1. To be idle.
2. To lose myself in stupid things
3. To live in regret
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Words
Words are light weighted and too easily spun that most people think it is meaningless and cheap.
Then why does it have the power to make you cry, make you hurt, make you laugh, make you love? Why can it written or spoken make you despair, make you strengthen, make you want to live?
Why is it that words-printed, spoken or sung, so enchanting to me?
Then why does it have the power to make you cry, make you hurt, make you laugh, make you love? Why can it written or spoken make you despair, make you strengthen, make you want to live?
Why is it that words-printed, spoken or sung, so enchanting to me?
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
The last Valentine day of 2012
Spent dinner with great company. Sharing pizza and moscato and we eventually finished the bottle. A first for me... And i didnt get drunk or feel bad :) And luck was shining on me, telling me that 'all's good' though I don't see it yet.
I seriously don't know what my 27th year will bring but I am not writing off laughter, friendships and love? I'm not writing off hurt, pain, injuries, and death? Nothing in life is sure except death and taxes... But what is planned will include diving, travels, more books, cafe trips, roller blading, catch up with love ones and being happy :)
I seriously don't know what my 27th year will bring but I am not writing off laughter, friendships and love? I'm not writing off hurt, pain, injuries, and death? Nothing in life is sure except death and taxes... But what is planned will include diving, travels, more books, cafe trips, roller blading, catch up with love ones and being happy :)
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Random thoughts
Bubbles have a way of surfacing despite your best intention of pushing them down and covering them up. And when they do, they burst and become nothing?
I wish i could capture that moment today, when the headlight of a car cast a strong white light on the smoothly paved walkway, and how the large expense of walkway was highlighted by the multitude of small fallen yellow flowers. It was a harsh yet eye catching sight. And I wonder why sometimes people are attracted to such uncomfortable imageries.
Father Time what is it that you are teaching me? By whose yardstick do I measure you? Why do you appear in so many forms? What is your purpose in life?
Cupid, what is it that you are teaching me? Is it biology or chemistry or maybe you are the master painter, wielding a brush over my canvas. Do you sit down with Father Time over coffee and make small talk about me?
I am human. I am glad that I am only human, not a higher, or more nobel beast. Just human. Blood and tears, flesh and nail. And maybe when I die I can be assured that all my mistakes, sorrow and injustices are just a couple of specks of dust, so small they disappear into thin air.
Can't keep my thoughts flowing. Medicine kicked in. Peace. Out.
I wish i could capture that moment today, when the headlight of a car cast a strong white light on the smoothly paved walkway, and how the large expense of walkway was highlighted by the multitude of small fallen yellow flowers. It was a harsh yet eye catching sight. And I wonder why sometimes people are attracted to such uncomfortable imageries.
Father Time what is it that you are teaching me? By whose yardstick do I measure you? Why do you appear in so many forms? What is your purpose in life?
Cupid, what is it that you are teaching me? Is it biology or chemistry or maybe you are the master painter, wielding a brush over my canvas. Do you sit down with Father Time over coffee and make small talk about me?
I am human. I am glad that I am only human, not a higher, or more nobel beast. Just human. Blood and tears, flesh and nail. And maybe when I die I can be assured that all my mistakes, sorrow and injustices are just a couple of specks of dust, so small they disappear into thin air.
Can't keep my thoughts flowing. Medicine kicked in. Peace. Out.
Thank You for beauty
Walking home when lights have dimmed, something glittered among a tree. Maybe my eyes were tired and playing tricks on me, but no, they are shiny paper cut-outs hanging on that singular tree. And it was beautiful at that eleventh hour for me.
Walking home, crossing quietly filled parking lots, no engines roaring and no warm exhaust brewing.. The skies opened up to stars that my eyes looked their filled but still have more to see. And it was beautiful at that eleventh hour for me.
Walking home to my bed, had a nice warm shower, had a deep scrub, had a comfortable rub of my towel. I lay in bed and marvel at the comforts I have. And it was beautiful at that eleventh hour for me.
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No matter what I lack, I already lack less than others. And if it isn't meant to be mine, You have already provided more than I deserved. And if I require more, I shall ask and wait, for You will deliver. It is a matter of grace and faith.
Walking home, crossing quietly filled parking lots, no engines roaring and no warm exhaust brewing.. The skies opened up to stars that my eyes looked their filled but still have more to see. And it was beautiful at that eleventh hour for me.
Walking home to my bed, had a nice warm shower, had a deep scrub, had a comfortable rub of my towel. I lay in bed and marvel at the comforts I have. And it was beautiful at that eleventh hour for me.
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No matter what I lack, I already lack less than others. And if it isn't meant to be mine, You have already provided more than I deserved. And if I require more, I shall ask and wait, for You will deliver. It is a matter of grace and faith.
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