Questions Remain
20110918 @ Sunday, September 18, 2011
hear 1 answer. 1 person changes the question. Everybody is none the wiser. clever work mr
health beurocrat. Very clever indeed. But the question remains. We'll just keep asking
Fairytale
Sunday, September 18, 2011
| Fairytale 'cause I don't care for your fairytales You're so worried about the maiden though you know She's only waiting on the next best thing Snow White is doing dishes again cause What else can you do With seven itty-bitty men? Sends them to bed and calls up a friend Says will you meet me at midnight? The tall blonde lets out a cry of despair says Would have cut it myself if I knew men could climb hair I'll have to find another tower somewhere and keep away from the windows |
Haunting yet Beautiful
20110917 @ Saturday, September 17, 2011
When you have done the things that you've done, all I can do is worry. Your words are haunting and beautiful yet I see no deeds to suggest you are sorry.
Your less beautiful words have foreshadowed my hitting the ground in most peculiar way. And I tell you now you will have reason to be sorry if it comes to bear.
Your actions are more than I can take. I've given you back to fate. You are filled with a depth of hate in this life - a hate and disregard for me, yourself and others, that gives me no reason to stay, to wait for you, for you to meet me at the door to tell me you are sorry; how sorry you really are. Sorry indeed. Even if you did, how could I ever believe what you say.
Your words, even in kindness, are nothing more than part of a peculiar pattern of abuse. It is more than I can take. You are more than I can take, Machiavelli.
Actions are everything.
Make a choice.
Not for me.
Not for us.
For yourself.
Your less beautiful words have foreshadowed my hitting the ground in most peculiar way. And I tell you now you will have reason to be sorry if it comes to bear.
Your actions are more than I can take. I've given you back to fate. You are filled with a depth of hate in this life - a hate and disregard for me, yourself and others, that gives me no reason to stay, to wait for you, for you to meet me at the door to tell me you are sorry; how sorry you really are. Sorry indeed. Even if you did, how could I ever believe what you say.
Your words, even in kindness, are nothing more than part of a peculiar pattern of abuse. It is more than I can take. You are more than I can take, Machiavelli.
Actions are everything.
Make a choice.
Not for me.
Not for us.
For yourself.
You're Worth It
Saturday, September 17, 2011
So I get up. I brush myself off. And I continue to wait for the light that is you. It seems my patience must be endless.
Because you are worth the wait. You are worth it all to me.
The Wind Almost Took You
Saturday, September 17, 2011
When you have done the things you've done.
When I tell you I'll meet you at the door. And you tell me you're sorry. That I have no reason left to worry.
When you hit the ground in a most peculiar way. And I tell you to wait. And you tell me I'll be sorry. That you have no reason left to worry.
When I am more than you can take, just give me back.
Labels: I Wrote This For You
Mother’s Sacrifice during the Japan Earthquake.
20110915 @ Thursday, September 15, 2011
This is a true story of Mother’s Sacrifice during the Japan Earthquake.
After the Earthquake had subsided, when the rescuers reached the ruins of a young woman’s house, they saw her dead body through the cracks. But her pose was somehow strange that she knelt on her knees like a person was worshiping; her body was leaning forward, and her two hands were supporting by an object. The collapsed house had crashed her back and her head.
With so many difficulties, the leader of the rescuer team put his hand through a narrow gap on the wall to reach the woman’s body. He was hoping that this woman could be still alive. However, the cold and stiff body told him that she had passed away for sure.
He and the rest of the team left this house and were going to search the next collapsed building. For some reasons, the team leader was driven by a compelling force to go back to the ruin house of the dead woman. Again, he knelt down and used his had through the narrow cracks to search the little space under the dead body. Suddenly, he screamed with excitement,” A child! There is a child! “
The whole team worked together; carefully they removed the piles of ruined objects around the dead woman. There was a 3 months old little boy wrapped in a flowery blanket under his mother’s dead body. Obviously, the woman had made an ultimate sacrifice for saving her son. When her house was falling, she used her body to make a cover to protect her son. The little boy was still sleeping peacefully when the team leader picked him up.
The medical doctor came quickly to exam the little boy. After he opened the blanket, he saw a cell phone inside the blanket. There was a text message on the screen. It said,” If you can survive, you must remember that I love you.” This cell phone was passing around from one hand to another. Every body that read the message wept. ” If you can survive, you must remember that I love you.” Such is the mother’s love for her child!!
Embracing Life
20110913 @ Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Acceptance is serenity embracing life*
pray that things were different pray that my prayers are answered
Labels: I Wrote This For You
The Sum Of Parts
20110912 @ Monday, September 12, 2011
The slightly above average intelligence part of the world exists to take advantage of the below average intelligence part of the world while the above average intelligence part of the world can only look on in despair.
You're here be help make the world more intelligent.
A Brother From Another Mother
Monday, September 12, 2011
Meet my brother from another mother. His name is Den, last name Ten. He is too comel to be Ben 10 okay?.
It was nice catching up with him after I left New Zealand, he's turned into a fine, young man.
He made me say that.
He's Korenese :) (Korean Japanese)
Trust me, he loves his watermelons and coconuts. He would marry you, if you gave him 1 each for his birthday.
I have no idea who this dude is, some friend of his XD
It's nice having him around.
I can't type much, because.... I'm too lazy.
Dear Den,
Can I keep you?
Sincerely,
Me.
You Never Know
Monday, September 12, 2011
When Tears Fall
20110911 @ Sunday, September 11, 2011
I was forced to cry, so that Rynn could take these pictures. Boedoh punya budak.
Labels: Photographic Evidence
Memories Of The Old Days
Sunday, September 11, 2011
This was the first Titanium shirt, we ever had :)
Alexis's drawing, was very the cacated.
Labels: Photographic Evidence
Optimism
20110910 @ Saturday, September 10, 2011
And you know what would hurt most? When someone dies unexpectedly. Heart attacks, car accidents and all that.
Part Of The World
Saturday, September 10, 2011
I have not yet sown it..
I read a lot of blogs, its like an addiction. Mostly the dark ones, which talk of love..unrequited love, love shared and lost, love losing its sheen
But this is not about those blogs, but is about the strange disconnect I feel when I read such blogs.Where people talk about that one bright star, that one person they loved and lost..its this disconnect which attracts me to such blogs I guess
And I am left thinking about myself.
When I close my eyes, there isn't that ONE face which comes to my mind, there is no one love which torments me day and night
Why isn't there a name which whispers in my ears..sweet nothings?
I feel little belittled, I feel envious of those people who have that fire in their hearts to love someone
And I feel the burden of not having loved enough to have a hole in the heart which does not heal...
Am I stoic? Hard heart-ed? Frivolous?
I have never had an intense longing in my heart for someone for a long time...
When I had, it was as intense as intense can be, but when I lost it..I never looked back
But I have loved, I have loved as love is meant to be..with every atom of my being
In each of you whom I love, I have loved myself even more fiercely
You, the ones I loved, are the testimony of all my notions of love
Maybe I have loved those frozen moments
And longed for those moments to keep appearing in my life, in succession like a chain of beginnings, with the same person, again and again
But beginnings end, and end happens
Sometimes I feel I could replace all my days and night, for that edgy heady feeling, which never lasts
But yes I have loved you, you who pulled me away from my mundane life..
You are that flicker of romance, I saw on beaches
And always imaged and wished for
And you fulfilled my prophecy
Of living a romance, as wild as ours
And you, who lifted me up and I was always aware of the lurking desire in you to pull me down
You were the deepest and darkest of my nightmares
you are all that torments me
you are all that takes it away
You, who was always telling me what I was,who tried deciphering me like an ancient scripture, things I never saw in myself, you saw
In you I saw the mystery that's me
A glimpse of it, scared I was
but I loved myself even more
I remember you too, for those small bouts of mirth and days laden with sweet talks
I can smell wine, when I see you from afar
The beauty of alcohol and inebriation
Is what you bring back to me
You were the one with whom I could drop my head and say, I dont want to be strong anymore
all that the world gives me
I offload it to you..you take away all of it
And I can see my pain dissipating in the air..
As my words fill you..and your lips touch mine
How could I forget you, who remembers me as his own ?
You were that painter who drew me in details
From arch of my heels to the mole on my finger
Sometimes I believe I existed more in your sketch and detailing of me
Than outside of it
Yes, I have loved
I have not loved to fill in the blanks of my life
I have loved cos you deserved it, and so did I
I too have lost myself for a while, broken and battered
I too have gone around the circles, but eventually I have found my center, within me
But how could I let any of you break me,
When I loved you with the very spirit thats me?
This spirit in me, which existed before you happened
And continues to live inside me?
I wonder if there is too much of life in my veins,
An overpowering tide
Which crushes and surpasses all of you and me too
Love is a curse, only if you let it be
I wake up with a wish to see new places, to read great books,
watch good movies and party hard
I tried being melancholic, to ascertain that I have been hurt and wronged
That I have loved and lost,
Thinking all these are the sure shot signs of being an elegant woman
But one Friday night and hopes of a rocking weekend takes its toll
And I am again wanting to be a part of the world
I am the world
Its time to live the moderates now
And the phoenix resurrects
The whole day I weave romance
The whole night I roam around like vagabond
My heart neither wants sympathy, nor a series of faithfulness
What Nobody Knows
20110908 @ Thursday, September 08, 2011
Nobody knows the real me. Nobody knows how many times I’ve sat in my room and cried, how many times I’ve lost hope, how many times I’ve been let down. Nobody knows how many times I’ve had to hold back the tears, how many times I’ve felt like I’m about to snap but don’t just for the sake of others. Nobody knows the thoughts that go through my head whenever I’m sad, how horrible they truly are. Nobody knows me, and thats what I hate the most.
Happy Birthday!
Thursday, September 08, 2011
I know there really is no point in me wishing you on your birthday, since you won't see it.
I know there's no point in me, trying to explain these things because you're no there to try to understand it.
Anyway, if not for you then I'm doing this for me.
Happy Birthday Nick! :)
I know I'm only blogging about this 6 days later, but I have legit reasons.
I've convinced myself that you're still around even though the painful memory of you still lingers, the fact that you're not here anymore. Why'd you go?
I remember those times when I would yell at you and ignore you because you did the most stupidest things. I can't do that anymore. although you have done THE MOST STUPIDEST THING IN YOUR ENTIRE LIFE.
We could have gotten through it, you know. You would have gotten better.
Yet you still chose not to. The thing that really got to all of us , meaning
You were the second most annoying 'brother' I have, even though the most annoying one is still that little brat walking around here somewhere.
Fact is, I still haven't accepted the fact your gone. Saying that on my blog is very risky. This whole post is risky, knowing that once it's posted, people will ask questions, and they will start treating me as if I'm depressed.
Is that a good or bad thing? I have no idea.
I'm going to go watch Titanium feature in some video. Then 'we've' got a photoshoot. So this post shall be continued. . . eventually.
"Never say goodbye, because saying goddbye means going away and going away means forgetting"
-NCY
A Person
20110907 @ Wednesday, September 07, 2011
All I Have Is What I Don't
Wednesday, September 07, 2011
dcapriciousme: Your Craziness is My Reality
Wednesday, September 07, 2011