shaking in the season of farewells
a fleeting flower
everyone is walking while looking for
the same warm wind
encounters flow with the sky
under the misty clouds
just like the overlapping hands of the clock
it's slowly going around
if you are the hour hand
then I am the minute hand
while we show the same time
we pass each other countless times but we will meet again
even if our pace is different
if the future we see is the same
it is all right we can start
from the same place again
if the hour hand stops
the minute hand will stop
sharing the same pain
will suddenly turn to joy
everyone will only have one moment, one second, one time
which cannot be rewound
living without hesitation
searching for that encounter
that one person can say that one moment, one second
i am glad we met.
sanctuary
|11/27/2008 12:23:00 AM|
-Ok back and continuing my part 2-
I generally think that, I'm really making a fool out of myself?
My incapability to command my languages well, my lack of general knowledge and pretty much saying that I'm lacking in the areas that i dire to possess.
It didn't turn out well. I wasn't able to portray myself and articulate myself well.
I'm not rich, I don't own a car, I'm stubborn and I'm pretty much a sensitive guy.
I wish I could be that little bit more likeable and accepted. A little more good looking. Have a car.
Apart knowing all these, I also know that I'm deeply in love with someone, someone that i have never felt towards before, someone that I can't imagine how wonderful she is till she is here. Wrapping her in my arms, I ever told myself this: "I better treasure every single second that i possibly will ever have with her. Having you my baby, in my arms, I will never make you cry. Having you in my arms, I will protect you."
And this is how it goes. Protecting you. Loving you with everything I have. I even started to miss her even though I'm with her. Baby, she might not be the most prefect women nor the most prettiest in everyone's eyes, but she is every single bit of that to me. Gorgerous, Sweet, Funny, Adorable, and Special.
I love her, i REALLYY DO, but everytime, when we are out, when we are waiting for bus or "public transports", i can't help to think that I'm quite a shit. Having to let my love wait for a bus for so long and still having to stand in there for the journey makes me sick, seriously. Seeing the cars zooming pass me everytime makes my heart a very small one, hidden somewhere deep within.
-to be continued-
sanctuary
|11/23/2008 09:35:00 AM|
Its funny how things can be bizarrely wrong when you are out alone.
sanctuary
|11/22/2008 03:10:00 PM|
1 day, 5 hours, 1 gym, 1 book, 30 pages, 2 coffees, 1 mall of people, 4 texts, 3 calls, 1 bouquet of flowers, 1 dinner, 2 ATMS, 10 napkins, 1 album, 8 astores, 3 toilets, 4 expressos,
Ending tonight
One heart,
One Love,
One trust.
1 lonely 2 companion, 3 trouble.
One too early,
Two just nice,
Three too late.
sanctuary
|11/07/2008 09:42:00 PM|
Its been awhile, a little while of fresh,
You, you have no clue what it is like to be next to you.
This is the words from the woods of love.
Try to forget once in a while being with you,
missing you is harder.
Rainbows, singing its song.
Pain is peeling,
this is a fresh, fresh feeling.
Love blue orange white skies above,
doing love, done love,
lighting up your way,
make a safe bet,
you g'na get what you need.
Birds singin its song,
circus doing it show,
heart doing love.
sanctuary
|11/03/2008 09:37:00 AM|
woohoo... F1!! my dream is finally fulfilled...ticket cost 1400 dollars..my gosh...faints.. but well..i get to sit at the pit grandstand! haha...thanks ! this is my best birthday present!
sanctuary
|9/27/2008 11:20:00 PM|
What's love?
Love is Silly. It's about knowing that others judgement and how others think of you no longer stands in the roots of your heart. Only She matters.
Love is a Brave. It's about being there to shelter and wanting to protect, injuries and hurt, emotionally and physically, no longer stands in your way. All you ever will find, is caring for her and her heart.
Love is Selfish. It's about wanting to be that everyone she ever needs. Consultant, Best friend, Lover, Teacher, Superhero, Comedian. Wanting to be the multi-role character she ever gonna need. So that revolving around her, making her priority.
Love is a Service. Being there for her. Be her customer-service. Be her every complain listener. Be there to solve her problems, to bring smiles to her face. It's a 24/7 job. Never closes its door for her. Never opens for anyone else. Providing all sorts of help she ever needs.
Love is Bias. You no longer see facts as it is. She becomes everything. Her laugther will be the brightest in the world, no other is better. She becomes the only jewel in your eye. Everything you do and see, will be added and filthered with love.
Love is Heartship.
Love is Commitment. An enduring commitment. A commitment to do all of the above. A commitment to make her happy. A commitment towards her.
A Loving Commitment.
sanctuary
|9/03/2008 11:26:00 PM|


