Start Of Something New

Well I guess I see how appreciation for sunsets comes in - the soft gradation of hues that can spark warmth inside you, how smoothly and gracefully the sun moves in the afternoon sky, and the reflection of it all illuminating the surface of the waters. It's undoubtedly beautiful and symbolizes the closing of the survival of another day in this crazy world. When the sun sets and the stars come out to play, we'd heave a sigh of relief, kick our shoes off, lean back, and laze in a daze under the darkness.

We wake up the next morning, the sun bright and dandy, ready to embark on another tough day of repetitious activities. Now excuse my sudden random thought but what I've noticed is that it's very seldom that we give that same appreciation that we do sunsets to sunrises.

If the sun setting gives us closure, then doesn't the sun rising gives us a sense of new beginnings? That feeling of rebirth, turning into a new leaf, finding hope you once lost along the way. When I watch a sunrise dawning (lol, pun!) upon me, I see it as the universe giving me another chance for a day better than the previous one - a shot to make things right. Is that weird? Perhaps I'm looking too deeply into the whole concept, perhaps English Lit's close-reading assignments have etched a permanent mark in me hahaha.

What I'm saying, folks, is that you should never let failures bring you and your self-esteem in a downwards spiral. It's already bad enough that you failed, you know? Don't let it discourage you even more, for that would make for another failure. So you screwed up this time, that's okay, you still have tomorrow, next time, next year. Had a bad day? Well your days can't ALL be bad if you don't make it be! The sun doesn't stay down forever...it'll rise again before you know it to brighten the new day :)

100%

You're a part-time lover and a full-time friend. I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else but you.

I less than three question mark.

The Wants Of Mine

This is dedicated to all the girls out there. I'm pretty positive this is what most females want from love and romance. Enjoy, comment :)

I want someone that seems like he doesn't care but deep down I know he does.

I want someone that can brighten a blue day with the smallest of smiles.

I want someone that doesn't pretend, is real and true to himself.

I want someone who can or tries to understand the reasons of my sometimes unfathomable actions.

I want him to care but never in obscenity but in sincerity. Never for the sole reason of proving to others what a good person he is.

I want him to know that the little details matter.

Sometimes more than the big purposefully heroic acts do.

I want him to be loyal.

I want honesty, even when it hurts.

I want someone that loves me enough to hold my hair and rub my back if I have to puke down the toilet.

I want someone that gives unexpected hugs and kisses.

I want someone that doesn't tell me he loves me because he feels obligated to, but only if he really believes it. I can tell.

I want someone that convinces me that I look fine in my oldest sweats. And means it.

I want someone that tells me straight-on that he doesn't like my appearance that day. Then offer constructive criticism which I may or may not accept. (hehe)

I want someone whom I can shoot witty comments at and get a clever tease right back without the usual stupid blank look.

I want him to be down to earth and not be one of those boys that bring digital cameras everywhere in case they needed to take pictures of themselves. (and if you're one of these ppl, go shoot yourself.)

I want someone that can have fun and try new things.

I want him to be respectful to all religions, cultures, and race as I try to be. Discrimination is a big turn-off.

I want a person who can love others and himself. Who is able to accept differences and adapt to them. Who understands preferences and individuality.

Yet above all, it is also crucial for him to be somewhat good-looking. That's not too much to ask for now, is it? ;)

The Magnetic Field

Have you never heard of how opposites attract?
How two people with nothing in common whatsoever being able to plummet into deep, conspicuous love? They'd fall into that gaping hole of theirs, stuck there forever with no way out to the world outside.
And guess what? They wouldn't even have mind. Not one bit.

You have brought me doubt, confusion, and desperation. You have lured my long-lost feeling of helplessness in spite of myself. But after all that you've put me through, I just can't stop thinking about you.
Sometimes I see it in your eyes, and they tell me a million things. I feel content of what I see, what I hear. But that isn't until I see your body language. They say this factor is the ultimate tell-tale sign of someone.
That makes me scared.

Now I am torn between the language you pronounce through your eyes and the one you use through your actions. You act like you despise me, escaping left when I'm at right, and right when at left. I would then be positive of your hatred for me, although I couldn't seem to understand the reason why.
Then they come in. They tell me they know. They tell me you love me? They tell me many things that kept me indecisive.
What can I believe? What should I believe?

If magnets can do it, why can't we? North and south, they seem happy together. Connected in ways that outsiders may never be able to comprehend. We are two opposites, we just have to find our way to learn from the magnetic force.

Baby I'll be your north if you'll be my south.

Desire.

Hello, decided to repost some of my favorite entries from my old LJ blog since nobody wants to check it out :( eh, oh well...

The jealousy of others revolving around me is so concrete that it's mighty disturbing.
So thought I'd go off in a weird tangent, with a point of view of a dude for once :)
And uhhh, it maaaayy be based on a few of my guy friends' life stories as well. Hehe.
Not my best, but enjoy!

This brewing jealousy I have inside of me, it's discontenting.
I cannot even begin to imagine anyone else that deserves that beautiful smile of yours, your gentle caressing touch, your piercing eyes to lay on anyone else but me. Inhuman as it is, I believe that you, all of you, should belong to me.

I treasure you like nobody else can. Never would I ever want to hurt nor to harm you as my intentions for you will never expire.
Yet you can't seem to grasp that fact. The fact that I love you with all my heart, eternally. The fact that I am the only that is able to bring the happiness and thorough appreciation that you deserve.

The shine I see in your eyes when you're around him, it troubles me more than it should. I try to pretend, to smile for your sake despite my plummeting heart. Why don't I see that in you when you look at me?
I love you. Does he?

Day and night, I fret. The frustration have adhered on my skin and bones - it is now a part of me. Therefore, in the height of insanity, I'd find the only solution out I can see, to scrape and rid of all that exasperation off of my skin. As my blood flows, all the overwhelming pain I have ever experienced almost feels tangible in the air as it's running condescendingly through my bloodline.


My life without you would be a blur.

Love At First Sight

A poem I made for Bhs Indo class, had to translate it to Indo afterwards ._.

Not (completely) a true story hehe.

On the cold marble ground I sit

The non-existent warmth

Only the cold radiating throughout

My tears, they turn to icicles

Asphyxiated

Suffocated

Limited oxygen eludes me

I gasp for air in sharp, quick breaths

I felt hope drain out from my very soul

My broken lonely heart impossible for repair

Then came a sudden light

I squinted towards it with damp eyes

Through my teardrops I see

The most gorgeous human being

I'm sure anybody has ever seen

I felt a glint of hope flutter deep inside

My hope pounded ferociously in my chest

It wanted out

With every step that you take

There was another intake of essential air for me

You extended an assuring helping hand

An invitation to happiness and protection

To dying love you had revived

Could this be love at first sight?

2 in the morning.

"You come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by seeing an imperfect person perfectly."

Sam Keen

Goodnight. I miss you.