Bliss Is:

Watching from a distance, the silhoutte of an important someone you have not met for what seemed like eons.

Waiting on the World to change.

I, like any other human being would like to believe that life is what you make out of it.
However, there seems to be moments that reaffirm that there is no way one can evade the inevitable.

Life, seems to happen with some kind of predetermined design manifesting as it unfolds.

What apparently looks remotely possible might just become a reality one day as if that were the only thing to have happened anyway.

"..so we keep waiting
waiting on the world to change."

- John Mayer

On ne change pas..

A thought that crossed my mind while I was trying to get the web cam to function today:

I've noticed that when we talk to someone with the means of the internet or technology rather - the flurry of messages, voice conversations which I've begun to use a lot more of late, many times I am oblivious to the fact that the person is not really there.

It's fascinating how every facet of emotion can be conveyed so easily.
They know by the tone of your voice if you’ve had a bad day, sleepy because they can hear you yawn, coughing, giggling, even smiling or tearing with the help of a camera.


And yet, despite the culmination of countless technological innovations to diminish distance, you forget the endless kilometers between your own and the other’s fingertips… eventually all of it comes rushing back… He’s not here.


It’s just the keyboard. You’re merely communicating with plastic-wires attached, electricity running through copper, that’s it.


Ever wondered how it becomes so easy to forget what we don’t want to realize?


On ne change pas

On met juste les costumes d'autres sur soi

-Celine Dion

What we are given

We did not ask for what
we had already received:
Time, desire, guilt and loss.
What we know about the self

Is what we have promised ourselves
to believe before doubt sets in.
Eyes take apart each other’s faces
to find nuances

That mirror us. Look at the woman
At the far table. Or the man peering
Out the window without loneliness
How unlike are we

On the inside? Here you are, happiness
Parked somewhere on the way here.
Why not now? Why not bring
That cooling coffee to your

Lips this instant for a sip
This moment all you
May ever have followed by the next and
Then the moment

After that? Save its heat in
The cup of your hands. Smile
A little to yourself for what
You have not lost

Love your life.
- Cyril Wong

...was lounging around in Starbucks, facing Val and Natu on the couch opposite.
caught sight of this poem on the wall behind them, couldnt help reading it over and over again..just had to take it down. Any interpretations and further analysis most welcome. =)

for being a woman.

5 mins to the end of a physics lecture.. I looked up at the clock ticking away..

Next class: P.E

Darn! That sadistic P.E teacher. How am I going to avoid this torture...

So i sat a little distance from the field, hugging my knees to my chest as tightly as possible. My tummy was doing way too many somersualts, a sorta knotted pain just below my belly. This had to be the worst. Being a woman can be such a curse no?

Mr T: S, so why havent you started on your warm-up run around the field...?
Me: erm.. I'm not feeling all too well.. *(in my mind: basically, it's one of those days... I hope you understand)*
Mr T: Well, you might want to get to it right away unless you want to run a few extra rounds young lady!
Me: err.. yes ofcourse.* dont you get it? I'm in pain.. excrutiating pain.. and yeah I'm bleeding too! something you'll probably never experience ever in your sad male- life!*

..As I started a slow jog much to my discomfort, I looked at the bunch of guys in front of me and thought.
So what if men had periods... just imagine, the constant looking over your back rather surreptitiously, having to avoid wearing white shorts/trousers, dashing for the restroom every now and then... and not to forget the unbearable pain and the moodswings.. now wouldnt that be a joy to watch. What say ladies? * wink*

Whoever said women are the weaker sex? Well, think again.

I swear it all over again.

" I don't know where to start", I muttered, breaking the deafening silence between us...

"Just start anywhere." He turned back to gaze at the waves crashing the shore mercilessly.

The sky was a dark grey; the sun setting, almost disappearing, an aura of orange surrounding it.
There wasnt a soul at the beach that evening, unlike the usual hustle and bustle.

"Why do I always have to...?", I stuttered, stifling my tears but to no avail.

" I just want you to be happy.",he said looking at me directly.

I could barely see the contours of his sharp boyish features, a wisp of hair above his broad forehead neatoly tucked in not a strand out of place, dreamy eyes and full lips, all too familiar. It was getting dark. The air, still and full of uncertainty.

"You're just taking the easy way out, aren't you?", I asked, slightly irritated.

" I really don't know." he said looking at the ground now at the fallen leaves around our feet.

Tears filled my eyes, couldnt hold them back any longer. I closed my eyes and let the soft breeze
brush against my face. It was slowly gathering momentum.. a sudden gust of wind followed..as i swallowed more tears...

I continued to look back at his handsome face, desparately searching for answers.. a sign atleast. He continued to look down.

" There has to be another way."

"I wish there was too.." he replied, evidently crestfallen.

" I love you?" I managed to whisper.

" You said something?"

" No, I didnt."

A radio was blaring somewhere in the distance, barely audible but a tune I was acquainted with... I smiled at the bitter-sweet memories:

'Cause I never wanna see you cry
I swore to you my love would remain
And I'd swear it all over again...'
- Westlife

" I'm afraid..." I started again as the music faded away

" ..afraid of..?"

" I'm afraid of the dark, Will you hold my hand?"

"Sure" , He said as he squeezed the palm of my hand.

I was glad i could'nt hear a clock ticking, I didnt want to. Time has to come to a standstill.


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