i'm aching again
i don't know why
you are always that extra mile
that special touch
that unique one
i know to keep you at length
it hurts when you can't see
can't feel
with your heart somewhere else
it's aching again
i thought of those magic moments
butterflies fluttering within
was it just me?
i thought i saw your soul
no...it's just me
you are hurting
i know it since we met
your smile i saw
wasn't meant for me, no
your love i saw
never meant to be, no
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
飛越在夢中
Can anyone remember the first segment of the Mystery series? I can.
And it's not solely coz of Madeline Chu :p it's also coz of the butterflies :(
I know it sounds corny, but I sorta subconciously developed butterflobia from the show...and so did a lot of my friends and fellow Gen-X-ers...
If Mediacorp (then SBC) were to pride themselves on a sucessful campaign, I bet nothing will beat their "develop-butterflobia-in-track-record-time!" initiative :p
Dazequeen just exclaimed over dinner that she's still afraid of butterflies. SL, slightly more immune, cringes only at butterflies so big that she can make out their segments and eyes :-s *grotesque!
Anyway, over the years, I have become more tolerant of them. But I don't think there will ever be a day where I can stand and admire their beauty as specimens..though I should be able to walk amongst flowers as they dance in a pair. Any numeral larger than a pair will probably send me gingerly walking away - unless of course Madeline Chu is in the area :D
PS: I can't find lyrics to 飛越在夢中...is it already obsolete? Maybe I should email MediaCorp :p
And it's not solely coz of Madeline Chu :p it's also coz of the butterflies :(
I know it sounds corny, but I sorta subconciously developed butterflobia from the show...and so did a lot of my friends and fellow Gen-X-ers...
If Mediacorp (then SBC) were to pride themselves on a sucessful campaign, I bet nothing will beat their "develop-butterflobia-in-track-record-time!" initiative :p
Dazequeen just exclaimed over dinner that she's still afraid of butterflies. SL, slightly more immune, cringes only at butterflies so big that she can make out their segments and eyes :-s *grotesque!
Anyway, over the years, I have become more tolerant of them. But I don't think there will ever be a day where I can stand and admire their beauty as specimens..though I should be able to walk amongst flowers as they dance in a pair. Any numeral larger than a pair will probably send me gingerly walking away - unless of course Madeline Chu is in the area :D
PS: I can't find lyrics to 飛越在夢中...is it already obsolete? Maybe I should email MediaCorp :p
Sunday, October 07, 2007
Getaway
Came across a link on short trips in US...
http://www.theshadydell.com/index.html
Looks cool...but def not on a summer day :p autumn would be just nice ;)
http://www.theshadydell.com/index.html
Looks cool...but def not on a summer day :p autumn would be just nice ;)
Monday, October 01, 2007
My 5
I have always envisioned Heaven to be a place without pain, without suffering, without hurt.....without earthly love. I have been told that we would all have a mansion of our own in Heaven. I have always envisioned that I would be lonely if I ever got to Heaven.
What if the love is so strong that it follows me to Heaven? What if I never learnt how to let go?
What if I were to meet my loved ones, only to have them leave me again?
"When he moved his head back, she was old once again, the web of lines beside her eyes, the looser skin beneath her chin. She smiled and he smiled, and she was, to him, as beautiful as ever, and he closed his eyes and said for the first time what he'd been feeling from the moment he saw her again: "I don't want to go on. I want to stay here." When he opened his eyes, his arms still held her shape, but she was gone, and so was everything else."
Love is not about how thin you should be, love is not about how pretty you look next to me, love is not about how well you fit into my arms.
Love is about how you continue to look good in my eyes, love is about how close we are even when we remain silent, love is about how I know you like your eggs done....love is about how comfortable we are just spending time together.
"With her, he wanted only time - more and more time - and he was granted it, nighttimes and daytimes and nighttimes again."
Time does not work against love, it works with love. As time goes by, love simply takes on a different form. Even when I can no longer see your smile, or bring you food, or tousle your hair. When senses weaken, memory becomes my partner.
"Life has to end, Love doesn't"
What if the love is so strong that it follows me to Heaven? What if I never learnt how to let go?
What if I were to meet my loved ones, only to have them leave me again?
"When he moved his head back, she was old once again, the web of lines beside her eyes, the looser skin beneath her chin. She smiled and he smiled, and she was, to him, as beautiful as ever, and he closed his eyes and said for the first time what he'd been feeling from the moment he saw her again: "I don't want to go on. I want to stay here." When he opened his eyes, his arms still held her shape, but she was gone, and so was everything else."
Love is not about how thin you should be, love is not about how pretty you look next to me, love is not about how well you fit into my arms.
Love is about how you continue to look good in my eyes, love is about how close we are even when we remain silent, love is about how I know you like your eggs done....love is about how comfortable we are just spending time together.
"With her, he wanted only time - more and more time - and he was granted it, nighttimes and daytimes and nighttimes again."
Time does not work against love, it works with love. As time goes by, love simply takes on a different form. Even when I can no longer see your smile, or bring you food, or tousle your hair. When senses weaken, memory becomes my partner.
"Life has to end, Love doesn't"
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