Getting over me, Getting Over U

"Getting over me, Getting over you"

This phrase popped in my mind suddenly as I was going about my daily task. I loved the sound of it and I love the thoughts that surrounded my mind behind it.

Break up?

Often, you hear people saying get over him or get over it. I think it begins with us to get over it before we can actually get over the object that triggered the madness following.

Not an easy task indeeds. But possible to win.

Waiting. Often we do the mistake of this. Waiting. Wishing. Cribbing. Wondering. Its part and parcel of the journey i guess.

Set your sights clear and notice other things that surround this. The past relationships or the EX is not the only thing that revolves around ya life and should never be. The truth sucks.

There are other things, like your family, responsibilites, ambition, abilities and next step to building you at stake. And thinking about the same old merry go round brings you to nothingness. You can hope but be sure to not let it revolve around u completely. And also move on and start living.

“I’ve always believed this. Set the thing free. If its truly yours. It will return to be.”

That’s so easy to speak ain’t it. The whole idea of actually making that statement apart of the tablet of your heart is a whole different story. You will just find yourself wishing still.

Getting over me.

Getting over me is the part when you see eye to eye with the fact that the relationship is over. That means you have lost any right to demand, direct or even be involved with his/her future activities. In our conscious minds, often. We tend to live in the thought that we are still attached to the particular person. It happens. There is an attachment.The thing about us is we tend to dwell around it. Still feeling a certain kind of attachment revolving around the ex. We tend to look out for them, feel a certain jealousy if anyone new comes along and also often feel like our world is torn down and that we can never love anyone again. We just fall back into our own created love grave, Where a new love or opportunity cannot be seen, felt or even understood. To us the word “Impossible” screams out loud. Sometimes I wonder if it’s the comfort of resting in the fact that there use to be someone and now no one. I Wonder..Could that be?

Most of us live in the illusion that things are still happening. And there would be a continuation of it. It’s a frustrating journey. Until we settle with the fact and the truth of the ongoings. That we are now single. we don’t live in his mind anymore. And he is not thinking of us. Missing us. Wishing for us. Or whatever poo poo. We could possibly roll out nice. Its natural to think all those stuff. But it makes us a happier better person if we think clearly. About the now. This comes with time. And honestly to find out the fact that he actually stop missing us. just SUCKS!

Once we get over the fact that we don’t have a right over that guy if he dates any one or not. We don’t feel like our love life is over just because he has someone. We are able to pass the lines of getting over me to the final dose of finally getting over him.

I have to say its even a painful thought to think this could be it. But than again, some things are just not worth thinking as we think its worth thinking.

Guys I am not talking here as an empty vessel. Its my own thoughts drawn out on my own wounds . The truth always sucks. But it has a freaking way of waking us up! Ouch! It still hurts mind ya!

The Stained Masquerade

To admit to myself
Feels like I am shaming myself before a crowd
I tugged in underneath the cloth
And pretended that I am doing alright

When I looked deep within my heart
I realized
Little fragments of glasses
still left behind



The prick became evident
The pierce more prominent
Something that has been tugged away
For a while
Has been brought back to life
To stare me in the eye

I am looking at it
Eye to eye
I wondered what is the feeling
Like on the other side



I sat down for a while
And wondered to myself if its right for me
To just tug it away to be buried
In its own time

To leave it hanging without a
Label to write
Feels like denial working its task

How do i?
Should i?
Think of the now
Springs out without harshness
But with a gentle touch

I was touched.
Touched with the fact
Of a verse that sprang up.

God knows my heart. I don’t know the answer at the end of the road or of the line. I just have options. I know I have no power to predict the end of the line. But I can start with the now.Working towards my life. And if God says it right. I know the fragments of glass will be defined. I am touched cause I have someone. Someone who looks beyond what is to come. To know well enough why my heart should be left behind. That’s when trust whispers and say you gotta rise up. Once again, I am touched. Speechless by the lover of my heart.

*Hugs*

W-a-T-e-V-A..Zzz..

Can you fathom the things of love? Its just plain complicated. Getting answers is close to feeling miserable. Could the reason being is cause love is something belonging to a higher power. That our natural mind can never fathom its fullness due to our imperfections. I find that magnificent yet a challenge. Cause despite knowing that. I just love to try to understand it. How hilarious!! Its as good as banging my head on the wall feeling the ache but still going on. Twisted! LOL!

Do you notice something about people in love? Or people at least feeling the tickles of liking somebody? Why is it that they just don’t come straight to the point most times instead of running around the bushes playing hide and seek. Reminds me of the long time Hindi and Tamil movies where the stars run around the tree during a song. Lol! They kept on running until they change to another tree and another location. Don’t u just feel like taking the tree off? Its being a big hindrance to just get two people to the point!?

So what is it with us who loves to play ping pong instead of coming Straight-to-the-point? I am not very straight to the point about certain things too. Especially when i know I don’t really want to tell you. See I am talking general. I am starting to see the importance of getting straight to the point instead of playing ping pong. I just lose the thrill if being pulled around a tree too long. I mean seriously, those mind games are pretty unhealthy. Yeah thrill. I know you are talking thrill. But pulllllllleze..Gosh! it not good at all at least for the brain exercise you are imposing! Gosh. Usually I just turn you off. Save my brain a whole lot of energy. LOL!

So why why why are people just like that?



A thrill?
Fear of rejection?
Testing water to see if it’s the right fit?

Lets go for the all famous line.

*ROlllllllll EYES*

They are just being HUMAN!

Excusable? Sighs!

Drop me ya tots. Ding dong!

Missing Pieces

When a glass is shattered. It splatters. Little pieces goes invisible. To piece it back together you will feel some missing pieces. Cracks still show as a mark of its brokenness. It stays to remind the glass its moments of brokenness. Should it be forgotten? Nope. It should remain to remind the glass the lessons learnt. The glass will envelope into a more capable person.

Naturally we tend to look for the missing pieces. Getting frustrated when it seems impossible. Tearful nights embrace our person. Wet pillows wet our face almost every moment. The struggle to look out of the window for some encouragement. We source out in all areas. Just to forget the pain for a little moment. We look for healing in the right and wrong places. Sometimes getting caught up with it not being able to see its retribution. Yet is it for you to regret what you have done to your person? Nopez. The important part is to realise the wrongs and change the directions. Those little fragments of history is gonna piece you up to be a very interesting person. Bad experiences, immorality, anger, bitterness, dissapointments, fallen love, depression, abuse etc may not come across as something very impressive to the society at that moment. But when the season is over. Your lesson will be learnt by others. My say: allow a moment to come for it to be over.

Life painted with all the good things in the world and no pain to add some flavour makes you and your world a boring person. That’s just my little enlightenment.

There will come a day where this experiences is gonna paint a new revelation to another individual.

At a present moment
WE are unable
At a painful moment
We are angered
Yet at a healing moment
We tend to see things different.

However you walked. Its just one step up towards a new flavour making things brighter. I am just excited embracing the uniqueness of each individual and how they approach each matters. The best part is all in all, no matter what the take on matters. There will always be production in its conclusion. The enlightenment or answers.

We are not made to be similar. And that for me is a relief and joy to hear! Phew! I don’t need to meet anybody’s expectation, speed and demands on how I should go about in responding to my problem. Some people are just quick to label you stupid if you don’t overcome your problem according to their expectations. Chill people. An individual ain’t you to fulfill your timeline. Just be more understanding. That would help them heal faster. ;)

Peace OUT! Cheers!

In Moments Like These...

Shall I cry in public or shall I not? I wonder. Lifting up my head to the sky above me. I wonder if the clouds are gonna cry for me. Do they hear the little tingles within this heart of mine? Do they feel the little pricks and silent thunders? Do they catch me at moments when my lips are pressed together in wonder? Do they catch me at moments where I smile at the thoughts of the future? The tempted moments that tempts me to reveal those hidden emotions grasp me. Yet I am glad that reality and what is for now speaks out louder than the desires, the wishes etc. Something within whisper as I look above. Moments where words left unspoken will be spoken. Touch untouchable will be touched. Eyes unmeetable will meet. And heart undesirable will be desired. Moments to grasps upon with all my heart. To break forth into a huge smile and dance like crazy. Yet I will be watched with glee. Like a contagious river overflowing. The touches of joy erupting. The wind against my face blowing. The softness of my hair touching. I sing. I grin. And I blink.;)

Its moments like these when I could write and sing. Its moments like this where I just want to close my eyes and feel the breeze. Its moments like these where I wished I could whispers words of meaning. Moments like these when I can kiss the breeze. To feel its tingle upon my skin. A smile embracing me. What more better than to feel the weight of yesterdays grow dim in my midst. To exclude and not include the preferences of the surroundings but give myself some room to breathe. To just sip in the moments hanging around me. To just glimpse through the peeks of doors and giggle hysterically. Its contagious as people walk by me. They grasp me. They come close to me. And they laugh with me. We dance a sudden similar tune to a moment like these. Just a minute. I tot I did something that destroyed it. My heart skipped a beat. My eyes opened wide and my face and lips naturally tempted to draw a sad tune. Oops! Am I giving in? I could bravely say I lived today!! wheeE!!

Funny thing: A day in life feels like a mix and match. Some sweet, some sticky and some extremely bitter to even breathe. For today there was more sweetness to bitterness. Setting myself free for a moment. Just to embrace me, feel me, enjoy me and love me! HoW exhilarating!! Mix and match me!;)

At these moments, I am all WheEE me BABY Kiss! Rockin’

;)

Enter In...

Whispers :A feel of cheekyness exploded into words! Njoy!

Wrapped around in a towel, she entered. Entered the room exposing her long legs and cleavage. With a side smile she walks forward. Feeling the rush in between she slowed down the rushes. She could not help but lick her lips unattended. She was hungry. Hungry for some hot passion. "Run down on me", she cried within. "Make me scream..", she silently purred within. The blaze in her eyes calls out discreetly. The sexiness wraps her aura without a hint of how she should go about it. She swings naturally. With the swing of her hips, the lick of her lips indulging in soft bites upon her lips she looked at him. She finally said it, “I am hungry baby. Fill me in.” Caress me and u will see my melodious songs. Not in words but in pure pleasure exploding. I will grab your shirt if u have it on. And I will whisper with a roughness of how I myself wanna hear your song. Allow those whispers of pleasure escape your lips. Let those whispers of pleasure send chills down my flow. You will hear it, you will feel it, you will taste it. Its my very own. Roughen the tongue up and caress my all. IF not in my flow than in mouth. To feel your tongue dance ferociously with mine. To feel your passion and desire exploding within me. You know this is not the only way I can create savoury. You make me hungry. Well skilled in excellency is a gift. Make me Scream in melody.

The beauty of a woman’s body, a man’s apparatus, strength and sensuality. The warm touch of two human beings. The exploration of her bosom as he caress it. How pretty! And the flavour of her scan as she unwraps within. I am not trying to sound despicable or rude by expressing this. Its just the wonderful flavours that is built within. Do not abuse it. Its not only the woman that is left pretty but its in the beauty of a man’s manhood that sent rushes within. The masculinity, passion, hunger, naughtyness, wildness and sometimes intimacy wrapped In moments that are just irresitable and alluring. Esp when love speaks a different language translated into physical explosives. The emotions totally mindblowing. Rawrrrrrs within! -grinz- Undress Me!

MEowies!

I will trail you from the beginning to the end
Without missing a beat
Without leaving a spot
Only to not give it to you entirely
But until you are desperately hungry
Grab Me Yet should i still keep ya waiting? ;)

Perhaps I will give in to you
Not when you just want it.
But when you cry for it.

I wanna hear your explosion loud and clear within.

Esp your whispers turning into soundly irresistable rythmn.

Fill Me in .

I won't leave you teased

Lest you asked for it. -grinz-

Storms Sing Over Us

I awoke with a love for storms. As painful as it is. As irritating as it is. As dramatic as it is. It always sang the strength of its all. The intention to never falter our person but to prune our person and shape our characters. Why am I grateful? Cause I see the need for storms. As much as I don’t desire it. Today left me thankful for it. If not for it, I don’t think I will be as strong & capable. Yet I am humbled that being strong is not the answer. But having the character and expressing love is the best song. It’s a challenge and my innermost desire to adopt that very song.

A moment of anger and the tongue goes fleeting. Yet after the simmer I see the meaning and a better way of expressing. Looking back at my last post. I am thinking this. Honest to say, I am embarrassed of my eggs throwing session to spit out in my fit of anger. I know I don’t fancy this yet I did it. How ironic. I am not beating up myself for doing it though. This just tells me one thing. I am human. And I should learn to celebrate my imperfections instead of discriminating it. That of course, does not give me a reason to be evil. I am probably too caught up in perfection in a imperfect world that probably led to living in illusion. How glistening the shine against the glass I see. A reflection. I am purposed.

Its like given a road to walk on with tricky areas and obstacles to cross. And someone to oversee the way you tread through the journey in silence. Once the journey has been prolonged and walked. It was ran through and tips of how you could have handled it is being taught. A lesson learnt. An obstacle crossed. Character developed. You have acquired a new song. The full song is yet to come. Just than, another road invites you to cross. Lol! I am in awe.

Stop Eating the Life out of me. :*(

There are certain things that i hold back to share. And i wondered what are my reasons? Its because i care how people think, say and perceive me as. Oops! i said it. But i felt the reason for a blog. And it brought me back to the fact that i am writing for myself or just to let things out of my system. And somehow I could not help but laugh at myself. For some reason, i was pretty tickled abt that fact.hoo-hoo-ha-ha laughing-at-myself.:P The one thing, it helps at times. Writing has a way of kissing me back at. Bringing clarity, love and some hugging etc. It also brings shit moments. honestly. ha!

Its been a tough week leading onto a weekend. *faints So much to deal with and i am just practically busy. i swing though and i swung well. Was just pretty hurt about someone close to me and wonder why the hell is she acting like that. I am just so sick to go on and on about people who are pretentious, hypocritical, insecure about themselves and just plain ingenuine. I am sorry. But i just can't stand that. I am sticky or perhaps i am just me. Its hard to ignore or kick these people out of ya life when they are knitted to you somehow. Sometimes you just don't need to be all that for people to feel threatened. You know what's the damn ironic part? Its when they are damn beautiful and yet argh!! I guess it sued her ass that a guy we both thought was cute had a thing for me. I was mindful. I asked her if she was ok with it. She was seeing someone. And said oh yeah its fine and everything. And than turned up to just not want him to talk to me at all. The damn thing she only needs to do is tell me she likes him and wants him. I would not fight for his balls honestly.I mean seriously, why hide away and so on?it just makes things frustrating. I was pissed. she was tossing and turning in her words the screws in my head nearly went off. In short, i don't trust her. Yet how dare i say that. There are times i really do trust her. IT comes to these moments that really upset me. Cause firstly, we are close. I mean seriously can you ever figure out a person who says one thing at one time and just acts a totally different thing anytime? Doesn't it make you wonder?

See its not the balls that is hurting this. Its a whole series of things! and finally the balls grew big and gee! i just wanna scream.I am starting to think how can i avoid this or infact just let the strings not be too tight anymore. I am getting sick. And its not a very healthy influence for me.If someone is always picking on something just so she feels good a bout herself. Threatened when someone said woo to you instead of woo to her. Or she checks every minute on your food intake for some reason. Slowly as my silence is being locked away. Its starting to get a little frustrating for me to just act like she doen't have a problem.

Probably is the gap. she is still living in high schools. Feels the pressure to be the best everytime. But than again, can you force something when you are missing it? She feels the frustration when people are trying to be like her. But did i say anything when i feel tat way? Now its all starting to get to me which makes me a high school freak a like as well.I need to find a solution.

And one of my options is loosening the strings. Yet its hard when you see the person alot. Its not like she is a all bad person. She has her wonderful pointers. Its just this part tht sucks the energy out of me and makes me sick. And its upsetting esp when the person is close to you. Its bad energy i am talking about. :( They just say its unhealthy mixing when someone is not helping ya grow but instead eating your soul till you becomes lifeless in their song.


Its really upsetting guys. Ever wonder why people become cripple in their soul?

the thing that make us interesting is being different people and loving the uniqueness of us. The personality etc.sometimes its not really the looks that people are aching about. It could be other parts of ya or even the person that shine inside.

*Hugs my soul* *sheilding my light & song*

Foolish Games

An old flame turns his back and decide to tap on ya back. You turned only to meet his eyes. Generally you just said hi. Old flame talked and started saying words like I love you. First time he said, you didn’t think much of it. Infact, you just shrugged it. Just when you wanted to walk away he repeated the same thing. You raised your eyebrows. You asked, “er..what was that abt? You meant it as a friend or something?” He took a while and replied a long statement that somewhat bottom lined tat he meant it as a friend. Wonder why he bothered to go through that when he could just come straight to the damn point. So I was like ..”ok..you confused me there. Hmm...” Blah blah blah..

Old flame tot I was the one getting married. And came enquiring. Tempted to say yes. But what the hell?!Crap! Just told the truth that it was my cousin instead. Old flame suddenly loosen up as a form of relief and sudden outburst of joy and asked how I was doing. I was like whoa. Within. What was that all about? lol!

He seem to go plitter platter patter abt this and that. That if I get married he wanna be there. And that he wants me to be happy etc etc. And that his mum said hi. And that I should let him know when I am getting married. Etc etc. He is a nice guy alright. But I really do wonder what is with all this? What is his intention swinging here and there. Its been three years going on four since the break up. Puzzles me much. It’s the “I love you amy” that makes these whole conversation awkward. Without it would not even come across as intentional. Perhaps just happy for the well wishes.

Would anyone just say I love you to someone whom they have broken up with? Weird seriously. Foolish games we play.Cause I know I won’t. And he jolly well knows I don’t say those three words lest I meant it. What is this? A damn test to see if I am still keeping him in my heart. This stupid foolish games that people play with words with a feel of speculation. Without an avenue of clear gaze. They prefer to spring out from outerspace. I am not saying tht i don't play these games. i do. Just not in a way that leaves someone hanging unless intentionally perhaps.

Sides, i hear that some guys find some kick in playing games with an ex's or female's mind. Perhaps some ladies too. Just one thing. Watever seriously. u either speak ya mind and rest your soul or just get the hell out. I am not in for another game of hangman. i rather have you hanged.

Leave not footprints when you come by.

Rag up not the past

Drop hints not when you don't want to run

Do me a favour. Speak it loud.

That will make us both a happy person.

If not now, laterz.

I don't like a messed up mind.

I caution!

When It Comes To Shopping...

When it comes to shopping there are a few things I expect in service. I have been accompanying my cousin, the bride to be to shop for some items for her wedding. It was awesome being a company not to shop for me but to shop for the best deal, look and trend in town just for her. Being out of focus feels great esp when you know ya comments matters much.;)

So we’ve been shopping and these week’s focus was on Indian costume. We went to shop for bangles. I am pretty particular as a customer personally. I expect good service. And also the sales person to be at least friendly, comfy or helpful. Or else I would get pretty irritated. I know me. You turn me off and the clothes you offer me turns me off too. Unless it has its own language. Than Gee.. sales person is lucky.:P yeah yeah so maybe I am a little demanding. But I seriously don’t think anyone would really want to buy from a pushy rude and demanding sales person. Shouldn’t it be the other way round? *shrugs Give me the best deal. Offer me a few alternatives. And I will pick the thing that appeals to me. Isn’t that how its suppose to swing? I remember a quote hung around the company that says, ‘customers are always right., Ok I see the point. But I see it further when I am a customer myself.lol.

Why this drama? Went shopping with my cuzzy and entered a shop that was totally disrespectful. Did not give alternatives. And just plain pushy. I tot it was pretty unacceptable. To think we tot it was one of the best shops that could offer us the best products, deals and services. But gee..i was alittle taken aback by the sales person. My cuzzy had in mind to purchase the product but did not due to the missing set that would probably reach around next week. I guess she sees it better to see the new sets in before making a big buy. Than again, to our surprise the lady demanded that we buy her products now. I tot she was pretty rude and big liar. I realized that she was putting up her marketing skill probably thinking that she could sweep up with her rough tone. But too bad. Working in the working world we just felt the swing she was trying to pull. Snap shot turn back. We just told her we would come back pretty much turn off with her attitude. We kept our cool though. That’s the wisest way to move.

While strolling down, we saw another shop selling the same products. We decided to take a peek and see what they have to offer. The service was so much better. So much alternatives. And great prices!! The look is awesome too! What more would you want seriously. I realized that being a shopper I know what I would like as a customer. And the importance of not being a pushy idiot and transparent liar by thinking you can swerve people just by ya stupid tone or facial expressions. Customers will just walk away, possibly with rolled eyes and raised eyebrows. Like whatever.

Another thing abt me when I shop. Esp when I am getting something I am infamiliar with.I like to browse a few shops before I settle for a final deal. There will just come a point when something is captivating. Being a company is awesome. AT the end of the day, what matters is the bride feels the same pinch of good lookingness and also that she looks extravagantly pretty!!;)

Moments You shouldn't Know

Moments when you are left with no choice
But to keep silent
Moments when you have no choice
But to not complete a sentence
Moments when you have to just hear the words
Spoken and not push the button
Moments when you have to feel the cut
Without a hint of sorrow
Moments when you just can’t let your emotions roll
But strengthen your soul
Moments when you have to desperately
Press ya lips together
To not let your feelings show
Moments when you are left to cry
Without a single soul’s know
Moments when you are meant to be alone
Without any song embracing your soul



Let silence caress
Let the tears flow
Cry tonight and be sure to wake up tomorrow
To face the next new road

Just tonight let it rain from my soul.

Reality Bites.

Facing reality hurts. But what is truth is truth and it will not change nor compromise just because you don’t feel the same. There are certain things that can be compromised. Just not every thing.

There is probably an ongoing habit around. The habit to compromise just to make the other party happy. I am not saying its wrong. But it comes across as something as good as unconsciously done or perhaps a natural side that we notice a little later once the darker face shows up. I am not sure which but it falls in either one.

There is just that natural sensing to want to please that special someone. To want to make him happy at the stake of your heart at times. Or even compromise your heart choosing to believe something that is not in your heart. Hence, you hold back words that could jolly well be spoken out cause reality bites! Or perhaps to protect your own heart.

At the end of the day, The truth will always surface up. That’s the beauty of truth. Despite its bites. It never fails to show the fact that its always the winner in its own way many times. As they always say, the truth prevails.

Advice: Rather live with the truth now than forsake it until a later time. Cause it always comes around in its own special way to surprise. Sucks but true. Reality bites. Ouch!

Honestly, writing it, talking abt it, sharing your opinions on it is so easy. But walking it is like weighing your two selves to see the glimpse yet reluctantly wanting to accept the reality. Some prefer treating the heart right now. It’s a temptation that all of us go through. Some prefer to ditch the heart now and taste the sweetest wine when its time. I am not saying that bad wines are bad. Bad ones or a once upon sweetest wine usually paint a clearer picture out and a strong headed person many times. The beauty of the storms in life that prune us.

I find it hard to compromise when it comes to certain things. Especially when its In the expense of throwing myself away just so another person will be happy. I know I won’t last. At the end of the day, I will return to where I belong. I feel for them. I emphatise with them. But yet I’ve learn a lesson to remember myself. Cause at the end of day. Its me, myself and i. I would be doing myself and the other party a favour by hurting now or doing whats best for now.

It’s the hardest thing to do at times. But the best thing to do many times.

Have a good weekend Sweethearts.

Remember to smile..*hugz*

Kiss & Tell

If given a chance to describe myself without any classification. How would I describe myself?

Right now, the things that appeals to describe myself to blogsville is this prescribtion.

I am a box full of secrets.

I don’t tell
I don’t swell
I don’t dwell

I just felt.
I'm a guess.

Perhaps that would be the underlying description to the item itself. A mysterious self.

Now I am interested about ya.

Now given a chance, How would you describe yourself?

Pic: SweetSTickyChewy aka Me

StrumDoms

Love songs that speak of the present may be a better option than love songs that speaks of the past filled with regrets, memories and wanderings of ‘what could have been’ or ‘would have beens.’ It strums your heartstrings to a melody of the past awakening unecessary what ifs and wanderings of the mind. Despite the wonderful music, voices and words that draws us. The bad influence will be when it sent us to a moment where we should not even turn to look back at once.

So yeah things was good. Could have been good. And might just work out some day, somewhere out of the blue. But sitting and wishing that all day? Hello?! It will just be YOUR Loss or your head sitting on the bed, For all you know the other party could have happily moved on with great smiles to fill his/her day. If you think it could have been or would have been someday someway. Than I say, “fine if you say so.” But than again sitting all day, wishing, pondering and dreaming of “the could be someday” would just not make your day, get you a room to stay or even fulfill your say.

So what I am saying here is. Alright fine. So you think someday everything will come to place and he/she might come running back to you. Fair enough. If that’s the way you feel. Than so be it. But that does not mean you have to put your whole life on hold and just brood over it righty? (Thank God for little commitments like jobs and schools that help us going honestly.) I guess that part is really out of our hands. We can’t force a person to come back, love us or even once again be the person they were the last time. People change. For all you know when the person come. You will realise that you just miss the people who were in the relationship the last time. It just might not be the same anymore. Cause now, its just two different people facing life.

And if ever so it is destined that you and your fellow mate be together again. Than God up there will have a way. If not, it will just be you in your endless thoughts of what could have been or should have been. I am not saying you should throw it away cause I understand its not in a finger click that you chase a heartbreak away. What I am saying here is. The ending note to the melody is not in your control. You have no control of that "someday". Cause chemistry just happen. You don’t plan for it and you don’t really work for it. Likewise, if there is really something real. It will happen. If not, you should really count yourself lucky. You know why, it shows he/she is not the best option just the better option. Yup I know. Its not as easy as the way I said it. True! You are so right. Its not. But its possible. So possible to the point of you making it happen.

One thing, just because someone is missing does not mean another relationship will fulfill your day. Jumping from relationship to relationship just to fill a void is not it. It digs a deeper grave. Its coming back to You that will fulfill your day.

All of us are in an endless cycle. If not about love. Its about other things in life. Some things I realise are just out of our control. We have no head or tail about it. But what I know is we can decide to be the head or tail of the situations and ourselves. Some things are just better off left for the higher power to intervene. That does not mean we can be complacent and not work for anything. Yet there is nothing to be ashame about brooding over it. Cause honestly all of us have done it. Its just that some of us have come out of it and see the foolishness of prolonging. Things work differently with different people. But than again, no one has an excuse in getting too caught up with the dreams and vision. Sometimes it boils down back to the fundamentals.

Juz my say.

Rock your world.

Let This Be My Todays'

I am not holding onto the rope too tight. I am letting go as the days go by. I choose not to think of what might and what could be. I am just living my life and my now. Honestly, I am excited towards what is to come. I am excited to face my days ahead. I am excited to also face the bull in the face and turn its horn upside down. I don’t really want to back down. Its like building the spirit of “I DARE YOU’ to lose my gaze. It’s a challenge that runs up and down. For now, I am keeping my gaze and making sure I don’t lose my head.

I fought my battle yesterday. The disappointments and struggles of facing my ways. A drop in my ability that brought me a heartache. I pushed through my day. I pushed through my gaze. It may not be the best in the day. But I knew my heart was in display. I will not allow the little things to crush my say. I pick and choose what is in display. Not everything will cater to my ways. Some are not worth a second gaze. I am still learning this way. To not lose sight of the speech that could sometimes humble my day. And to know which is better off laid at bay. This could be one of the hardest day. : )

Faith. I decided to make it my stay. My only way. There is no other way. This demands a new day, new stay and new way. Stripping off the irons to feel the pinch of my day. I am in display. The encouraging part is knowing I should not be ashame. It feels like I have wrapped a box of mistakes to throw it away. In other words, dump its day. This is just my say.

Stuck and getting out of the mindsets of a certain way. To not give in to people’s perception of things just because they feel it’s the better way. To branch out, spread out and realise there are other ways. One thing I say. Conforming yourself to a certain agenda can sometimes hurt your days by closing up to other forms of new lavenders that could make your day. Comfort somehow do possess a bad aim at the end of the day. Weird but somehow true i feel.

I guess this is good enough to speak my maze. The encouraging part is there is always a way.

A Thorn In The Flesh

She’s a thorn in my flesh
Pushing my button to the left
Testing my patience to the max
Sprouting the hiss of the serpent
To the air

She steals her moment to herself
Steals her freedom in the curl of her tongue
She paints her envy upon her heart
She find her smile in the hiss of her pride
There is not a moment where she can rest
To collide with the good and forsake the bad
She develop itchness each time she rest
She need to hiss before she can sleep with a smile
The serpernt with the watchful eye
The serpent with a sly tongue
The serpent who will not see your day
Till she ill-treat your sunshine
The Serpent who will not rest
Till she hiss her venom out
The serpent who’s nose sniff for the
Little bads forsaking the sight of goodness
She rather hiss than bless
The serpent that needs to be stamped & hanged!
But she stands
There are moments She tempts

An Alternative To My Shopping Fever!

This is funny the problem is I can’t see it but I can sense its population. You feel me?

Isn’t it funny? I shop almost every month and sometimes even twice a month. And yet I still feel like I need to shop more cause my clothes is running out. And for some reason, I really find that weird, funny, abnormal and unhealthy. I sense an alarm within me but yet its all too good to oversee the new outfits that pop in the season. It just seems to seduce me. Now who am I blaming? The non-living thing hanging? It can’t even talk for goodness sake. And me accusing it for whispering my name in loving kindness to buy it. Who am I fooling? I know who! Its mE! That’s not exactly it. The weird thing is me feeling like I am still lacking. I think this shopping fever is heating too much I just need to pause to turn me around. What exactly is causing me to feel that way? Beats me much. I don’t like where this is going. Though I have to admit that the feel of new clothes is plain awesome. I love it but I don’t like the frequency of my spree. I feel like a spoil brat who needs to pull her socks up. Smack her bum! *pouts

Weird feeling that grasp me
Weird feeling that seems to send ‘alarm’ to me

I think its because I forsee a lot of expenditures in the upcoming months that will sit in the position of my shopping sprees. Could it be that I am unconsciously making up for the upcoming lost time by allowing my shopping fever to hit me high time. The feeling is awesome seriously! But the upcoming wedding expenditures, Christmas etc is telling me I need to give the shopping a break and just sit down a while. The inner child is not too happy about it. Haha! Argh! Its high time I just pause for a while till the wedding and Christmas expenditures greets me a Big Hi!! I shall than spend with a big smile!! Yee haw!

Honestly, I feel a little sad going on a shopping strike. That sadness rings a alarm that I am getting too high on shopping fever. I need to take some panadol and ward it off for a while. Sucks but good for my bank account. Muahahaha! Ouch!poutS! cry! but alright!

Strikes are never happy anyways! Haiz!I can't help but pout!:*(

I am actually feeling embarass sharing this little weakness of mine.



Rock on guys!