Pretty faces I can see everywhere.
Kinds girls are behind every other door.
Musical talent is given by God to the masses.
And humor lies in even the world's best bore,
So I wonder, when out of all those I could choose from,
Why did my heart choose you?

I thought I would always be wild and uncontrollable
And that no one woman could never be enough for me
But your heart spoke to my heart,
And soothed its deepest doubts,
To others, you might be a plain Jane.
But you were the most special to me.

Somehow I felt we had a special connection that surpasses all facades
We spoke on the same wavelength, laughed at each other's sarcastic remarks,
We saw things the same way, and we could tell each other our deepest secrets,
I thought although we came from different backgrounds,
We could have the same future,
Coz our hearts are the same.
Was I that wrong?

But, I'd rather lose you now than never have you at all.

My heart aches for you.
But it calls out in futility.

To leave behind the most beautiful treasure you've found, it's a tragedy. I'd rather die.

You played me for a fool. I played my part.
Wanted to have your cake and eat it.
I told you, I'll only give this much to her, You could be her.
I don't want to play your games anymore.

Although it's damaged,
It can be fixed, if you want it to be,
I'm not coming all the way for you anymore
You need to show me how much your own happiness means to you.
I still have faith in us, I still believe in you, I still cherish who you are.
I'll be where I am.
You say jump, I say 'how high'?

The eternal chasm of love and hate.

I could have had anyone, but I chose you.

How can I forget her?
When everytime I see a piano, I'm reminded of her.
Whenever a classical tune plays, she's on my mind.
When I laugh, I'm reminded of hers.
While I drive my car, I'm thinking of her.
She's on my mind, constantly.
The last thing I think of before I sleep
And first to enter my thoughts when I wake up,
Yet she doesn't love me the way I want
She plays a little too hard to get,
And she plays these mind games on me everytime.
Yet I fall for her every trap,
and I hate myself for it.
But she's my only wish,
My only chance of happiness.

I'd love you even without the games.

Just be mine.

This piece is something I wrote 2 years ago in 2007. Sometimes I keep posts as drafts because I don't like to post them up straightaway. Hope you like it.

Old age and death, it comes upon all of us, it's so far proved too formidable an enemy for modern science. Imagine this, you are 75 years old and you have just been diagnosed with a debilitating disease and you get weaker and weaker each day. You will die soon. The doctors have told you that you will no longer be able to walk anyday now. You're still in shock over the news. One night you attend a wedding of a grandchild and you ask your wife, your faithful companion for the past 50 years, for one final dance.

One Final Dance
The band starts playing that same waltz,
The one that we've heard a million times before
The one helped me sweep you off your feet
More times than once; but henceforth no longer
Because it is my final promenade with you

Tomorrow the demons that come are cruel
They come to collect from age what's due
To replace my final steps with frail immobility
Tomorrow I dance no longer with you

I chide myself, and move along,
Out of step and beat, my hearing gone,
Pride no longer holds me still, nor people's stares
For it's not a dance with them that I'll forbear
If tonight I don't dance with you

And though it seems more like a hobble than a shuffle
You always danced better than I did
But for now, let me savour these moments
Not the song, or the band,
But I dance to the beat of your heart,
The rhythm of your laugh,
And so, beat by beat,
Cheek to cheek,
This much I'll do
My final dance with you

I think you meet a lot of different people in this world. There are those who use people and discard them after their usefulness has run out. There are those people who have been treated badly in life and so treat people just as badly. There are people who manipulate others just to get what they want.

Somehow, it's really sad that there are people like this in the world.
It may seem funny but I think that there is a period in everyone's life where they are 'ripe' for the plucking. And if they aren't plucked, they become spoilt for the rest of their lives.
For me, that's really sad. = (

how can i show you i'm not just another admirer?

i don't want to stand in line and take a number.

if i'm not special to you, i'll jump out of queue.

sometimes i feel that i have so little to give you.

but yet i know there's something in me worth giving that will make u happy.

my feeelings haven't changed at all.

For some reason, I'm thinking of my grandma. I miss her.

Smile. =)

You're not someone I can just let go and forget.

The heart of a lover, the soul of a poet.

Hard times always makes us the most creative, that's life.

We need to express emotion.

No drama this time.

I'd just like to tell you I'm sorry for the past week. It's been hard for me, and because of that I made it hard for you too. I'm sorry. I hope you won't regret knowing me. I hope we can move on from this and keep growing stronger in our friendship. You mean a lot to me. I'll listen to you if you have anything to say.

Thanks for being you. =)

I'm still worried about your bruised legs. I wish I could carry you away and out from here.

You'll Never Find (I'm thinking of the Michael Buble version)

You'll never find, as long as you live
Someone who loves you tender like I do
You'll never find, no matter where you search
Someone who cares about you the way I do

Whoa, I'm not braggin' on myself, baby
But I'm the one who loves you
And there's no one else, no-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh one else

You'll never find, it'll take the end of all time
Someone to understand you like I do
You'll never find the rhythm, the rhyme
All the magic we shared, just us two

Whoa, I'm not tryin' to make you stay, baby
But I know some how, some day, some way
You are (you're gonna miss my lovin')
You're gonna miss my lovin' (you're gonna miss my lovin')
You're gonna miss my lovin' (you're gonna miss my lovin')
You're gonna miss, you're gonna miss my lo-o-ove

Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh (you're gonna miss my lovin')
Late in the midnight hour, baby (you're gonna miss my lovin')
When it's cold outside (you're gonna miss my lovin')
You're gonna miss, you're gonna miss my lo-o-ove

You'll never find another love like mine
Someone who needs you like I do
You'll never see what you've found in me
You'll keep searching and searching your whole life through
Whoa, I don't wish you no bad luck, baby
But there's no ifs and buts or maybes

You're gonna, You're gonna miss (miss my lovin')
You're gonna miss my lovin' (you're gonna miss my lovin')
I know you're gonna my lovin' (you're gonna miss my lovin')
You're gonna miss, you're gonna miss my lo-o-ove

Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh (you're gonna miss my lovin')
Late in the midnight hour, baby (you're gonna miss my lovin')
When it gets real cold outside (you're gonna miss my lovin')
I know, I know that you are gonna miss my lo-o-ove

Let me tell you that you're gonna miss my lovin'
Yes you will, baby (you're gonna miss my lovin')
When I'm long gone
I know, I know, I know that you are gonna miss

Maybe I'm just deluding myself.

I want to help you escape, as I think you wanted to as well, but now I don't know anymore.

I'm undecided. But whatever happens, I'll never forget you.

Damn all this drama.

I'm too much like you.

Sharing is caring.

The music was bad,
But i wish you were here anyway to hear it

I hate being pathetic like this.

What does it mean to be a man?
To smoke, to drink, to gamble, not think.

What does it mean to be a man?
To argue, to fight, to come home late each night.

What does it mean to be a man?
To play his games, climb the ladder tall, to shift the blame, let others fall.

What does it mean to be a man?
To hunt the girls so all can see, how big a dick he is metaphorically.

What does it mean to be a man?
To love his woman, to work each day, to live his life the best he may.
To put others first, to friends be free, to share his life, giving cheerfully.
To be truthful and honest, to be himself, whether that leads him to poverty or wealth.
To provide his kids, and be there too, to build them up, great deeds they'll do.
To fight for right and peace and truth, to protect the weak, the sad, and uncouth.

I wonder if we know what men are today and what men were designed to be.

It's easier to be the former. It takes a real man to be the latter.

Coz you mean the world to me.

I want I want I want.
Who says I'm not greedy. I want a lot of things. =)

3 weeks will come by quickly, and pass by us even faster.
I guess we just have to enjoy it while it last.

A friend told me today that "Mercy is not getting what we deserve and Grace is getting what we don't deserve".

I like that. =)

Looking for a job can be.. disheartening.

But I have peace. Thank you God =)

The sunshine dimmed today.
Who knows what tomorrow will bring?

You said you like flowers, maybe you just like weeds.