Isaac,
I love being your jewel.
August 29, 2008
August 22, 2008
I think about you-
The faint fragrance that still occasionally wafts from your jacket is very comforting and calming, even though I know it is just the fresh scent of recently laundried garments. But still, the subtle fresh warm, clean smell that catches my nose now and then again, in the cool morning air newly awakened, in the hours which are still dark and only lighted up by streetlights and moon perhaps, reminds me of you even more poignantly, and there is something about this cologne that calls me to trust you amidst all this uncertainty, tell me it is okay, that you are there, still there, steady and stable in your own way, especially when it comes to me. And at this time, that is nothing less than what I need, nothing more than I could really want.
I think about you often.
The faint fragrance that still occasionally wafts from your jacket is very comforting and calming, even though I know it is just the fresh scent of recently laundried garments. But still, the subtle fresh warm, clean smell that catches my nose now and then again, in the cool morning air newly awakened, in the hours which are still dark and only lighted up by streetlights and moon perhaps, reminds me of you even more poignantly, and there is something about this cologne that calls me to trust you amidst all this uncertainty, tell me it is okay, that you are there, still there, steady and stable in your own way, especially when it comes to me. And at this time, that is nothing less than what I need, nothing more than I could really want.
I think about you often.
August 17, 2008
I feel like a little girl
Trying to conquer the whole wide world
Everybody wants a piece of me
And I just don't know where to turn
I've got work piled up to my head
All I want to do is jump into bed
And wash away my troubles with lemonade
Play hide and seek with the boy next door
Take a trip to Singapore and
Imagine how I'll make the world a better place
Chorus:
All I need is a good disguise
One where nobody can recognise
That I'm feeling so small
All I need is a secret weapon
I've gotta have faith
Zapping monsters into outer space
I'm gonna be a Superhero
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-
Yeah
If I were a little girl
Trying to clean up the whole wide world
I'd kick the bad boys back to school
Teach them fighting's just not cool
I'd give every kid a teddy bear
Turn starving people into millionaires
Break glass ceilings with dynamite
Sprinkle a little sugar and spice
Turn the bullies that terrorize
Into pink poodles that bark, but don't bite
[Chorus]
Little Superhero Girl
Little Superhero Girl
Save me
Little Superhero Girl
Little Superhero Girl
Save me from myself
I feel like a little girl
Trying to conquer the whole wide world
(written by: Corrinne May Ying Foo)
August 13, 2008
For the first time this year I hold myself and cry without seeking him.
It's time to stop because, somehow, ironically and amazingly enough, it is immature.
Did you not say I was no longer a kid? That's true, and yet, I'm still not fully grown, and really, neither are you fully, even if you think your wings hardened.
Can you wait? Will you wait? But oh, these questions are senseless in the face of reality and change - it is unfair to me and to you, when there is still so much to see, really, really, so so much to see, and to find out, about me, about you, about the world, education, society, interaction.
The future is once again filled with uncertainties, more so than ever; the questions have burst like a flood, put together and becoming even more destructive than it already was with the blend of adult's perspective.
But, sweet your attention has been, the sweetest, dearest, most precious ever I have tasted for now - but perhaps I've let myself get carried away, too much of a good thing is bad, too much sweets are bad, perhaps I've gotten myself a little too drunk on with this half-delirious wine of closeness.
What I'm trying to say is - it was not a mistake, it never was, it was a beautiful beautiful thing that I am glad for.
The longing is once again strong in the heart, but this time it is tempered with pain - and I feel it again, pain going to the very center of my heart, not just a mild dull ache or weary heaviness, but a real, very real, pain.
And I cry, and cry.
But I'll stop.
It's time to stop because, somehow, ironically and amazingly enough, it is immature.
Did you not say I was no longer a kid? That's true, and yet, I'm still not fully grown, and really, neither are you fully, even if you think your wings hardened.
Can you wait? Will you wait? But oh, these questions are senseless in the face of reality and change - it is unfair to me and to you, when there is still so much to see, really, really, so so much to see, and to find out, about me, about you, about the world, education, society, interaction.
The future is once again filled with uncertainties, more so than ever; the questions have burst like a flood, put together and becoming even more destructive than it already was with the blend of adult's perspective.
But, sweet your attention has been, the sweetest, dearest, most precious ever I have tasted for now - but perhaps I've let myself get carried away, too much of a good thing is bad, too much sweets are bad, perhaps I've gotten myself a little too drunk on with this half-delirious wine of closeness.
What I'm trying to say is - it was not a mistake, it never was, it was a beautiful beautiful thing that I am glad for.
The longing is once again strong in the heart, but this time it is tempered with pain - and I feel it again, pain going to the very center of my heart, not just a mild dull ache or weary heaviness, but a real, very real, pain.
And I cry, and cry.
But I'll stop.
August 11, 2008
I believe,
the knots in all of our hearts can be unravelled.
Or, at the very, very least, it would, somehow, become a bit less twisted, a bit less complicated. And when that time comes (believe this, no matter what, always) we'll be able to see it for what it is; a little knot that may hurt, yes. Sometimes a lot, sometimes,absolutely, absolutely, wrenching… But it cannot compare, it can never compare to what shall come - the greater, the sweeter, the more wonderful. The multitude of joy and delight, blessings and new loves that lie ahead; the gorgeous rainbows with a thousand prismatic hues; the most beautiful song of child’s laughter, and music; the lessons you learn which would teach you, and teach you well, how to look upon your past with a kinder gentler, more comfortable and understanding eye.
And when that time comes, we'll learn to breathe. Easier. And the pain will ease, and it would not matter if it hurt again – for it will fade away after,
always.
When you realise that, that time, that day, that second, that moment, shall be when the magic of miracles gently alighted on your shoulder and gave the gentlest of breath unto you before flitting away again. And you’ll never be the same – the realisation will always be with you, and the mark, the trace of magic shall always linger, glowing like the most precious jewel. And you will come across people who have realised it too, who you can exchange a look and smile of empathy. And you will come across people who don’t understand, and you shall help them, and lift them you will.
When that time comes, you will give thanks and be glad, for all the bad memories, however bad they were, for, without them –
You would have never made it here, right now.
So sing, shout, make a stand! There have never been more opportunities than where you are, right now, with all kind of possibilities ahead of you.
the knots in all of our hearts can be unravelled.
Or, at the very, very least, it would, somehow, become a bit less twisted, a bit less complicated. And when that time comes (believe this, no matter what, always) we'll be able to see it for what it is; a little knot that may hurt, yes. Sometimes a lot, sometimes,absolutely, absolutely, wrenching… But it cannot compare, it can never compare to what shall come - the greater, the sweeter, the more wonderful. The multitude of joy and delight, blessings and new loves that lie ahead; the gorgeous rainbows with a thousand prismatic hues; the most beautiful song of child’s laughter, and music; the lessons you learn which would teach you, and teach you well, how to look upon your past with a kinder gentler, more comfortable and understanding eye.
And when that time comes, we'll learn to breathe. Easier. And the pain will ease, and it would not matter if it hurt again – for it will fade away after,
always.
When you realise that, that time, that day, that second, that moment, shall be when the magic of miracles gently alighted on your shoulder and gave the gentlest of breath unto you before flitting away again. And you’ll never be the same – the realisation will always be with you, and the mark, the trace of magic shall always linger, glowing like the most precious jewel. And you will come across people who have realised it too, who you can exchange a look and smile of empathy. And you will come across people who don’t understand, and you shall help them, and lift them you will.
When that time comes, you will give thanks and be glad, for all the bad memories, however bad they were, for, without them –
You would have never made it here, right now.
So sing, shout, make a stand! There have never been more opportunities than where you are, right now, with all kind of possibilities ahead of you.
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