swing life away

happier days

March 11, 2010 love, pictures Comments

Happy day today.

I got a test paper back and I didn’t do that badly for a day’s work.

Met my favourite person for dinner and some bimbo dessert ^_^

And

this makes my baby happy

this makes my baby happy

hehe midnight food

hehe midnight food, or late night. sama.

Love.

hurt..

March 10, 2010 quotes, thoughts Comments

You know how it seems as though the people you love are always the ones hurting you?

I think it’s because they’re the only ones you care about enough, that what they do really get to you.

Some people are as good as dead to me. And I mourn over this loss.

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When I was younger
I saw my daddy cry
And curse at the wind
He broke his own heart
And I watched as he tried to reassemble it
And my momma swore that
She would never let herself forget
And that was the day that I promised
I’d never sing of love
If it does not exist

Maybe I know, somewhere deep in my soul
That love never lasts
And we’ve got to find other ways
To make it alone
Or keep a straight face
And I’ve always lived like this
Keeping a comfortable, distance
And up until now
I had sworn to myself that I’m content with loneliness
Because none of it was ever worth the risk

I’ve got a tight grip on reality,
but I can’t let go of what’s in front of me here
I know you’re leaving in the morning when you wake up
Leave me with some kind of proof it’s not a dream

And I’m on my way to believing
Oh, and I’m on my way to believing

Sometimes people put up walls, not to keep people away. But to see who cares enough to tear those walls down.

Sometimes people prefer hiding behind their walls, and they don’t want others poking their nosy noses in.

Here’s a quote that I absolutely love. Because it’s so sweet, and also because Logan said it. (:

Get out of my house. You have a problem with Veronica you leave. Actually you have a problem with Veronica, you’re pretty much dead to me so just like evaporate or something, I don’t know… That’s kind of a general invitation. You don’t like my girlfriend then… just start heading towards the rectangle with the knob.

Don’t keep looking back cos you’ll just keep tripping over things right in front of you that you’ve missed.

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sentosa

March 8, 2010 love, pictures Comments

My body aches from the adventure I had titled “an evening at Sentosa”.

:( attraction was closed at 6. i went there at 7

:( attraction was closed at 6. i went there at 7

hehe sad

hehe sad

siloso (i think)

siloso (i think)

come sit with me ^_^

come sit with me ^_^

<3

<3

Why did the movie end with scenes from Tiana’s Palace?

Made it seem as if she got it all..not only “what (was) truly important”. (: But fairytales always end this way.

The prince’s name was Naveen. I attempted to write a fairytale a few years back, and my main character was Naveen too, except she was a girl. (: I remember she was a simple village girl living in a rural setting. And she loved the calm streams with their pure reflections cast by the faint moonlight deep in the nights. She was a darling. Pity I didn’t get to finish the story before I got tired of dreaming.

Just watched this video of Pranav Mistry presenting his ideas (for SixthSense) at a TED talk. It made me cry.

These days, bits and pieces of my memories have been coming back to me. I wish I’d taken psychology, because maybe then I’ll know what allowed them to break down the walls within which I had them confined. These memories of people I had loved and who had loved me. But these memories feel about as tangible as dreams.

I think I dreamt about my past last night. But it was an amalgamation of elements from my past, my present and my dreams.

Is forget the same as not remembering? I don’t remember (now) what my dream was, but I think it will look for me again. So it means that I didn’t forget, right?

The last 13 months have been full of ups and downs.

Two nights ago, I found myself standing at one of the inevitable crossroads of life. Should I take the route on the left and succumb to conventions, or should I take the path to the right in search of what I believe in? I could see the end of the road straight ahead. A short abrupt end which seemed to mock me “hahaha you’re WRONG!!”

Our dreams, what are they? What really matters to me the most isn’t what ought to matter to me the most, not according to the societal definition in practice. I want peace in my life, and to be with people I love. I want love to last and not to end when novelty wears off.

Here’s my take on Mignon McLaughlin’s quote.

A fulfilling and happy life involves falling in love many times, always with the people who matter in your life.

We will have our fights, our disagreements. And most of all, moments where we take our loved ones for granted. But at these moments of weaknesses, hold strong to happy memories. Like the yellowed pages of letters and love-notes we keep scattered around the room, or the seemingly-everlasting pictures we store in our hard drives. These are real, and they remind us of the love we forget oh-so-momentarily.

We stray and wander. We yell and cry. And we pray and wonder.

Love isn’t like a polaroid. It doesn’t fade inevitably.

I chose to take the right path, because I’m stubborn like that.