The irony of love

is loving the right person at the wrong time, having the wrong person when the time is right, and finding out that you love someone right after that person has walked out of your life. Sometimes you think you’re already over a person, but when you see them smile at you, you suddenly realize that you’re just pretending to be over them, just to ease the pain of knowing that they will never be yours again. For some, letting go is one way of expressing how much they love a person, but for others it’s holding on to that special feeling as long as possible before it fades away. Most relationships tend to fail not because of the absence of love, love is always present, it’s just that one was being loved too much and the other wasn’t being loved enough. We all know that the heart is the center of the body, but it beats on the left. maybe that’s the reason why the heart is not always right. Most often, we fall in love with the person we think we love only to discover that for them, we are just a pass time, while the one who truly loves us remains either a friend or a stranger. Let go when you are hurting too much. Give up when you or the other believes love isn’t enough, and move on when things are not like before. There is someone out there who will honestly love you, and only then will you know true love.

P/s. quoted this from someone’s blog with permission.

Don’t you think it is so true?

August 21, 2009. August 09. Leave a comment.

It is worth fighting for.

Because we all know very well for all these years we have been preparing hard for this last straw, and that everyone of us would want to see light at the end of the tunnel… am I right?

My dad once told me not to be envy of others but to let others be envy of you… if I just believe it, then I can do it.

My mum asked me how much does my pride worth… I couldn’t answer her.

My teachers were right… why hold on to the past when I can just let go and be happy…

Suspended from school for a month, right before the start of a major examination… people ask me why didn’t I cherish the chance to study in school…

So I asked myself that, still I couldn’t find the reason.. but one thing I’m sure, I will go on…

August 3, 2009. August 09. Leave a comment.

Girl, you shattered me.

One thing I always fail to understand. At first a sweet and caring girl would put her loving hands out and try to melt the heart of a guy that had forgotten what is love all about, then when she had succeeded, and when the guy had once again learnt how to love, she would turn away. It’s like a cycle, the guy’s heart would then freeze twice as much for the next girl to try unfreezing it… don’t the girls know that it is a fragile heart they are breaking?

Your personality is like the wind, your smile comes and go and sometimes you are totally like a stranger to me…

P/s. I am not referring to anyone right here, just something random I thought of…

June 14, 2009. June 09. Leave a comment.

I’m waiting still, to see the light…

As you grow to understand me less and less, you learn to love it more and more…

Life is either a daring adventure or nothing… I’m going to make mine a daring one, how about you? My mid-year exam results threw light on my laziness, my couldn’t-care-less attitude, my ability and my role as a student. Things I usually say to my mother when I flunked my papers, “I’m not cut out for studying”. Everywhere man blames fate, yet his fate is mostly but the echo of his own spirit and actions; his heart and thoughts…

May 25, 2009. May 09. Leave a comment.

Be silent, or say something better than silence.

…one more day & it’s the start of the infamous mid-year examinations already. I always thought that it wouldn’t be a problem racing with time. But I was wrong, so wrong… time and tide will wait for no man… I should’ve studied, I could’ve studied…

There are two things to aim at in life; first to get what you want, and after that to enjoy it…

May 2, 2009. May 09. Leave a comment.

A love poem I had wrote, dedicated to the girl deep in my heart.

Met Delon & Alvin for lunch together at pizza hut. Waited for him like half an hour or so. Was so bored therefore I thought of a poem.

I will send a rocket, bringing you with me up to space

just me and you living happily in the outer space

Even to the age that of the tortoise giving chase

trying to catch up to the hare that slept in the race

Kissed your face, and now I’m in love with the taste

Looking back

When I first saw your face

I bent down to tie my lace

As I was too shy, to see you face to face

I hasten my walking pace

hoping to see you at our usual place

Sometimes I see you, sometimes I don’t

All I know is, you are the reason for my craze…

April 23, 2009. April 09. Leave a comment.

Associating with a fool proves there are two.

Heartless is what you had made me into, don’t come trying again and asking me why is my blood so cold.

April 14, 2009. April 09. Leave a comment.

Cherish before they perish.

…went to pay respect to my grandparents today, I know they are now in heaven watching over me. I can see from my mother’s eyes that she really miss my grandma alot, she tried, but she didn’t manage to hold back her tears… When I saw the picture of my grandma, I suddenly thought of all the bad things that I’ve done before… not showing respect to my grandaunt, my parents… not at all bothered to study, not being able to restrain the slightest provocation & picking up bad habits like smoking… Ever since my grandparents passed away, I always thought that I had became more matured… but, I was wrong… I had failed to understand that we all will eventually die one day, and that everyone of us must overcome our fear for death… The present is a gift, live each day happily… cherish every single thing of yours, because the next thing you may know, it is no longer there anymore… don’t live to regret one day…

Girl, cherish me or I’ll be gone, I’ll be gone…

April 4, 2009. April 09. Leave a comment.

I fake a smile to satisfy you.

Fuck all that had taken my smile away.

If God wants you to perish, he will first make you crazy… And if I were to perish, I will bring you along with me…

April 1, 2009. April 09. Leave a comment.

So what if you are not handsome/pretty?

If we seeks perfection on how we look, then I feel that we should be ashamed of ourselves… What is the point of having a really nice wrapper when the meat wrapped in it is rotten? I suppose the real meaning of beauty can only be found in the hearts of those who don’t see appearance as an importance…

February 28, 2009. February 09. Leave a comment.

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