Friday, April 22, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
The caption given.
A photo taken by one of my dearest lecturers, whom just had his farewell party today.
Sir, you will be missed! I'm grateful for all your teachings! If there are lives you've changed, one of them is definitely mine! (=
Anyway, back to the picture, this one in particular; a girl and her phone.
The caption given:
Sir, you will be missed! I'm grateful for all your teachings! If there are lives you've changed, one of them is definitely mine! (=
PS: The speech you gave in class earlier today, I really want to be more than just student and lecturer, like you said, "...we can all be friends.." and YES SIR! A definite yes to that! It would be awesome to have you as my friend! A great pleasure indeed!
Anyway, back to the picture, this one in particular; a girl and her phone.
The caption given:
"Waaa, so happy, finally, my Prince Charming replied my sms"
Well, honestly, this is what I call a smile.
A smile which I've not seen for a long time.
Or have I ever seen.
Not in the mirror,
Not in pictures,
Not in myself.
But you. Yes. Y.O.U!
YOU taught her to smile again.
And by far one of the happiest smiles I've ever seen.
....a choice made, and the best one ever.
Happiness is definitely the best feeling ever.
Just bliss
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Pretentious.
She's not the girl who would burst out into tears and lean on your shoulder to get attention.
She's the kind of girl who will smile, pretend to be happy, and let a single tear drip down her cheek without saying anything, just so you don't have to worry about her being hurt.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Secret remains.
"What happened in the past that was painful has a great deal to do with what we are today, but revisiting this painful past can contribute little or nothing to what we need to do now . . ."
~ William Glasser
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Now.
That feeling when tears run down your cheeks.
The unexplainable happiness is the same reason for your unexplainable sadness.
.....and you are my unexplainable reason. ♥
Painting sorrows.
Only God will know how long I sat there.
Staring at the screen, with your name in that little white box,
just waiting for words to be filled.
Songs I saw,
Lyrics all read.
I wanted to reach you,
But it feels like hope,
Hope to more pain, more torment,
Something enough felt, and too sad to finally be able to say "I'm used to it."
I'm screaming inside.
If only you knew.
Just because my eyes deceive others.
My heart still feels the pain.
You say that nobody knows,
But you should know well that I'm that nobody.
Can requests be nullified?
I promised myself not to stab you anymore.
I promised myself to stop looking.
I promised myself to step on the fuel pedal to go.
The only thing I did not promise was to promise not to break those promises to myself.
The seawater shed is nothing compared to yours.
But I wish I could colour your sky again.
And be the wave to your sands and wash them all away.
Can this just be a break?
The space bar from ALT to ALT?
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Mirror's side.
Literally my mirror.
Two in fact.
I love both your everything.
Somehow that kid looking up at the both of you,
in awe, in amazement.
In all that's just awesome.
Every flaw, every imperfection, just happen to be there so perfectly.
"It's your imperfections that make you perfect."
Cranky, grumpy, miserable.
...it's your smile that makes me know that you need me.
...it's the truth in your eyes that tells me you'll never leave me.
...the touch of your hands let's me know that you'll catch me.
If mirrors are what you see yourself as inside the other side,
...it is when I'm on the verge of breaking down and it's you there to catch me.
...it's when everyone in the world labels me that you're there, not leaving my side.
...it's when I cry that I know you'll be there to make it all better; turn my frown around.
Depressed, emo, pessimist.
Often you tell your child that you're just telling her about the philosophies and it is a choice to listen or not.
It is the child who knows her daddy too well that overthinks, overestimate, overly try to understand.
It hurts to feel like you're being pushed away by your mirror,
like how magnets of the same poles bounce off each other.
But I will try.
I'm not perfect, but I keep trying
'Cause that's what I said I would do from the start
I'm not alive if I'm lonely, so please don't leave
Was it something I said or just my personality?
You now, my mirror, my life.
Two in fact.
I love both your everything.
Somehow that kid looking up at the both of you,
in awe, in amazement.
In all that's just awesome.
Every flaw, every imperfection, just happen to be there so perfectly.
"It's your imperfections that make you perfect."
Cranky, grumpy, miserable.
...it's your smile that makes me know that you need me.
...it's the truth in your eyes that tells me you'll never leave me.
...the touch of your hands let's me know that you'll catch me.
If mirrors are what you see yourself as inside the other side,
...it is when I'm on the verge of breaking down and it's you there to catch me.
...it's when everyone in the world labels me that you're there, not leaving my side.
...it's when I cry that I know you'll be there to make it all better; turn my frown around.
Depressed, emo, pessimist.
Often you tell your child that you're just telling her about the philosophies and it is a choice to listen or not.
It is the child who knows her daddy too well that overthinks, overestimate, overly try to understand.
It hurts to feel like you're being pushed away by your mirror,
like how magnets of the same poles bounce off each other.
But I will try.
I'm not perfect, but I keep trying
'Cause that's what I said I would do from the start
I'm not alive if I'm lonely, so please don't leave
Was it something I said or just my personality?
You now, my mirror, my life.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
My ifs and only one.
If only...
If only you knew what my heart is saying.
If only you knew what's going on in my head.
If only words could tell you all that there is.
If only my secrets could reveal themselves to you.
If only if and only didn't have to be together.
If only there was no if and you to be only.
If only......
If only you knew what my heart is saying.
If only you knew what's going on in my head.
If only words could tell you all that there is.
If only my secrets could reveal themselves to you.
If only if and only didn't have to be together.
If only there was no if and you to be only.
If only......
Monday, April 11, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Gleeful.
It's all about her her her her her
It's all about me me me me me
We don't give a dang dang dang dang dang
For nobody dy dy dy dy dy...
Well, this morning I was abruptly woken up by a call (which I'm actually thankful for). I usually would get cranky in such occasions as it is hard to sleep and when I do, I get an "early" alarm to wake me up. But, that's aside from it. I'm actually grateful to that call. It did wake me up and reminded me of my stomachache. However, it did made me aware of an important matter.
Yes. It was both horrifying and yet magnifying.
Horrid; in the sense that I saw the husband-hog eating one of the baby!
Magnifying; because I became a midwife (for awhile) and also saved the rest of the litter.
I was wonder what on earth Manson boy was eating. It went *crunch crunch crunch crunch crunch*
I went to have a look at them and to my horror, it was something RED and wet. Monroe girl was there also, witnessing it - or rather at that moment I thought they were snatching food or something. Then I realised that it was HER BABY!
Immediately seperating them, then I put mummy-hog into another container. But she seemed worried and tried to get out. Searching under the cloth inside and scratching the bottom of it. I knew she was looking for something (her babies)! I guess it's just motherly instinct that you know another mother's in distress/ worrying.
I let her back into the previous container, and "jailed" Manson. Monroe landed, and straight went hunting.
Initially she couldn't find them and starting crying/whimpering. I think she was calling for them. Thank GOD one of them responded. And I immediately spotted them!
She held on to one, afraid I was going to take the baby away. I scooped her out along with the baby in her mouth, as well as the other kid laying in the wet bed of bloody newspapers.
So this is them and mommy at the side.
One has darker skin tone (right side), I'm guessing whether it could be a S&P.
But anyways,
And for more pictures, you may click here.
(And I'll admit, it is poor parenting of me to put them two together. Well, I really couldn't tell if she had one too many meals or was just pregnant. And that caused her her baby. :'( Sorry Monroe baby! )
It's all about me me me me me
We don't give a dang dang dang dang dang
For nobody dy dy dy dy dy...
Well, this morning I was abruptly woken up by a call (which I'm actually thankful for). I usually would get cranky in such occasions as it is hard to sleep and when I do, I get an "early" alarm to wake me up. But, that's aside from it. I'm actually grateful to that call. It did wake me up and reminded me of my stomachache. However, it did made me aware of an important matter.
I heard screams!
Well actually squeaks. Or at least the sound hedgehogs make when they're crying or in distress.Yes. It was both horrifying and yet magnifying.
Horrid; in the sense that I saw the husband-hog eating one of the baby!
Magnifying; because I became a midwife (for awhile) and also saved the rest of the litter.
I was wonder what on earth Manson boy was eating. It went *crunch crunch crunch crunch crunch*
I went to have a look at them and to my horror, it was something RED and wet. Monroe girl was there also, witnessing it - or rather at that moment I thought they were snatching food or something. Then I realised that it was HER BABY!
Immediately seperating them, then I put mummy-hog into another container. But she seemed worried and tried to get out. Searching under the cloth inside and scratching the bottom of it. I knew she was looking for something (her babies)! I guess it's just motherly instinct that you know another mother's in distress/ worrying.
I let her back into the previous container, and "jailed" Manson. Monroe landed, and straight went hunting.
Initially she couldn't find them and starting crying/whimpering. I think she was calling for them. Thank GOD one of them responded. And I immediately spotted them!
She held on to one, afraid I was going to take the baby away. I scooped her out along with the baby in her mouth, as well as the other kid laying in the wet bed of bloody newspapers.
So this is them and mommy at the side.
One has darker skin tone (right side), I'm guessing whether it could be a S&P.
But anyways,
To my dear grandchildren,
H A P P Y B I R T H D A Y !
You're loved always; me!
And for more pictures, you may click here.
(And I'll admit, it is poor parenting of me to put them two together. Well, I really couldn't tell if she had one too many meals or was just pregnant. And that caused her her baby. :'( Sorry Monroe baby! )
Monday, April 4, 2011
Story of History.
Reviewed the past, and what went down.
I realised something.
You're actually nice.
And I went against myself when I put myself to block you out of my all.
I guess words can just make people go away.
Those words of yours, though not said.
But I read with it and felt the tone of it.
I knew you wanted out.
I knew you were in pain.
And I wasn't anywhere making it better.
So I decided to walk the plank.
If you know me, it's something that I dread and cannot do.
But I did. (for you if you must know.)
So you'd get your smile back.
I guess it worked.
But in truth. In order to do that, I made myself get so mad at you.
Mad to the point that I became pessimistic to everything around as well.
Like an inverted vision of my eyes and interpretation.
Somehow now, I read back my post. And how things that were misunderstood (that triggered the whole incident) shall not be revealed and repaired (then). But one day. One day it will be uncovered. But by then, you'd have already gotten back your happiness, your smile, your all.
I somehow guess that, that day is about to be ready. But I'll leave it to fate. I'll have to consider whether or not to post it because it's rather private and should only be for your eyes. Suddenly telling you would just be mean and could affect the current balance of everything you have.
I guess the only thing that can be done is to wait. Cos I'm ready.
I don't know if you are too.
I just don't want you to dive down into that same old pit again if it would just cause you all the pain and suffering. A rose isn't a rose if without its thorns. And that's what it is. That's what this is. That's what the problem with the mirror I see.
But I hope all's well for you. Honest to say, I don't know whether you still do read.
But, I hope for this you do. At least just this.
Cos now I'm relieved that everything's out in the open air.
Cheers! (=
Smile; and you know I am at you.
I realised something.
You're actually nice.
And I went against myself when I put myself to block you out of my all.
I guess words can just make people go away.
Those words of yours, though not said.
But I read with it and felt the tone of it.
I knew you wanted out.
I knew you were in pain.
And I wasn't anywhere making it better.
So I decided to walk the plank.
If you know me, it's something that I dread and cannot do.
But I did. (for you if you must know.)
So you'd get your smile back.
I guess it worked.
But in truth. In order to do that, I made myself get so mad at you.
Mad to the point that I became pessimistic to everything around as well.
Like an inverted vision of my eyes and interpretation.
Somehow now, I read back my post. And how things that were misunderstood (that triggered the whole incident) shall not be revealed and repaired (then). But one day. One day it will be uncovered. But by then, you'd have already gotten back your happiness, your smile, your all.
I somehow guess that, that day is about to be ready. But I'll leave it to fate. I'll have to consider whether or not to post it because it's rather private and should only be for your eyes. Suddenly telling you would just be mean and could affect the current balance of everything you have.
I guess the only thing that can be done is to wait. Cos I'm ready.
I don't know if you are too.
I just don't want you to dive down into that same old pit again if it would just cause you all the pain and suffering. A rose isn't a rose if without its thorns. And that's what it is. That's what this is. That's what the problem with the mirror I see.
But I hope all's well for you. Honest to say, I don't know whether you still do read.
But, I hope for this you do. At least just this.
Cos now I'm relieved that everything's out in the open air.
Cheers! (=
Smile; and you know I am at you.
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