Thursday, August 28, 2008

Do you?

We've always hoped for difficult times to pass faster. The common phrase of how one wished tomorrow will come sooner, so you don't have to continue or face the bad day you're having now.

But what if the bad day, are days? And never seem to cease?

Do you just shut your eyes and silently pray for a saviour? Or simply turn around and seek for another light, or the slightest sign that signifies the beginning of the end of those endless dreadful long days?

Or do you just grit your teeth and put up a smile, even if its fake, and face the rest of it like everyone else?

Of course, you're always allowed to rant, to complain, to curse as much as you like, if it really helps with all those bypassing, why not? But does it really?

Or do you actually try and accept everything? No matter unpleasant, how forceful you have to be, how difficult it is to even look at it, yet you brace yourself with courage and go for it?

You move forward, you looked back once in a while, and stopped for a second to ponder on that very quest you took.

You hesitate, perhaps a minute too long. To continue the route you chose? Or to go back?

What if you can't? That once you left, there is no return? Whether because its a one way road, or simply because you can no longer make the effort? Even just to take a few more steps?

It's depressing.

Yet, when we can, did we?

Did you? Perhaps you should now?

Monday, August 11, 2008

And I fall in love with you =)

Frank Sinatra: My Way

And now, the end is here
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full
I traveled each and ev'ry highway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way

Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do and saw it through without exemption
I planned each charted course, each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall and did it my way

I've loved, I've laughed and cried
I've had my fill, my share of losing
And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way,
"Oh, no, oh, no, not me, I did it my way"

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught
To say the things he truly feels and not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows and did it my way!

Yes, it was my way

Tuesday, August 05, 2008


It's weird. How it felt, how it came, how it happened, how every tiny little pieces fit yet it still broke. And can it be rescued?

Doesn't seem like it.

But then again, how does one save a damsel if she likes her distress?

You try and try and try to ran away from it, to hide, to bury everything, just so you can escape from the fugly reality.

For one second, you did. Everything was perfect.

Nothing seems impossible. Even the stars shine twice brighter and is actually within your reach.

But when everything goes back to normal, when the black sky turns reddish from contamination, when you can't even locate Mars on a gorgeous night, everything came crashing in.

The darkness that never ends, the reality you try to forget, the life you tried so hard to live, the face you try to ignore, every tiny little sad perk came chasing you down the road right after you re-emerged from under your bed.

Yes, it was safe, it was fun to hide from those pointy fingers and blood-starring eyes and for once, let go of yourself from all those tight grasps that was suffocating you.

Yet, when you returned from the little escape, instead of feeling better, or even breath easier, you realise, the world is darker than the one you left earlier, reality seems more uglier and those problems you tried so hard to diminish seems to be a few steps closer to you then they were before.

So what if you ran? You still have to come back one day, for better or worse.

No, its between bad or worse.