrow’s song will be much more beautiful…" The silver sparrow was hurt, she then flew around the farmer three times as a sign of farewell.

however, while the silver sparrow flew away, the farmer noticed that while the golden rays of the setting sun reflected on the silver sparrow, it was the golden sparrow his best friend was talking about, the farmer wept…

it’s funny how we always take for granted of things that we shouldn’t have, and how much we hope to turn back the hands of time. should we blame it on pure stupidity or natural ignorance?