12 August 2013
12 May 2013
Paperman
I'm more of a singer than a talker I always tell myself, I could make you fall in love with the song I sing easily, hopefully transport you to another place and make you feel belong. I have experienced it, so naturally I feel I could influence someone else.
Have you ever walked into a room full of people, people you will soon befriends with and felt completely alone?
You will befriend with them because of your god-given talent to mingle. It requires you to make small talks then into the topics of their choice then so on. That is simple, you pick what they want to discuss and then follow suit.
Again, it is not that difficult to make new friends, you've done it before. What's agonizing to me is the feeling that comes after that.
The aching soul realizes it limit and it starts to crumble. Even though you are exactly where you should be, you are thousands miles away. Like a invisible giant vacuum suck you right out, place you in another dimension. Suddenly what happened to their dogs that week or what they do for a living isn't important to you anymore. "Is this what I signed up for?" you begin to question.
I wish I could sing my confinement away one note at the time.
4 March 2013
The Perks of Being a Nobody
Maybe I will never be okay, maybe someday I'll look back to think it was a disconnected and beautiful thing that I was me for a reason and that'd be okay.
Maybe I was never meant to execute this life well, it's hard to be brief when there are these unresolved, unyielding mixed feelings that just cannot wait to be expressed. You know sometimes when good things happen to you, you feel like maybe you did something right long enough to deserve them. And when something bad happen, you would ask yourself all sort of questions why did it ever happen to you until a point where you just want the nightmare to end.
See, there are many ways to cheer yourself up but there are millions to pull you down. But tonight, we can be heroes, you'll be my king and I'll be yours.
9 February 2013
Something Borrowed, Something Blue
There is never a time to think it's perfectly fine to quit something, especially when it is almost like a chore that you mustn't fail to complete.
But somehow along the way the word got lost, vision of your hopes and what it should be isn't like you dreamed. It is indistinctly familiar, vaguely memorable, then slowly the notion vanishes like it hadn't been there before.
You know the worst of the worst that comes right after, words of encouragement like "A winner never quits, a quitter never wins", "When the going get tough, the tough get going" and "Success is the best revenge"
Correction: "REVENGE is the best revenge"
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