I've decided to lay off blogging for a while until assignments have been submitted, oral rpesentations have been delivered and the trials have passed.
I was lying in bed at 1am in the morning, unable to get to sleep and being the weird compulsive thinker that I am, started reflecting about that feeling. You know, that feeling. I couldn't think of a term that quite described that; and the words queezy, umph, and errrgh didn't even come close. In fact, they're not real words at all. Magical yet exquisitely simple is the best my mind can describe it. They're the simple things in life we forget.
I'll write about them later on; but until my next entry, I'll leave you guys to do the contemplating.
that feeling...
* stacking it... hard
* breaking up
* knowing you can never have the guy/girl you secretly want
* getting out of the shower and it's freezing cold
* having rain drench your just blowdried or straightened hair
* regrets
* stuck in an awkwardly boring conversation, but don't have the guts to get going because you feel rude
* people who push in front of you
* coming to terms with how undeniably wrong you are after being so sure of youself
* being lost
* a stain on your white shirt at the beginning of the day
* annoying jingles that get stuck in your head
* not being able to fall asleep
* finding the tissue box empty just when you need one most
* your pen running out in the middle of an exam
* Mondays
* when you've eaten too much
* bad hair days
* being alone in the dark
* finding out someone bitched about you behind your back, but nice to your face
* seeing tragedies unfold on the TV screen and feeling so helpless
* forgetting what you were just about to say
* wishing you were five years old again, a bandaid had the power to fix anything
* knowing that things will NEVER be the same between you and her/him
that feeling...
* a new relationship
* knowing he likes you, and you like him - but are too afraid to admit it
* knowing all the words to a song - accurately
* a new outfit
* a NICE, new haircut
* new shoes
* hearing your favourite song on the radio
* getting off the phone with someone and wishing you could talk forever
* the smile of a stranger
* finding money on the floor
* a DAMN GOOD bra
* fitting into a size 6 when you're usually a size 8, or size 10 when you're usually a 12, etc..
* free stuff... you love it !
* a clearance sale (there's a little bit of cheap-ass in all of us ! )
* a cool breeze on a hot summers day
* a pretty sunset
* that butterfly feeling when you're in the arms of someone special
* compliments
* the sound autumn leaves make when you trod on them
* a good laugh
* using a BIG word in a sentence and sounding smart
* when people ask for YOUR advice
* solving that stupid maths question you've spent an hour trying to solve
* a good book
* when the 'popular person' knows your name (admit it ! )
* acing a test you barely studied for
* when you arrive at the bus stop seconds before it arrives, or arriving at the platform seconds before the train arrives
* looking back at old photos and wondering " WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING ?! "
Wednesday, 24 August 2005
Thursday, 18 August 2005
Looks VS Personality
Yin & Yang. You can't experience the good without knowing what they bad feels like. Without pain we would fail to completely comprehend the bliss of being glad; purely because we've got nothing to compare it against. If shades of 'happy' were the only the way our emotions functioned we wouldn't be as grateful.
It's like saying that everything will be okay when two hijacked planes collided into the twin towers. That everyone will come out safe and sound and tomorrow will carry on as usual. But it's not. The suffering of those unfortunate victims brought the public together. The act of salvaging the hurt under vast amounts of rubble required the will of those who were fortunate enough not to be inside those buildings or passengers of that plane. Why it takes such a tragedy to bring the rest of the world closer together, I don't know. I guess it's one of the first questions I'll ask God when I get there. But for the time being there's no use pondering the answer to a question that doesn't exist on earth. In my opinion, maybe the events of September 11 has taught the rest of the world to get our act together. Not to wait for a catastrophe before we lend a helping hand to a stranger. It's a shame that hundreds have to die before we listen.
I don't ignore the bad in the world. But that shouldn't be an excuse to exclude the good either. A handful of people may disagree with some, or perhaps everything I write in my blogs. But that goes without saying I'm not trying to please every reader either. It's the people who compliment my writing and beg for more that keep me bothered to write. I write for them. I'm not trying to brainwash anyone into believing the world is a squeaky clean haven or if you think like me you'll be a better person.
I'm not aiming at being unrealistic, but we can all dream can't we? Dream that there is a good looking someone out there with a bonus personality. Realistically speaking, some people marry for looks, some people marry for money, some people marry for the happiness of marrying a good looking rich person. Realistically speaking, looks and money only go so far. Realistically speaking, personality only goes so far as well.
Looks. If that's all it takes to make you happy, then go ahead, marry the guy! We'd rather you be happy with the good looking guy than miserable with the good hearted guy. And that's reality.
But I tend to write for one audience in particular. The people who go for someone with persona. Someone who'll argue back, someone who'll ask questions, someone who captivates us through with their insights alone.
You're only blessed with looks. In saying so I don't include plastic surgery. We don't have the luxury of opting to be good, average or bad looking when we're born. But to an extent, everyone has the personal willpower to eliminate bad attitudes and enhance the good.
No doubt, looks capture attention, but only a nice personality wins the heart and mind. You can't purchase finest quality packet's of 'personality' over the counter and apply combinations of traits on your face like make up every morning. A layer of humour to conceal any bad qualities lurking inside and some friendliness over the cheeks, topped off with some gloss finished morals for added shine. If only it was that easy. The soul is something worked upon, over years of living and experiences, overcoming them and using those mistakes to your advantage.
Nothing lasts forever. Everything fades with time. Looks more so than personality, but yes, they both deteriorate. But we're only around for a certain amount of time so we might as well make the most of it. Just like looks, everyone's personality is different. If looks are enough to keep you occupied in your lifetime, do yourself a favour and go for that sleek, well groomed stylish hunka-man . If personality is enough to keep you enthralled until you pass then go for the spiderman geek who no matter how hard you try can't seem to resist.
Ultimately, we're ALL just seeking satisfaction, and satisfaction comes in a multitude of shapes, sizes and colours. There's no exact definition and satisfaction varies with the person.
As I say: "Whatever crumbles YOUR cookie; because in the end YOU'RE the one who's going to end up eating it" Finely Ground or Super Chunky?
It's like saying that everything will be okay when two hijacked planes collided into the twin towers. That everyone will come out safe and sound and tomorrow will carry on as usual. But it's not. The suffering of those unfortunate victims brought the public together. The act of salvaging the hurt under vast amounts of rubble required the will of those who were fortunate enough not to be inside those buildings or passengers of that plane. Why it takes such a tragedy to bring the rest of the world closer together, I don't know. I guess it's one of the first questions I'll ask God when I get there. But for the time being there's no use pondering the answer to a question that doesn't exist on earth. In my opinion, maybe the events of September 11 has taught the rest of the world to get our act together. Not to wait for a catastrophe before we lend a helping hand to a stranger. It's a shame that hundreds have to die before we listen.
I don't ignore the bad in the world. But that shouldn't be an excuse to exclude the good either. A handful of people may disagree with some, or perhaps everything I write in my blogs. But that goes without saying I'm not trying to please every reader either. It's the people who compliment my writing and beg for more that keep me bothered to write. I write for them. I'm not trying to brainwash anyone into believing the world is a squeaky clean haven or if you think like me you'll be a better person.
I'm not aiming at being unrealistic, but we can all dream can't we? Dream that there is a good looking someone out there with a bonus personality. Realistically speaking, some people marry for looks, some people marry for money, some people marry for the happiness of marrying a good looking rich person. Realistically speaking, looks and money only go so far. Realistically speaking, personality only goes so far as well.
Looks. If that's all it takes to make you happy, then go ahead, marry the guy! We'd rather you be happy with the good looking guy than miserable with the good hearted guy. And that's reality.
But I tend to write for one audience in particular. The people who go for someone with persona. Someone who'll argue back, someone who'll ask questions, someone who captivates us through with their insights alone.
You're only blessed with looks. In saying so I don't include plastic surgery. We don't have the luxury of opting to be good, average or bad looking when we're born. But to an extent, everyone has the personal willpower to eliminate bad attitudes and enhance the good.
No doubt, looks capture attention, but only a nice personality wins the heart and mind. You can't purchase finest quality packet's of 'personality' over the counter and apply combinations of traits on your face like make up every morning. A layer of humour to conceal any bad qualities lurking inside and some friendliness over the cheeks, topped off with some gloss finished morals for added shine. If only it was that easy. The soul is something worked upon, over years of living and experiences, overcoming them and using those mistakes to your advantage.
Nothing lasts forever. Everything fades with time. Looks more so than personality, but yes, they both deteriorate. But we're only around for a certain amount of time so we might as well make the most of it. Just like looks, everyone's personality is different. If looks are enough to keep you occupied in your lifetime, do yourself a favour and go for that sleek, well groomed stylish hunka-man . If personality is enough to keep you enthralled until you pass then go for the spiderman geek who no matter how hard you try can't seem to resist.
Ultimately, we're ALL just seeking satisfaction, and satisfaction comes in a multitude of shapes, sizes and colours. There's no exact definition and satisfaction varies with the person.
As I say: "Whatever crumbles YOUR cookie; because in the end YOU'RE the one who's going to end up eating it" Finely Ground or Super Chunky?
Monday, 15 August 2005
Road Trip
To all my friends: the next door neighbours, residents of far away lands, and even the folks across the seven seas - this goes out to you...
In some aspects, I know my best friends more so than they do themselves. I go through what they go through - emotionally. Our bond causes me to feel down when they're upset and over the moon when they're great.
I don't try to be interested, I don't pretend to care, I don't force myself into stealing a taste of their plateful of surging emotions; it's all habitual.
When they're in like/lust/love I sense in their tone, feel through their words and see through their smile - the joys of liking/lusting/loving someone. They're things I experience second hand, but are devoured together.
Likewise, when they're hearbroken we indulge ourselves into non-stop bitching sessions; like sharing a box of chocolates after a hard day. When they're hurt it's like I myself went through the same situation.
That's what friendship does to you. With a best friend, it's like living a double life. We learn from their mistakes, and they learn from ours. We give advice based upon, if given the chance, we were to wear their shoes the following day.
It's like having our petrol price halved as the two of us set for the commonly undertaken road trip to self discovery. Where we'll end up no one knows. We find we've got company. Someone to take over when we're losing sense of direction. Someone to shove reality in our faces when pondering the impossible, those misleading detours. Someone to state the obvious when our tendancy to think too hard causes us to scamper right past the signs. Someone whose conversation is music to our ears when the damn radio has broken down. They're our jumpstart when we're all and ready to surrender to the forces of dead ends. They nag us into chucking a U'ie (U-turn) and take an alternative route. At the end of the day, all is done together.
For some people modes of transportation for this trip is a fast, sophisticated two seated convertible, where two is company and three is a crowd. For others it's a steady paced double decker bus where more is definitely merrier.
We're all in the same race, or should I say, we're all driving on the same road; driven towards finding love, finding truth, finding ourselves, finding the meaning of life. Make the most of it.
In some aspects, I know my best friends more so than they do themselves. I go through what they go through - emotionally. Our bond causes me to feel down when they're upset and over the moon when they're great.
I don't try to be interested, I don't pretend to care, I don't force myself into stealing a taste of their plateful of surging emotions; it's all habitual.
When they're in like/lust/love I sense in their tone, feel through their words and see through their smile - the joys of liking/lusting/loving someone. They're things I experience second hand, but are devoured together.
Likewise, when they're hearbroken we indulge ourselves into non-stop bitching sessions; like sharing a box of chocolates after a hard day. When they're hurt it's like I myself went through the same situation.
That's what friendship does to you. With a best friend, it's like living a double life. We learn from their mistakes, and they learn from ours. We give advice based upon, if given the chance, we were to wear their shoes the following day.
It's like having our petrol price halved as the two of us set for the commonly undertaken road trip to self discovery. Where we'll end up no one knows. We find we've got company. Someone to take over when we're losing sense of direction. Someone to shove reality in our faces when pondering the impossible, those misleading detours. Someone to state the obvious when our tendancy to think too hard causes us to scamper right past the signs. Someone whose conversation is music to our ears when the damn radio has broken down. They're our jumpstart when we're all and ready to surrender to the forces of dead ends. They nag us into chucking a U'ie (U-turn) and take an alternative route. At the end of the day, all is done together.
For some people modes of transportation for this trip is a fast, sophisticated two seated convertible, where two is company and three is a crowd. For others it's a steady paced double decker bus where more is definitely merrier.
We're all in the same race, or should I say, we're all driving on the same road; driven towards finding love, finding truth, finding ourselves, finding the meaning of life. Make the most of it.
Sunday, 7 August 2005
Spend Time, Not Money
SAME lies DIFFERENT guys. That's my love life compacted into one nifty little sentence.
The words are there alright, but they're said carelessly with a sense of detachment. We can feel it in you're voice. We can see it through your actions.
Don't say you only want to treat us right when you can't even find the time to call and check if we're okay. Don't say you only want to treat us right if you're all and willing for hugs and kisses, but when it comes to talking it's like our words go in one ear and out the other. Don't say you only want to treat us right if coming to see us feels like a tiresome trip to the moon and back, only made worthwhile if you've scored a trip downstairs. Don't say you only want to treat us right if we're objects to keep you occupied and help pass the time. Don't say you'll treat us better than the other guys when you speak the same words, and fail to prove it; just like the rest of them. But..
We're sorry if for the first time in our lives, someone genuine has come along. We're sorry if that person has to be you. We're sorry if your words fail to sink in because they're clouded with memories, the hurt of past lovers. We're sorry that you have to suffer, trying harder than all the rest to get to win our hearts.
It's not that we don't want to believe you, it's the fear of being made the fool once again. It's like continuously falling for the same practical joke. Eventually, the joke has been drained of the humour it once carried. Eventually, we're just plain sick of hearing it.
When we move on, we take our problems with us; not leave them behind.
It's up to that ONE guy to clear the mess the ones before him left behind. Of course, no one is forcing you to do it. It's a volunatary thing. It's rising to the challenge and distinguishing yourself worthy of her heart. Ultimately, if she means THAT much to you it wouldn't be an issue.
It takes time, not expensive gifts, not hollow phrases. She may not know what she wants, but she knows what she doesn't want. Surprise her. Spend TIME, not money. The BEST things in life are FREE.
If I Were You - Tamia
I look in the mirror, with you in my arms
And I see a reflection
Of a smile that says you believe in love
And just for a moment, I drifted away
But I couldn't stay coz
A hint of love, a bit of fear
I'm tryin' to say
If I were you, I wouldn't be here
If I were you I would stay right where you are
I wouldn't come near this broken heart
Just turn around and leave here
And find someone who won't hurt you
Make sure that she still believes in love
Coz I think my heart has given up
If I were you, I wouldn't be here
I'm tryin' to protect you
From the lies that your heart tells
Even though it says that you love me
All I see is pain and misery
Seasons may change
But I can't forget the days of old
My heart ached when you walked away
I said I'd never love again
If I were you, I wouldn't be here
If I were you I would stay right where you are
I wouldn't come near this broken heart
Just turn around and leave here
And find someone who won't hurt you
Make sure that she still believes in love
Coz I think my heart has given up
If I were you, I wouldn't be here
The days go by
And I feel that you could make me happy
Time goes on
And I feel that love is at my door
And though I tell myself that you're the one
Who said those words before
Thought it hurts too much
I can't trust in love
Again
The words are there alright, but they're said carelessly with a sense of detachment. We can feel it in you're voice. We can see it through your actions.
Don't say you only want to treat us right when you can't even find the time to call and check if we're okay. Don't say you only want to treat us right if you're all and willing for hugs and kisses, but when it comes to talking it's like our words go in one ear and out the other. Don't say you only want to treat us right if coming to see us feels like a tiresome trip to the moon and back, only made worthwhile if you've scored a trip downstairs. Don't say you only want to treat us right if we're objects to keep you occupied and help pass the time. Don't say you'll treat us better than the other guys when you speak the same words, and fail to prove it; just like the rest of them. But..
We're sorry if for the first time in our lives, someone genuine has come along. We're sorry if that person has to be you. We're sorry if your words fail to sink in because they're clouded with memories, the hurt of past lovers. We're sorry that you have to suffer, trying harder than all the rest to get to win our hearts.
It's not that we don't want to believe you, it's the fear of being made the fool once again. It's like continuously falling for the same practical joke. Eventually, the joke has been drained of the humour it once carried. Eventually, we're just plain sick of hearing it.
When we move on, we take our problems with us; not leave them behind.
It's up to that ONE guy to clear the mess the ones before him left behind. Of course, no one is forcing you to do it. It's a volunatary thing. It's rising to the challenge and distinguishing yourself worthy of her heart. Ultimately, if she means THAT much to you it wouldn't be an issue.
It takes time, not expensive gifts, not hollow phrases. She may not know what she wants, but she knows what she doesn't want. Surprise her. Spend TIME, not money. The BEST things in life are FREE.
If I Were You - Tamia
I look in the mirror, with you in my arms
And I see a reflection
Of a smile that says you believe in love
And just for a moment, I drifted away
But I couldn't stay coz
A hint of love, a bit of fear
I'm tryin' to say
If I were you, I wouldn't be here
If I were you I would stay right where you are
I wouldn't come near this broken heart
Just turn around and leave here
And find someone who won't hurt you
Make sure that she still believes in love
Coz I think my heart has given up
If I were you, I wouldn't be here
I'm tryin' to protect you
From the lies that your heart tells
Even though it says that you love me
All I see is pain and misery
Seasons may change
But I can't forget the days of old
My heart ached when you walked away
I said I'd never love again
If I were you, I wouldn't be here
If I were you I would stay right where you are
I wouldn't come near this broken heart
Just turn around and leave here
And find someone who won't hurt you
Make sure that she still believes in love
Coz I think my heart has given up
If I were you, I wouldn't be here
The days go by
And I feel that you could make me happy
Time goes on
And I feel that love is at my door
And though I tell myself that you're the one
Who said those words before
Thought it hurts too much
I can't trust in love
Again
Friday, 29 July 2005
1-2-3-Happily-Ever-After
You can learn a lot about a man simply by looking at the woman he is with. If his partner is a genuine woman who carries her dignity with as much ease as she does self respect - he is a gentleman who shudders at the idea of wasting time with a skank who has been around the world; and by that I mean population wise. If he is dating a materialistic, superficial, moral- free girl whose colloquial language is obscene - in his eyes she's just another a fashion accessory; and with all fashion trends its only time until the next one comes along. These type of men go for girls with 'SEX' stamped across their forehead. Why? Because in the duration of time it takes to make a good girl fall for them, they could have slept with ten other whores. It provides some sort of compensation for the absence of that ONE GIRL who, suprisingly, would actually like you for who you are. NOT because of your dick, your presents, your car or your money.
Time. A simple concept, yes? There's seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks and so on. But that's just the tip of the iceberg. And like all icebergs 90% of this theory lies buried beneath the surface. Imagine spending this time with someone who made it worth living. Imagine if their absence made your heart grow fonder. These empty hopes have the potential of a becoming tangible reality if we'd only take the time. The time to grow to know someone so much to the point that their yours, and the patience of knowing that there's a reason to why this process isn't called 1-2-3-HAPPILY-EVER-AFTER. It's trials and tribulations, deep conversations and petty arguments.
It's not always rainbows and butterflies its compromise - Maroon5
Unfortunately there's some people out there who have found themselves caught in the crushing tides of a fast moving current that makes the world go round. We'd rather settle for the instant 3 minute girlfriend than wait a while longer for a decent one.
Being in a relationship with someone and NOT realising their worth is like visiting The Seven Wonders of the World with your eyes closed. Unaware of the beauty that lives just for you.
Time. A simple concept, yes? There's seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks and so on. But that's just the tip of the iceberg. And like all icebergs 90% of this theory lies buried beneath the surface. Imagine spending this time with someone who made it worth living. Imagine if their absence made your heart grow fonder. These empty hopes have the potential of a becoming tangible reality if we'd only take the time. The time to grow to know someone so much to the point that their yours, and the patience of knowing that there's a reason to why this process isn't called 1-2-3-HAPPILY-EVER-AFTER. It's trials and tribulations, deep conversations and petty arguments.
It's not always rainbows and butterflies its compromise - Maroon5
Unfortunately there's some people out there who have found themselves caught in the crushing tides of a fast moving current that makes the world go round. We'd rather settle for the instant 3 minute girlfriend than wait a while longer for a decent one.
Being in a relationship with someone and NOT realising their worth is like visiting The Seven Wonders of the World with your eyes closed. Unaware of the beauty that lives just for you.
Friday, 22 July 2005
WANT is to LIKE as NEED is to LOVE
Relationships begin nonetheless the same - you fall for each other; it's the endings that vary. If love is a book, I've barely past the first chapter. And when I'm almost done, the book closes, and I find myself starting all over again... and again... and again...
I'd like to take this moment to express my hate for winter. Thankyou for making me fully sick bro.
To Kill a Mockingbird. Two words - literal enlightenment.
The song that's really tickling my fancy like a raging sex machine: LapDance by N.E.R.D.
Thanks to Christine (or as I like to call her: Een-Steen) who got my mind thinking. The grass is always greener on the other side; but it's just as hard to cut. The seaweed is always greener in somebody elses lake. Life is always better in somebody elses skin; or so it seems.
Our tendancy of being envious of one other is constant. It's as if the 'envy button' was turned on at birth and doesn't switch off till the day we die. And in those few seconds before our death do we become suddenly appreciative of everything that's passed.
We're so busy wishing for their happiness, their fortune, their confidence... their life, that we fail to count our own blessings. So what if she's pretty, smart, witty and goes about the day in high spirits? Who's to say she doesn't come from a broken family torn down by adultery and financial strife? Who's to say she doesn't cry herself to sleep wishing she was never born.
We never know a person until we've magically stepped into their shoes and walked in them for the duration that they've lived. This, of course is sheerly impossible. The most we can do is learn to accept each other, and know that there is ALWAYS more than meets the eye. We must understand that all our actions stem from a past experience. A past experience that influences our future decisions for the rest of our life.
Why is he so willingly open in relationships, so passionate about things from A to Z, so fearless in taking risks, so down to earth? Because experience has taught him that life is short and to cherish every passing moment. Why is she so reserved, so cautious, so cold and barely unapproachable? Because a particular incident or series of misfortunes have left her scared of trusting others, scared of loving someone, scared of the unfamiliar. Why does he care so much for materialistic things? Because during his childhood years he was bullied endlessly for being less fortunate than those who mocked him. Why does she strive to become successful? Because she watched someone she looked up to reduce to nothing. Why is she against drugs? Because the drugs caused her father to become a man she no longer knew.
I'd like to take this moment to express my hate for winter. Thankyou for making me fully sick bro.
To Kill a Mockingbird. Two words - literal enlightenment.
The song that's really tickling my fancy like a raging sex machine: LapDance by N.E.R.D.
Thanks to Christine (or as I like to call her: Een-Steen) who got my mind thinking. The grass is always greener on the other side; but it's just as hard to cut. The seaweed is always greener in somebody elses lake. Life is always better in somebody elses skin; or so it seems.
Our tendancy of being envious of one other is constant. It's as if the 'envy button' was turned on at birth and doesn't switch off till the day we die. And in those few seconds before our death do we become suddenly appreciative of everything that's passed.
We're so busy wishing for their happiness, their fortune, their confidence... their life, that we fail to count our own blessings. So what if she's pretty, smart, witty and goes about the day in high spirits? Who's to say she doesn't come from a broken family torn down by adultery and financial strife? Who's to say she doesn't cry herself to sleep wishing she was never born.
We never know a person until we've magically stepped into their shoes and walked in them for the duration that they've lived. This, of course is sheerly impossible. The most we can do is learn to accept each other, and know that there is ALWAYS more than meets the eye. We must understand that all our actions stem from a past experience. A past experience that influences our future decisions for the rest of our life.
Why is he so willingly open in relationships, so passionate about things from A to Z, so fearless in taking risks, so down to earth? Because experience has taught him that life is short and to cherish every passing moment. Why is she so reserved, so cautious, so cold and barely unapproachable? Because a particular incident or series of misfortunes have left her scared of trusting others, scared of loving someone, scared of the unfamiliar. Why does he care so much for materialistic things? Because during his childhood years he was bullied endlessly for being less fortunate than those who mocked him. Why does she strive to become successful? Because she watched someone she looked up to reduce to nothing. Why is she against drugs? Because the drugs caused her father to become a man she no longer knew.
Thursday, 14 July 2005
Find someone who understands every word you're NOT saying
Don't go for looks; such an asset fades with time.
Find someone whose personality gets more and more beautiful by the day. Someone amazing. Someone who makes you laugh. Someone who brings a smile to your face. Someone who appreciates you; and understands every word you're NOT saying.
Communication is sensing the sadness in their laugh when something is wrong. It's being able to decipher the unspoken code of body language.
When you find that person cherish every moment with them. Hold them tight and you won't have to worry about letting go; they'll never want to leave.
God put a few bad people in our life so when the right person came along we'd be greatful. The end of one relationship opens the door to better alternate endings with someone else.
Love is a two seated roller coaster. Together, brace yourselves past the downs and enjoy the ups. You can't have one without the other. The best experiences are those towards the end so ride it through.
Take the time to know each other. Take it slow. Safe Speeding - There's No Such Thing. Read every sign. Ask about the ones you're unsure of; remember them. Only then have you driven each other crazy. Crazy In Love.
Since when did it become such a crucial necessity to fall in love? It's been planted deep into our ethics as the only means of a truly wholesome life. I suppose it's something that will never cease to astound me.
Then why is it that an affair bearing such significance, does not have emphasis placed upon it in school teachings? We're there five days a week. They teach us everything from manners to metaphors, from quadric trinomials to periodic tables, from the anatomy of the human body to World War II; everything under the sun except advice and teachings on how to survive out in a world full of dickheads and pricks. After our years of schooling and academic commotion, we're released out into the world with little knowledge of the opposite sex. We're left to fend for ourselves. The subject of love is taught through practical methods, and little theory. It's through this self teaching that we learn some of the most important lessons in life.
We learn to accept that no one is perfect. We learn that pain is synonymous with love. We learn the true meaning of 'actions speak louder than words'. It's one thing to say I love you; and its another thing when you can't find the time to show it. We put an end to our childish selfishness MINE! MINE! MINE!and suddenly need someone to share everything with. Everything means Nothing unless you have someone to share it with. You're road to the top won't mean as much unless you had someone with you every step of the way.
I've been single for a few days now. Fish in the sea here I come! *bellyflops into the water* Lately I've just been 'letting it burn'. My friends wonder how I do it. Why I'm not breaking down at the first sign of reminisent things. How I manage to.. be normal. That's just me. I won't cry myself every night for weeks on end. I won't refuse the nutritional value (not to mention the yummy goodness) of food. I won't deprive myself of sleep. I won't give my friends attitude over my own personal misaps. It's not part of my character to linger in things that no longer exist. I was fine before he came along, and I'll (still) be fine when he's gone.
This is majorly corny, but I still remember how he told me that what attracted him to me was how independent I was. The fact that he's now gone won't change that. People, don't ever change for somebody else; If ever, do it for yourself. Find someone who accepts you as you are.
I don't hate any of my ex's. That's not my style either. I thank them for making my days just that LITTLE BIT more worth living for, during the length of our relationship. I'm thankful for what they've taught me. No regrets.
We were the story of a potential businessman attending work and uni trying to make it work with a stubbourn grade 10 girly girl. At least we tried. It doesn't make him a bad person that he wants to concentrate on family, friends, and his career before myself. We broke down at one of the first signs of uncertainty. The bond we created in the beginning obviously wasn't strong enough to withstand the forces of 'growing up'.
Some couples can grow up together; from teenagers to that old elderly couple that sit on the front porch. Some couples need to be grow apart before they can be together; to learn and achieve things for themselves independently. Some couples just weren't meant to be; and that's okay too.
Find someone whose personality gets more and more beautiful by the day. Someone amazing. Someone who makes you laugh. Someone who brings a smile to your face. Someone who appreciates you; and understands every word you're NOT saying.
Communication is sensing the sadness in their laugh when something is wrong. It's being able to decipher the unspoken code of body language.
When you find that person cherish every moment with them. Hold them tight and you won't have to worry about letting go; they'll never want to leave.
God put a few bad people in our life so when the right person came along we'd be greatful. The end of one relationship opens the door to better alternate endings with someone else.
Love is a two seated roller coaster. Together, brace yourselves past the downs and enjoy the ups. You can't have one without the other. The best experiences are those towards the end so ride it through.
Take the time to know each other. Take it slow. Safe Speeding - There's No Such Thing. Read every sign. Ask about the ones you're unsure of; remember them. Only then have you driven each other crazy. Crazy In Love.
It's one thing to ask why we break up. Have you ever wondered why it is we fall in love? - Amiel
Since when did it become such a crucial necessity to fall in love? It's been planted deep into our ethics as the only means of a truly wholesome life. I suppose it's something that will never cease to astound me.
Then why is it that an affair bearing such significance, does not have emphasis placed upon it in school teachings? We're there five days a week. They teach us everything from manners to metaphors, from quadric trinomials to periodic tables, from the anatomy of the human body to World War II; everything under the sun except advice and teachings on how to survive out in a world full of dickheads and pricks. After our years of schooling and academic commotion, we're released out into the world with little knowledge of the opposite sex. We're left to fend for ourselves. The subject of love is taught through practical methods, and little theory. It's through this self teaching that we learn some of the most important lessons in life.
We learn to accept that no one is perfect. We learn that pain is synonymous with love. We learn the true meaning of 'actions speak louder than words'. It's one thing to say I love you; and its another thing when you can't find the time to show it. We put an end to our childish selfishness MINE! MINE! MINE!and suddenly need someone to share everything with. Everything means Nothing unless you have someone to share it with. You're road to the top won't mean as much unless you had someone with you every step of the way.
I've been single for a few days now. Fish in the sea here I come! *bellyflops into the water* Lately I've just been 'letting it burn'. My friends wonder how I do it. Why I'm not breaking down at the first sign of reminisent things. How I manage to.. be normal. That's just me. I won't cry myself every night for weeks on end. I won't refuse the nutritional value (not to mention the yummy goodness) of food. I won't deprive myself of sleep. I won't give my friends attitude over my own personal misaps. It's not part of my character to linger in things that no longer exist. I was fine before he came along, and I'll (still) be fine when he's gone.
This is majorly corny, but I still remember how he told me that what attracted him to me was how independent I was. The fact that he's now gone won't change that. People, don't ever change for somebody else; If ever, do it for yourself. Find someone who accepts you as you are.
I don't hate any of my ex's. That's not my style either. I thank them for making my days just that LITTLE BIT more worth living for, during the length of our relationship. I'm thankful for what they've taught me. No regrets.
We were the story of a potential businessman attending work and uni trying to make it work with a stubbourn grade 10 girly girl. At least we tried. It doesn't make him a bad person that he wants to concentrate on family, friends, and his career before myself. We broke down at one of the first signs of uncertainty. The bond we created in the beginning obviously wasn't strong enough to withstand the forces of 'growing up'.
Some couples can grow up together; from teenagers to that old elderly couple that sit on the front porch. Some couples need to be grow apart before they can be together; to learn and achieve things for themselves independently. Some couples just weren't meant to be; and that's okay too.
Sunday, 10 July 2005
Winter Blues
The winter has really begun to take its toll on me. I've become even hungrier and lazier than ever. These holidays have been the best to date..
Blazin was.. let's just say.. aye-oh-kay. The atmosphere was SMOKIN' , literally. The music was below standard of what I expected. Bumped into old friends, which is always a highlight. Andrea, Tina and I felt like we stepped into Asianville. We left about an hour early, and had we stayed any longer, we'd have adapted to the environment and have come out with long V-cut hair, wearing a halter neck top and short shorts; just like the other one hundred-or-so girls that were there.
Yesterday, I went to Parramatta and met up with friends. Assisted the boys with shopping, the poor souls were so inexperienced. In all fairness, Robert taught me a thing or two about driving cars through some game in some car racing . Which ones the accelerator? What's this one do? Crazy women drivers. I admit probably adding to this population.
Met up with Jeremy, where we argued upon comparisons between the superiority of Blacktown and Liverpool. My apologies that Liverpool Westfields does not comprise of cushion seating. Groove was madness. Saw so many people I hadn't seen in yonkers. Hugs and Kisses galore. It was a kickass night.
What's Changed? - Craig David
Thought you always wanted to be with me...
But things have changed between me and you...
Why don't you call me no more?
It was every night you were calling me before
Given half a chance, you'd be knocking at my door
So, tell me what's changed
Why don't you give me some time
Tell me, coz I can't get you out of my mind
But up until now, we been doing just fine
So, tell me what's changed
Why can't you even pass by?
Spend some of your time, even just to say hi
You're not the type of guy who would make a girl cry
So, tell me what's changed
Blazin was.. let's just say.. aye-oh-kay. The atmosphere was SMOKIN' , literally. The music was below standard of what I expected. Bumped into old friends, which is always a highlight. Andrea, Tina and I felt like we stepped into Asianville. We left about an hour early, and had we stayed any longer, we'd have adapted to the environment and have come out with long V-cut hair, wearing a halter neck top and short shorts; just like the other one hundred-or-so girls that were there.
Yesterday, I went to Parramatta and met up with friends. Assisted the boys with shopping, the poor souls were so inexperienced. In all fairness, Robert taught me a thing or two about driving cars through some game in some car racing . Which ones the accelerator? What's this one do? Crazy women drivers. I admit probably adding to this population.
Met up with Jeremy, where we argued upon comparisons between the superiority of Blacktown and Liverpool. My apologies that Liverpool Westfields does not comprise of cushion seating. Groove was madness. Saw so many people I hadn't seen in yonkers. Hugs and Kisses galore. It was a kickass night.
What's Changed? - Craig David
Thought you always wanted to be with me...
But things have changed between me and you...
Why don't you call me no more?
It was every night you were calling me before
Given half a chance, you'd be knocking at my door
So, tell me what's changed
Why don't you give me some time
Tell me, coz I can't get you out of my mind
But up until now, we been doing just fine
So, tell me what's changed
Why can't you even pass by?
Spend some of your time, even just to say hi
You're not the type of guy who would make a girl cry
So, tell me what's changed
Wednesday, 6 July 2005
The Truth About Rollercoasters
I'm tired of getting to know someone, and losing them. I've been through the 'Get To Know You' rollercoaster so many times, and yes it's fun and exciting, but I feel like my ride always ends at the top of the big drop off. All that energy build up and anticipation - for nothing. I've never felt what it's like to fall down the other end of the slope - what it's like to fall in love.
Sometimes I think I'm the one with the problem. I feel like a highly anticipated film that movie-holics would define as a Box-office Fluke. I'm all controversey, nothing more. The previews prior to the movie say I'm "different, amazing and not like other girls". Ironic how I end up the same as the others - another ex-girlfriend.
I have the notion I'm forever doomed in relationships. I'm constantly waiting around for the guy to let me down. And when it does happen, I had only further proved myself right of my theory. But don't mistake me, I'm all open for someone to prove me wrong.
Sometimes I think I'm the one with the problem. I feel like a highly anticipated film that movie-holics would define as a Box-office Fluke. I'm all controversey, nothing more. The previews prior to the movie say I'm "different, amazing and not like other girls". Ironic how I end up the same as the others - another ex-girlfriend.
I have the notion I'm forever doomed in relationships. I'm constantly waiting around for the guy to let me down. And when it does happen, I had only further proved myself right of my theory. But don't mistake me, I'm all open for someone to prove me wrong.
Tuesday, 5 July 2005
Holidaze
Here goes my first stereotypical blog.. what's been and gone recently in the boring life of Noeline Bautista. For those of you bothered to read it.. enjoy!
It's the holidays, I've got three assignments and over the past four days, have procrastinated over each of them. Perhaps I will get started in the second week. For the remainder of the first week, I shall sit back and relax.. try anyway.
Last friday, I met up with the oh so sexy Lorabel & friends at Parramatta Westfields. We took a dream photo at that photo place located near the station. Someone stole Kay'es pink wallet, which contained $30. Poor thing. The photo turned out real ugly, our eyes were demented and our lips looked like they were bleeding. Unwilling to pay for a disgusting dream photo, we decided not to go ahead with it and walked around the shops instead. Lorabel and I were attracted to the music being played in the stores. We walked in and out of one store in particular about three times, danced, then walking out. The lady looked at us weird. Bumped into the super-resh Richard.
The weekend was spent working at Hungry Jack's. We were all booked out with kid's parties, and as usual, I was hosting them. Shereeza and Jordan dropped by. How embarassing! The mad thing about doing parties is I get paid to take orders, play games, paint faces, and eat cake. The children are a bonus. I love them. They're so innocent and eager to learn more. You can tell by their eyes they've witnessed few things in their little lifetime; you wish you could shield them from the immporality imbedded in the world. But, its an inevitable part of life. The only thing that separates us, is the extent that we allow evil to influence our lives.
Yesterday, Wendy and I went to Cabrammatta to get kickass haircuts. I got my hair more layered and my fringe cut. Wendy said I looked like Cleopatra. Afterwards, we went to the city and took capitols. Went to Galaxy World and watched Wendy play some scary game. Some guy from Penrith came up to us and asked if we were from around the area. Did we look that out of place?
Tonight, my 'sister' Andrea and I are going out. We are each others Random Outing Buddy. One phone call, and within an hour we find ourselves in a world away from home. Tina's coming too. Where we shall be tonight, is anyone's guess. Either Blazin or Holla. I guess we'll decide when we get to the train station. I'm excited.
People, as well as myself are still getting used to the fact I have braces. Yes, braces are a bitch.
It's the holidays, I've got three assignments and over the past four days, have procrastinated over each of them. Perhaps I will get started in the second week. For the remainder of the first week, I shall sit back and relax.. try anyway.
Last friday, I met up with the oh so sexy Lorabel & friends at Parramatta Westfields. We took a dream photo at that photo place located near the station. Someone stole Kay'es pink wallet, which contained $30. Poor thing. The photo turned out real ugly, our eyes were demented and our lips looked like they were bleeding. Unwilling to pay for a disgusting dream photo, we decided not to go ahead with it and walked around the shops instead. Lorabel and I were attracted to the music being played in the stores. We walked in and out of one store in particular about three times, danced, then walking out. The lady looked at us weird. Bumped into the super-resh Richard.
The weekend was spent working at Hungry Jack's. We were all booked out with kid's parties, and as usual, I was hosting them. Shereeza and Jordan dropped by. How embarassing! The mad thing about doing parties is I get paid to take orders, play games, paint faces, and eat cake. The children are a bonus. I love them. They're so innocent and eager to learn more. You can tell by their eyes they've witnessed few things in their little lifetime; you wish you could shield them from the immporality imbedded in the world. But, its an inevitable part of life. The only thing that separates us, is the extent that we allow evil to influence our lives.
Yesterday, Wendy and I went to Cabrammatta to get kickass haircuts. I got my hair more layered and my fringe cut. Wendy said I looked like Cleopatra. Afterwards, we went to the city and took capitols. Went to Galaxy World and watched Wendy play some scary game. Some guy from Penrith came up to us and asked if we were from around the area. Did we look that out of place?
Tonight, my 'sister' Andrea and I are going out. We are each others Random Outing Buddy. One phone call, and within an hour we find ourselves in a world away from home. Tina's coming too. Where we shall be tonight, is anyone's guess. Either Blazin or Holla. I guess we'll decide when we get to the train station. I'm excited.
People, as well as myself are still getting used to the fact I have braces. Yes, braces are a bitch.
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