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Into Paradise4月11日 Im just plain tired...Im just tired and sick of everything. Im tired of
being someone who you can rely on. Im tired of being the center of
attention. Im tired of being a good person while others spread it the
other way round. And Im really sick of 4月5日 Love...It is a mystery why we fall in love. It is a mystery how it happens. It is a mystery how it comes. It is a mystery why some loves grows and it is a mystery why some loves fail. You can analyze it this mystery and look for reasons and causes BUT you will never do any more than take the life out f experience. LOVE is more than the sum of the interests and attractions and commonalities that two people share. And just as life itself is a gift that comes and goes in its time, the coming of love must be taken as an unfathomable gift that cannot be questioned in its ways. TOO often, when love comes to people, they try 2 grasp the love and hold it to them, refusing to see that it is a gift freely given and a gift that just as freely moves away. When they fall out of love, or the person they love feels the sport of love leaving, they try to desperately to reclaim the love that is lost rather than accepting the gift for what it was . They want answers where there are no answers. They want to know what is wrong with them, or they try to get their lover to change, thinking that if small thing were different love would bloom again. They blame their circumstances. They blame each other. They try anything to give meaning to what has happened. BUT there is no meaning beyond the love itself, and until they accept its own mysterious ways they live in a sea of misery. You need to treat what love brings you with kindness. if you find yourself in love with someone who does not love you, be gentle with yourself. There is nothing wrong with you. Love just didnt choose to rest in the other person's heart. If you find someone else in love with you toward whom you feel no love, feel honored that love came and called at your door, but gently refuse the gift you cannot return. Do not take advantage, do not cause pain. How you deal with love is how love will deal with you, and all our hearts feel the same pains and joys, even if our lives and ways are different. If you fall in love with another who falls in love with you, and then love chooses to leave, do not try to reclaim it or to asses blame. Let it go. There is a reason and there is a meaning. You will know it in time, But time itself will choose the moment. Remember this and keep it in your heart. You dont choose love. Love chooses you. All you can really do is accept it for its mystery when it comes into you life. Feel the way it fills you to overflowing, then reach out and give it away. Give it back to the person who brought it to you. Give it to others who seem poor in spirit. Give it to the world around you in any way you can. Love has its own time, its own season, and its own reasons for coming and going. You cannot bribe it or coerce it or reason it into staying. If it chooses to leave, from your heart or from the heart of your lover, there is nothing you can do and nothing you should do. Be glad that it came to live for a moment in your life. There is no perfect love. There is no love without hurting. If you keep your heart open, it will surely come again. 3月16日 let a life be short and full of passion rather than long and passionlesshave a passion in life, and live for it Mine's writing. And music. And drama. And theatre. And art. And photography. And life. And HIM =) I love HIM. enough said =)) My passion in life is life. To me, Life is a passion worth living for. I would rather live a short life doing all sorts of things that cement the fact that I'm alive rather than live a mundane life of routine and what's considered "safe". I love writing. So I blog, and write, and reflect, anywhere and anytime and on anything. I tend to blab about random things, nothing in particular. Sometimes making up random metaphors that involve peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and praline icecream or something, i don't know, but when I write, I let my heart take over. Most of the time. I love music. So I play the piano a bit, I sing a lot, I always, always have a tune in my head. If I don't have a tune in my head, I feel lost. If I can't figure out what kind of music I'm in the mood for, I feel frustrated. It's like taking away a human right for me I love drama. I love acting. I love putting on another character that is so different to me. I love being someone else. I love knowing and getting to know what another person feels at that instant. I love the fact that acting allows me to be someone else and to be who they are, even for a while. I love theatre. I love watching it, it's reminiscent of the days gone by, and it's almost like watching someone else's life unfold in front of you, as if you were just plonked right in the middle of it without any prior introductions or inductions. It's like a movie, only you get to see the raw emotion; there's no second takes and you get to know the person, as the person they're acting for you is their interpretation of that character. I love art. I draw, I sketch, I doodle, whatever. I believe that anything can be art as long as you see it from a different perspective; a perspective that's not usually seen through. Art is beauty. Beauty is art. Looking at even a random splatter might be art. It depends on what it morphs into in your mind. A random circular gravitational splatter might turn into a picture of a unicorn frolicking in the clouds. Anything is possible with imagination. I love photography. I love seeing what I see, in pictures. I love capturing moments. I love reliving the memories. Memories may be able to replay a moment, but photos capture them clearly. I take photos of anything, anyone, at any angle. I want to capture the beauty I see through my eyes. I want a picture to capture a moment the way my eyes remember it. I know my line of work seems to require the least amount of passion. But I believe that it requires commitment (=passion), empathy (=passion), understanding (=passion), compassion (=lol, passion). As a kid I remember wanting to be a doctor just so I could help people. Guess it's a good choice for me in being a teacher =))... I get to teach people right from wrong. 12月9日 =))i stalked her and she made my day!! =)) such a sweetie that girl... her posting our conversation made me smile... Chocolate is the ideal prozac for pms-ing womenDo you have one of those days when you feel nobody cares about you especially your loved ones? Well, that's what i feel today... i seriously think i woke up on the wrong side of the bed... It's as if ppl are trying to get on my bad side.. :S:S:S I don't remember when my period's due so m not so sure if this is pms or something else... I wana cry but the problem is i can't... i really can't... =(( cos i think ive ran out of tears damn it... i don't even know who to talk to cos i don't think anybody would undrstd the phase im going thru atm... The thing is I’ve been feeling rather in the dump these past few days. It’s hard to say it but I chose not to keep it inside me for long. I mean, hello, have you guys ever known me for being secretive? I bet not. I let things off, it’s better to let it go… it’s better to be honest. Have you ever been in a relationship where it gets tough sometimes and you just can’t take anymore of it? Have you ever felt like it’s just pointless to make things work when all you do is try VERY hard but keep on failing? And when the arguments start all over again, you just felt like giving everything up ‘coz you’re tired of trying? Well, for all I know, I have. A guy once told me ‘silence is the best conversation’, while I think of the opposite, I think it’s best to talk and communicate and keep the ball rolling. After all, not all of us are mind readers kan? But the every time we argue, I think that could apply. I think sometimes it’s best to just keep quiet and for once listen to what our partner has to say about things or us. I have never been the one to keep quiet or listen when an argument rises, but the last time it happened, I try to tell myself that keeping quiet and trying to at least listen won’t hurt a little. It was difficult I have to admit. Can listening be that hurtful? I have never thought it would be… Sometimes, only sometimes, I felt like I’m better off alone. I told myself guys aren’t worth my time, it only cause me the unnecessary pain and tears. I’ve been through so much hurt and pain, I don’t need anymore of it… why can’t he understand that? I’m scarred. And now I just want to say I don’t need any pain to be caused on my part. Is it that difficult to take care of my feelings…? Or was it me who never tries to understand…? I don’t know. It’s for fact, I’m that fragile… on a brighter note, most probably ill be seeing my online sister tyiera for the first time next week... she told me abt it & we like berabisly turned iski and all and exchange numbers... =)) we'r so gona click and all... cos frm my chats wif her we'r like all girly and lating and all hehe.. so yea... ive no idea what to write about... maybe ill continue ranting later so yea... need.to.cry.myself.to.sleep. |
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