Tuesday, December 22, 2009
You know how sometimes in life
you come across situations where you feel
like you dont know if you're doing the right thing,
or the wrong thing.
But yet, you feel like it is, but the other person doesn't.
So you feel like you've gotten it wrong,
but it could really be just that the wrong message got across?
And the result is not at all what you wanted?
Well, yes, I'm there now.
I'm so confused as to whether I should let it go.
There are toooo many definitions of letting go.
Giving up the most important thing,
but holding on to what is left?
Giving up everything entirely?
Or just let it be?
The problem's getting fairly worse.
Why fairly worse?
Because the more I leave it be,
the less I have to go through.
But the situation will continue to rot.
Maybe, I should go for thoroughly done?
But I will have regrets.
And everything I'm into right now will be a huge factor at risk.
This is stupid, I know.
What goes on in my head.
But sometimes, it's hard.
The only reliable person is yourself,
and it seems I need this blog to mirror back how I feel.
Look upon what I'm going through;
Hopefully, I'll find solutions.
I don't know where this leads to,
but I want you to know.
That we could've been true,
But we're letting it go...
you come across situations where you feel
like you dont know if you're doing the right thing,
or the wrong thing.
But yet, you feel like it is, but the other person doesn't.
So you feel like you've gotten it wrong,
but it could really be just that the wrong message got across?
And the result is not at all what you wanted?
Well, yes, I'm there now.
I'm so confused as to whether I should let it go.
There are toooo many definitions of letting go.
Giving up the most important thing,
but holding on to what is left?
Giving up everything entirely?
Or just let it be?
The problem's getting fairly worse.
Why fairly worse?
Because the more I leave it be,
the less I have to go through.
But the situation will continue to rot.
Maybe, I should go for thoroughly done?
But I will have regrets.
And everything I'm into right now will be a huge factor at risk.
This is stupid, I know.
What goes on in my head.
But sometimes, it's hard.
The only reliable person is yourself,
and it seems I need this blog to mirror back how I feel.
Look upon what I'm going through;
Hopefully, I'll find solutions.
I don't know where this leads to,
but I want you to know.
That we could've been true,
But we're letting it go...
what we could have been, 4:40 AM.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Sometimes, some things are kept secret for a reason.
Otherwise, why the secret?
I find it hilarious when people argue back
when they've let the cat out of the bag;
And their excuse is,
"Oh, 'cause I thought you wouldn't mind.
Afterall, you guys are friends too right?
Would it really matter?"
Yes. It does.
To me :
Well, if I told you, and not someone else,
there's got to be a perfectly good reason behind it.
Yeah, we might be friends.
But I felt more comfortable having one person knowing it,
I trusted you more.
Yet,
You broke that trust.
If I wouldn't mind, it wouldn't have been secret.
The whole world would be open to it.
Telling you a secret,
is like giving you a key.
A key to a case ; for you to unlock what only I know.
My treasure.
If you just duplicate the key for others,
Won't they accessible to my personal thoughts; my treasure?
Won't they have the same priviledge I have given you?
Figuratively,
I give you the password to my house.
You tell others,
Won't they be able to rob my house?
It's not severity that matters.
It's the thought,
the Betrayal.
Otherwise, why the secret?
I find it hilarious when people argue back
when they've let the cat out of the bag;
And their excuse is,
"Oh, 'cause I thought you wouldn't mind.
Afterall, you guys are friends too right?
Would it really matter?"
Yes. It does.
To me :
Well, if I told you, and not someone else,
there's got to be a perfectly good reason behind it.
Yeah, we might be friends.
But I felt more comfortable having one person knowing it,
I trusted you more.
Yet,
You broke that trust.
If I wouldn't mind, it wouldn't have been secret.
The whole world would be open to it.
Telling you a secret,
is like giving you a key.
A key to a case ; for you to unlock what only I know.
My treasure.
If you just duplicate the key for others,
Won't they accessible to my personal thoughts; my treasure?
Won't they have the same priviledge I have given you?
Figuratively,
I give you the password to my house.
You tell others,
Won't they be able to rob my house?
It's not severity that matters.
It's the thought,
the Betrayal.
what we could have been, 5:52 AM.
A wise friend once told me,
"Stop picking at a superficial scab
as a result from an injury so deep,
that even the slightest jolt will have it gushing blood out again."
Wise indeed, huh.
Ponder upon this.
And ask yourself,
Have you been hurt so bad,
that you could break down at any point.
But yet,
You can't help thinking about the incident.
Demoralising you even further.
Short Post.
Small words, Huge thought.
LOL .
"Stop picking at a superficial scab
as a result from an injury so deep,
that even the slightest jolt will have it gushing blood out again."
Wise indeed, huh.
Ponder upon this.
And ask yourself,
Have you been hurt so bad,
that you could break down at any point.
But yet,
You can't help thinking about the incident.
Demoralising you even further.
Short Post.
Small words, Huge thought.
LOL .
what we could have been, 5:45 AM.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Okay, so Christmas is coming soon.
And it seems that I am the only one
who senses the impending danger of stampedes at malls.
I mean, really, with the discounts and offers,
I'm pretty sure I'd get trampled on somehow.
Maybe its the trauma that's buried deep inside me since I was a kid.
Yes, when I was 5, I experienced that TORTURE.
But anyhow, I'm here today to talk about Christmas.
And why I don't believe in Santa Claus.
Well, let me begin with this:
Santa is simply a figment of our imagination;
A result of overinfluence from the media.
Some oppose this, but I truly believe in it.
Personally for me, I only got to know Santa from programmes and such.
If you actually think about it,
There are two sides to Christmas.
Either you choose one over the other,
or you pick both, but have a no interest in their history.
The first choice would be:
1) Santa Claus comes every Christmas (25thDec09)
to give presents to the good children.
The second choice would be:
2) Jesus Christ was born on Christmas.
Therefore, the celebration.
For me, being a Christian, choice 1 is nothing but a fairytale.
A fantasy.
A story drawn from a kid's picture book.
Fiction.
Choice 2 holds more meaning.
But yet, it's not been verified that Jesus WAS born on 29thDec09.
This fact was uncovered by some scientists,
who believe that he was born around Easter instead.
But still, how reliable are they?
Oh well,
I guess Christmas is how we potray it to be.
I feel, no matter how Christmas came about,
It's just a time for family and friends to come together.
Maybe even enemies, people you're not close to or someone you can't stand.
It's a time where you have to compromise on each others' flaws,
and concentrate on what's most important.
"Loving your neighbours as yourself."
And it seems that I am the only one
who senses the impending danger of stampedes at malls.
I mean, really, with the discounts and offers,
I'm pretty sure I'd get trampled on somehow.
Maybe its the trauma that's buried deep inside me since I was a kid.
Yes, when I was 5, I experienced that TORTURE.
But anyhow, I'm here today to talk about Christmas.
And why I don't believe in Santa Claus.
Well, let me begin with this:
Santa is simply a figment of our imagination;
A result of overinfluence from the media.
Some oppose this, but I truly believe in it.
Personally for me, I only got to know Santa from programmes and such.
If you actually think about it,
There are two sides to Christmas.
Either you choose one over the other,
or you pick both, but have a no interest in their history.
The first choice would be:
1) Santa Claus comes every Christmas (25thDec09)
to give presents to the good children.
The second choice would be:
2) Jesus Christ was born on Christmas.
Therefore, the celebration.
For me, being a Christian, choice 1 is nothing but a fairytale.
A fantasy.
A story drawn from a kid's picture book.
Fiction.
Choice 2 holds more meaning.
But yet, it's not been verified that Jesus WAS born on 29thDec09.
This fact was uncovered by some scientists,
who believe that he was born around Easter instead.
But still, how reliable are they?
Oh well,
I guess Christmas is how we potray it to be.
I feel, no matter how Christmas came about,
It's just a time for family and friends to come together.
Maybe even enemies, people you're not close to or someone you can't stand.
It's a time where you have to compromise on each others' flaws,
and concentrate on what's most important.
"Loving your neighbours as yourself."
what we could have been, 7:20 PM.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
After much consideration, I have decided.
I shall start talking about (500) Days of Summer.
-A sweet, complicated yet simple love story;
Though the narrator begs to differ.
It is definitely one my favourite movies.
Much is spoken through awkward silences and passionate actions.
Maybe a little too passionate for my liking at moments.
But overall a rather good show with "perfectly adequate" dialogues
and appropriate filming.
Yes, I have no idea what I'm talking about.
But that doesn't really matter, because I'll be the only reading this.
I shall start talking about (500) Days of Summer.
-A sweet, complicated yet simple love story;
Though the narrator begs to differ.
It is definitely one my favourite movies.
Much is spoken through awkward silences and passionate actions.
Maybe a little too passionate for my liking at moments.
But overall a rather good show with "perfectly adequate" dialogues
and appropriate filming.
Yes, I have no idea what I'm talking about.
But that doesn't really matter, because I'll be the only reading this.
what we could have been, 12:43 AM.
Wellwell, where shall I start .
Okay.
Here goes.
I'm stuck.
Gahh .
Okay.
Here goes.
I'm stuck.
Gahh .
what we could have been, 12:42 AM.
Sometimes, it's the simple things in life that keep us going.
Afterall, simplicity IS the new complexity.
Like love; Such a simple term yet it witholds such intense emotions.
Before I continue,
I would like to emphasize that this is NOT a corny post.
And anything and everything I post up here
has clearly NO relation to anyone whatsoever.
So please, don't hold everything I say here against yourself.
It only proves one thing:
YOU'RE GUILTY.
Okay(:
Now on to my posts...
Afterall, simplicity IS the new complexity.
Like love; Such a simple term yet it witholds such intense emotions.
Before I continue,
I would like to emphasize that this is NOT a corny post.
And anything and everything I post up here
has clearly NO relation to anyone whatsoever.
So please, don't hold everything I say here against yourself.
It only proves one thing:
YOU'RE GUILTY.
Okay(:
Now on to my posts...
what we could have been, 12:34 AM.
