I like the wind. The wind, is my friend here.
Ah, the wind...it might just carry you away doesn't it? I know the wind is strong, and if you stand too close to the cliff, the wind might just kill you. And there you shall fall, down to your death.
But let me tell you about the wind, it carries news. News of a sunny day, news of a thunderstorm. It can tell you what kinda day you're having, or going to be having.
The most important thing of all about the wind, is that it carries. So you, why don't you cast aside all your sadness and fears, all the hurt and anger, you broken future's dreams, and let it float. Float away, carried by the wind into the evening sunset.
The wind will make you feel better. So let it go.
Saturday, March 29
Wednesday, March 26
How About Enough
You know there is a comic book character called Daredevil.
He's blind, and yet they call him "The Man Without Fear".
And if what they say is true, love is blind;
Then shouldn't we all love, without fear?
He's blind, and yet they call him "The Man Without Fear".
And if what they say is true, love is blind;
Then shouldn't we all love, without fear?
Sunday, March 23
We're all wounded anyway, in our own respective ways.
WAKE UP. Time for me to wake up, and stop fussing about it.
COME BACK SOON! But that doesn't mean i don't care now.
So shut up, pick yourself up, and stop being a wimp. You coward andi, you always were.
COME BACK SOON! But that doesn't mean i don't care now.
So shut up, pick yourself up, and stop being a wimp. You coward andi, you always were.
Friday, March 21
Hearts Burst Into Fire III
From where they are standing, they see overcast skies and storms, fast approaching. The day starts to darken as the rainclouds start drifting in.
"When the storm comes in, the days here get really cold and harsh,'' the man says.
"But I like the cold, its where I want to be right now. Cold and alone. The cold is good for me,"she replies.
"Its too dangerous, for if you stay here, the lightning might get you, and I could never forgive myself if anything was to happen to you. But if you insist on waiting, then at least let me wait out here with you. I don't care how long the rain's gonna be, take all the time you want, as long as you need to be here. Maybe we might just live to see the sunlight again, and I promise you there will be rainbows. Pretty pretty rainbows," he adds.
"Believe me, I've seen it. Trust me, this is my spot."
"When the storm comes in, the days here get really cold and harsh,'' the man says.
"But I like the cold, its where I want to be right now. Cold and alone. The cold is good for me,"she replies.
"Its too dangerous, for if you stay here, the lightning might get you, and I could never forgive myself if anything was to happen to you. But if you insist on waiting, then at least let me wait out here with you. I don't care how long the rain's gonna be, take all the time you want, as long as you need to be here. Maybe we might just live to see the sunlight again, and I promise you there will be rainbows. Pretty pretty rainbows," he adds.
"Believe me, I've seen it. Trust me, this is my spot."
Tuesday, March 18
Hearts Burst Into Fire II
"Stand tall oh fair maiden. Stand firm, strong and upright. Because the sun will rise. And tomorrow will be a new brighter day,'' said the man.
"But we're standing here, in the middle of nowhere. What's the point?", she says.
"Oh beauty, you are standing here in my spot. You'll never know if people are watching. You'll never know if there is someone out there who needs you, someone out there still looking for you. So be strong, just like you are supposed to. Maybe even someday, someone will find you and come and take you away. You'll never know. Your happiness, is all i ask."
The man has a heavy heart, but he smiles. He knows, he did good.
"But we're standing here, in the middle of nowhere. What's the point?", she says.
"Oh beauty, you are standing here in my spot. You'll never know if people are watching. You'll never know if there is someone out there who needs you, someone out there still looking for you. So be strong, just like you are supposed to. Maybe even someday, someone will find you and come and take you away. You'll never know. Your happiness, is all i ask."
The man has a heavy heart, but he smiles. He knows, he did good.
Monday, March 17
Hearts Burst Into Fire. I
Imagine a very beautiful stretch of road, so serene, right near the mountainside. Cliffs that plunge down into the sea. Oh so pretty isn't it? That's the scene of my story.
A man frequents this area, down by the same spot on the cliff near the bend. For every living day of his life, he visits the area religiously, without fail. No matter how busy he is, he knows that he has to be there, it is his spot.
From there, he sees many things, he gangsters selling vcds, he sees middle school malay dances and rock bands, he sees the hospital, he sees the university, he sees the merlion, he sees a giant shoe-house made of chocolate cake, and he sees everyone, living their lives. Yes, this is his life that he sees, for it is his spot.
He has gone there many days and nights. And he knows what sunrise looks like, as it pierces the darkness of the night sky, lighting up the void in his heart. He knows what sunset looks like, shadowing the brightness of his days. He knows, and he can expect it very well, for it is his spot.
Cars, bikes, vans, police patrols all regularly commute this road behind him, wonder why there is a man there, but none stop to say hello. He doesn't mind, passer-bys are passer-bys, for it is his spot.
All he wishes for is to sit there everyday, hoping to see the next sunrise and sunset. It is what keeps him going, as he doesn't even remember how old he is, or how old he can be. He isn't worried one bit, he just sits there, for it is his spot.
One night, there came by a beauty, walking along the side of the road. The beauty looks torn, upset and broken. It is not often that people walk the road in this spot, so the man welcomes her to join him. He offers her whatever measly items he has, and he tries to give his best to her. For a moment there he was happy, as he discovers this amazing new friend that he has found. Has she lost her way? Was she left behind by the moving cars that speed past? Who is responsible for hurting such a person? His mind questions, but his mouth doesn't. He wants her to say, but he's unsure if she wants to. "I know its not the coziest of places, but you're welcome to stay,'' he says."The town's down there, its warmer and nearer to the sun, but if you're coming back, please tell me to wait. I'll be here all day for you. This is my spot."
The beauty says nothing, but walks forwards to the edge of the cliff. The man chases her and walk together to the cliffside, "Maybe she wants to see the sun." They walk all the way to the edge together, one wrong move and they'll plunge. He knows this, for this is his spot.
He takes the only safety line that he has and attaches it to his spot, and hooks it onto her without her knowledge. He knows that he doesn't want her to fall over the cliff, and he's taking precaution. Will the line catch her? Or will she fall? Faith he says, faith in my safety line. The only way to know is to jump.
"Let's go", the beauty says. The man is confused. What does she mean? Let's jump or let's get back to the spot? "No, let's stay here awhile. Its almost sunrise. Your days will be warmer, and you'll feel better. Trust me. I know, coz this is my spot."
So the beauty stands there. In the shadows of the night, standing there. Is she going to jump? The man waits. If she jumps, he will jump too. Oh she will be safe alright, everytime she falls even though she doesn't know it, she has my safety line. It will always be there, it will never fail.
So they stand there, he is alert and ever ready. What's the next action? He knows, if he jumps, it might be certain death. But he is not afraid. For her, he is ready.
A man frequents this area, down by the same spot on the cliff near the bend. For every living day of his life, he visits the area religiously, without fail. No matter how busy he is, he knows that he has to be there, it is his spot.
From there, he sees many things, he gangsters selling vcds, he sees middle school malay dances and rock bands, he sees the hospital, he sees the university, he sees the merlion, he sees a giant shoe-house made of chocolate cake, and he sees everyone, living their lives. Yes, this is his life that he sees, for it is his spot.
He has gone there many days and nights. And he knows what sunrise looks like, as it pierces the darkness of the night sky, lighting up the void in his heart. He knows what sunset looks like, shadowing the brightness of his days. He knows, and he can expect it very well, for it is his spot.
Cars, bikes, vans, police patrols all regularly commute this road behind him, wonder why there is a man there, but none stop to say hello. He doesn't mind, passer-bys are passer-bys, for it is his spot.
All he wishes for is to sit there everyday, hoping to see the next sunrise and sunset. It is what keeps him going, as he doesn't even remember how old he is, or how old he can be. He isn't worried one bit, he just sits there, for it is his spot.
One night, there came by a beauty, walking along the side of the road. The beauty looks torn, upset and broken. It is not often that people walk the road in this spot, so the man welcomes her to join him. He offers her whatever measly items he has, and he tries to give his best to her. For a moment there he was happy, as he discovers this amazing new friend that he has found. Has she lost her way? Was she left behind by the moving cars that speed past? Who is responsible for hurting such a person? His mind questions, but his mouth doesn't. He wants her to say, but he's unsure if she wants to. "I know its not the coziest of places, but you're welcome to stay,'' he says."The town's down there, its warmer and nearer to the sun, but if you're coming back, please tell me to wait. I'll be here all day for you. This is my spot."
The beauty says nothing, but walks forwards to the edge of the cliff. The man chases her and walk together to the cliffside, "Maybe she wants to see the sun." They walk all the way to the edge together, one wrong move and they'll plunge. He knows this, for this is his spot.
He takes the only safety line that he has and attaches it to his spot, and hooks it onto her without her knowledge. He knows that he doesn't want her to fall over the cliff, and he's taking precaution. Will the line catch her? Or will she fall? Faith he says, faith in my safety line. The only way to know is to jump.
"Let's go", the beauty says. The man is confused. What does she mean? Let's jump or let's get back to the spot? "No, let's stay here awhile. Its almost sunrise. Your days will be warmer, and you'll feel better. Trust me. I know, coz this is my spot."
So the beauty stands there. In the shadows of the night, standing there. Is she going to jump? The man waits. If she jumps, he will jump too. Oh she will be safe alright, everytime she falls even though she doesn't know it, she has my safety line. It will always be there, it will never fail.
So they stand there, he is alert and ever ready. What's the next action? He knows, if he jumps, it might be certain death. But he is not afraid. For her, he is ready.
Thursday, March 13
NKK =)
hello there. it appears there is some conflict with regards to my blog. so i guess i've to address present matters, which is rare.
guess it was a mistake to be too honest with you by giving you my blog address, coz i didnt wanna hide anything, but like i have always said to everyone, this blog is just a nice memory bank that i keep to see my past memories. that's kinda what makes a person you know, good memories; it could just pick you up when you're at your lowest point in life. its kinda like a vintage photograph set in words, for you to experience over and over again.
but remember, memories are memories. they're not current, what me or misha may be feeling or going through now is MOST DEFINITELY very different from what is written here(check the context first though). we're different people now, with different lives. we used to be same same, and now we're different. for one, we're broken up since when, how long has that been? we've also successfully transited into the land of friendship, and i think we came out just fine.
we're best friends now, nothing more, nothing less. it wasn't easy!
i know it must have been hard for a visitor to tread on my memories, you have to be very careful. they're like the clouds, one wrong move and poof! you might just end up with a painful fall. but can you imagine if you never ever knew the existence of such a blog, only to find it later on with all these mentions of sweet nothings inside that i've been keeping secret? that's gonna be more painful, i should know. they say that if you're not guilty, then you won't have anything to hide. well i am guilt-free, and i'm as innocent as a cop. haha!
mish's shoes arent easy to fill, coz got bunions! HAHA okay seriously, misha's shoes arent easy to fill, and i know that its certain death. they're like concrete shoes that you see in mafia movies before you drown the fella. but i do know this, if i do fall in love again...i want it to be with someone that is true. all i'm asking for is honesty in yourself, because if i was to ever learn from anything in this blog, is that i have loved someone that wasn't really who she was supposed to be. i, or rather we, moulded her into this other being that was my perfect girlfriend and i became a better boyfriend(i think so, now lah. date me to find out.) i dont want that, coz i know where that road goes. what's the point then, i might as well go date a MAID and marry her.
to my next girlfriend, whoever you are if you're out there, here's a very advance post that i've made for you. remember all these things that i've said okay? dont benchmark yourself against misha, coz i'm not expecting a desperate housewife, just you, in your natural self. isnt that the best way to love someone, for who they really are. big deal lah if they cannot do this and that. honesty and sincerity rates tops with me. maybe decency as well, but that's another chapter.
and trust me, this blog, will be jealous of you. -GULP- i try my best okay...coz you know i'd try to give you the world, just like i've done before.
auditions for the above post is now open. take your time to practice. =)
guess it was a mistake to be too honest with you by giving you my blog address, coz i didnt wanna hide anything, but like i have always said to everyone, this blog is just a nice memory bank that i keep to see my past memories. that's kinda what makes a person you know, good memories; it could just pick you up when you're at your lowest point in life. its kinda like a vintage photograph set in words, for you to experience over and over again.
but remember, memories are memories. they're not current, what me or misha may be feeling or going through now is MOST DEFINITELY very different from what is written here(check the context first though). we're different people now, with different lives. we used to be same same, and now we're different. for one, we're broken up since when, how long has that been? we've also successfully transited into the land of friendship, and i think we came out just fine.
we're best friends now, nothing more, nothing less. it wasn't easy!
i know it must have been hard for a visitor to tread on my memories, you have to be very careful. they're like the clouds, one wrong move and poof! you might just end up with a painful fall. but can you imagine if you never ever knew the existence of such a blog, only to find it later on with all these mentions of sweet nothings inside that i've been keeping secret? that's gonna be more painful, i should know. they say that if you're not guilty, then you won't have anything to hide. well i am guilt-free, and i'm as innocent as a cop. haha!
mish's shoes arent easy to fill, coz got bunions! HAHA okay seriously, misha's shoes arent easy to fill, and i know that its certain death. they're like concrete shoes that you see in mafia movies before you drown the fella. but i do know this, if i do fall in love again...i want it to be with someone that is true. all i'm asking for is honesty in yourself, because if i was to ever learn from anything in this blog, is that i have loved someone that wasn't really who she was supposed to be. i, or rather we, moulded her into this other being that was my perfect girlfriend and i became a better boyfriend(i think so, now lah. date me to find out.) i dont want that, coz i know where that road goes. what's the point then, i might as well go date a MAID and marry her.
to my next girlfriend, whoever you are if you're out there, here's a very advance post that i've made for you. remember all these things that i've said okay? dont benchmark yourself against misha, coz i'm not expecting a desperate housewife, just you, in your natural self. isnt that the best way to love someone, for who they really are. big deal lah if they cannot do this and that. honesty and sincerity rates tops with me. maybe decency as well, but that's another chapter.
and trust me, this blog, will be jealous of you. -GULP- i try my best okay...coz you know i'd try to give you the world, just like i've done before.
auditions for the above post is now open. take your time to practice. =)
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