Detachment

"If you hold back on your emotions, if you don't allow yourself to go all the way through them , you can never get to being detached, you're too busy being afraid. You're afraid of the pain, you're afraid of the grief. You're afraid of the vulnerability that loving entails.

But by throwing yourself into these emotions, by allowing yourself to dive in, all the way, over your head even, you experience them fully and completely. You know what love is. You know what grief is. And only you can say 'All right. I have experienced that emotion. I recognise that emotion. Now I need to detach from that emotion for a moment.'

I have not smile for a long while ........... Tomorrow I will.

Angel

Spend all your time waiting
for that second chance
for a break that would make it okay
there's always one reasonto feel not good enough
and it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
oh beautiful release
memory seeps from my veins
let me be emptyand weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight

so tired of the straight line
and everywhere you turn
there's vultures and thieves at your back
and the storm keeps on twisting
you keep on building the lie
that you make up for all that you lack
it don't make no difference
escaping one last time
it's easier to believe in this sweet madness
ohthis glorious sadness
that brings me to my knees

in the arms of an angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverieyou're
in the arms of the angelmay
you find some comfort there
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here

Can't Cry Hard Enough

I'm gonna live my life
Like every day's the last
Without a simple goodbye
It all goes by so fast

Gonna open my eyes
And see for the first time
I let go of you like
A child letting go of his kite

Gonna look back in vain
And see you standing there
When all that remains
Is an empty chair

And now that you've gone
I can't cry hard enough
No, I can't cry hard enough
For you to hear me now

There it goes, up in the sky
There it goes, beyond the clouds
For no reason why
I can't cry hard enough
No, I can't cry hard enough
For you to hear me now

Please Don't Stop the Music

This song has been playing in my mind after watching the lastest Spring/Summer 2008 fashion show by Dolce & Gabbana.

It's a mash up b/n this song by Rihanna x 'Don't Stop till You get Enough' by Wacko Jacko.

Do check it out...........

Broken

"Without you I was broken,

but I'd rather broke down with you

by my side"

The 30s are the new 20s

1) 'Minimum age' doesn't faze you but you secretly hope to get carded at the door.
2) 20 year-olds look to you to be sugar-mummies/daddies.
3) 60 year-olds want to be YOUR sugar-mummies/daddies.
4) Binge-drinking? Been there, spewed that.
5) No more supermarket sushi.
6) You can pronounce 'Riesling' and 'Chardonnay' correctly... and you can afford at least a Moet or a Veuve Clicquot.
7) You know that it's more often "Wham! Bam! Thank you, mam!" than "Wham! Bam! Wedding band!".
8) L33tsp3Ak AnnOys d3 h3ll OUt Of U.
9) When someone flashes you, you don't scream and run away. You study... and then give a critique.
10) It's YOUR credit card.
11) Those aren't wrinkles! They're character lines!
12) Curfew schmurfew.
13) Bigger and better toys
14) Cellulite and beer gut - unavoidable unless you have surgery.
15) You don't fall in love 20 times an hour... with different people.
16) For the girls - Britney, Paris, Lindsay, Nicole, Mary-Kate and Ashley aren't your style icons.
17) For the guys - Britney, Paris, Lindsay, Nicole, Mary-Kate and Ashley - take them home for the night but not HOME to meet Mum.
18) Your music then (and now for some...): Belinda Carlisle, early Madonna, Michael Jackson, Rick Astley, Kylie Minogue, Bananarama, Whitney Houston, Duran Duran, Spandau Ballet, OMD, Pink Floyd... there's more for sure.
19) Your TV shows: A-Team, Battlestar Galactica, Macgyver, TJ Hooker, Hunter, CHIPS, Starsky & Hutch, Magnum PI, Star Trek... etc...
And last but by no means least:
20) You get it. Or if you don't got it, you hide it better than when you were in your 20s.

I Cried for You

You're beautiful so silently
It lies beneath a shade of blue
It struck me so violently
When I looked at you
But others pass, they never pause
To feel that magic in your hand
To me you're like a wild rose
They never understand why

I'll cross the sea for a different world
With your treasure, a secret for me to hold
In many years they may forget
This love of ours or that we met
They may not know
How much you meant to me

Without you now I see
How fragile the world can be
And I know you've gone away
But in my heart you'll always stay

I cried for you
And the sky cried for you
And when you went
I became a hopeless drifter
But this life was not for you
Though I learned from you
That beauty need only be a whisper

.......... this is how I have been feeling recently ...... maybe mummy was right ....... sometimes crying makes you feel better

Tired

Lots of you guys may be wondering my past 2 posts are actually quotes of a song or maybe a poem. Truth be told, they are kind of an inner voice talking to me. No, not as a schizophenic but as a conscience of sorts.

Sonny's death and a new position at a new company is kinda pulling me down at the same time. I mean who can get over a person's death in a short period of time. Asides from that, my new job is not actually a feeling filled with excitement but much of a low morale & chaos.

As much I try to be as optimistic as possible, pessimism rules me at the moment. Though I had been telling myself that I am getting emotional but some how or the other, rationality takes a backseat whilst the emotions take over.

I still got work to do for the weekend but I can't really make myself continue at the moment.

Tired is the word. Spirtually, mentally & emotionally ...........

Just a thought

"With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,

it is still a beautiful world.

Be cheerful.

Strive to be happy."

Que Sera Sera

"Que Sera, Sera

Whatever will be, will be

The future's not ours, to see

Que Sera, Sera

What will be, will be."