Foolish game

The game of love.. is like a duo dancing. You take a step forward, then ur partner moves back a step. When your partner forward his step, you then go backwards one step. When one or both gets tired, that's when the game ends.. or it means leaving you to dance alone.

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Faith and Morrie

Rides.. I can take long rides. Picking a secluded spot so that i can pretend my existence was dust. Either sinking into my book or scrolling through my ipod looking for something that suits. There. From this moment always comes into my head. Facebooked into mine by Faith.. The only song that makes a heart beat like a heart. I miss her. So much.

Tuesdays with Morrie. I haven flipped more than 5 pages of the book. Yet its like i knew the front and back of it. Morrie was Faith. If in a non-fiction tale. Morrie says without love, we're birds with broken wings. Faith says, we're all love birds with broken wings. Only thing her sense of humor came along with every wisdom.

So i sat at work, sneaking few more sentences from the book. Then i started to trace back to moment i got the book. From the man who over tan and got burnt from the sun. These should be all that's in my head. I can't blog properly now.. would. come back. with a good story. I hope.

Picture perfect

A smile is a curve that set things straight

Secrets

Secrets are like soft heads. Designed to tumble through your body, tends to stay in you, which means a surgeon has to cut you open in another place, to get the sucker out. In this case. Time was the surgeon. Time decides for you when to free those secrets. And that is when you found someone who can join hands with that right time.

I took this what's your true fear survey last night. I would never have suspected alone was to be the result. Never ever. Yet when i further read the description, the words just became an old friend. A very old friend. Like it knew me more than i do myself. But then again, how could it be alone? I thought i like alone. I could, i would, i might, just want to be. Why can't dissapointment be the first or death.. But death was the least. More of zero percent. Which is very true. Well surveys don't matter anyway..

When i was young

I didn't know.. till now that i've always been living with a devil.. I'm 20 now.. which makes this denial about 16 years old. I don't know how i feel or how i should feel. You know.. always believing people can't really be that bad.. would you know.. But this permenant realization like a personal time machine brought me to my first acquaintance with this devil. I was 5 yrs old. I stood by this particular row in this wonderland.. looking at the price tag. $79.90. I was madly in love with what came with it. A mammoth doll-house (more of a baby elephant now). My mind was playing. Directing. Constructing the many scenes i can involve my Barbie dolls in. Then i focused on the numbers beside the dollar sign again. Too expensive. But the devil bought it. He paid off the evil demeanor children usually presume on a stepdad. That was the first meeting.

I had forgetten i hadn't ate anything until evening. Wow. I am actually capable of that. I am on my 3rd coffee now. Nice. Back to my book. Whole truth. And i learnt something~ why waste time discovering the truth when you can so easily create it? This is nice.

Best movie ever made.

Sweet dreams are made of these

Right. 3rd day of 2009. While drafting this, the tv plays Memoirs of Geisha. If i could i would want to feel how its like dressing up as one. That maybe one of the to do things this year and travel. Yes. Travel. Still saving up for the HK trip in March. I read every page of the National Geographic Travellers series. Santorini, Greece being the 23rd most rated countries would still be top on my imaginary list and then comes Perugia, Italy.. a country where you can find love..chocolates are in the package. Like the Baci (kisses) chocolates, when u peel off the foil, you will see a slip of paper and on it prints one of shakespeare's love quotes. This would be next time. I hope.

Its now. The day to begin with another entire unknown year. The day i recollected those gold memories. Nostalgia battles serendipity. Faith's departure that has an ingrown hole in my heart. They say everything happens for a reason. Purpose is still waiting in its space. After only 3 hours of sleep yesterday, i was picking up used candles at the spa. My feet was singing. The soles are scratched. My mind lost in the midst of classical love songs. But the night was good. It was good right Donna? That aside, i've met one, only one weird person so far. Not counting the guy who offered free drinks and asked "Are you a dancer?" I can dance. I am good. I smile.

Walked passed Bugis street with Dan earlier. The entrance that promises a cloudy stench and yes, rude people who steps on ur feet and pretends their shoes are innocent. But i had to go there. Only to one shop. Then i saw an old fashion desert machine that makes Magic ice cream. Machine was nice. Iscream is one problem.

Ps: Night Coffee and peppermint tea. I like it.