love is so short, forgettin is so long

we fought. we argue. we shout. we yell. i hate you. vice versa. then i think of the happy times we had. it just surpresses the anger in me. just you, being there, laughin at my mishaps, and me laughin at your cynicism. play with your hair, and pretend to pull it out. you kiss me, i push you away. you roll over, i secretly want all of you. huggin me, listenin to my deepest secret and not judgin me meant the world. i love you more than anythin. Even though you’re the laziest person i know and sometimes i really want to punch you. i get excited about you. and i still do. moments before you arrivin in front of my office. minutes seemed like hours. i wonder how people complains bout bein bored of the other. you love somebody and then you don’t love them anymore. but if you really love somebody, you'll always love them, don’t you? isn’t there always some small part of you that reads their horoscope in the paper everyday?


sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to somethin or someone the more it wants to get away. you feel like some kind of criminal for havin felt, for havin wanted. for havin wanted to be wanted. it confuses you, because you think that your feelins were wrong, and it makes you feel so small because it's so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn't come back. you're left so alone that you can't explain.

i couldn't convince you that the blue you see is the same blue that I see. i'm more of a dreamer. you're prone to reality. reality means that the world isn't a dream and you and I really are happenin at the same time, even if it's not in the same place. that this is real. you're really there. i'm really here. we're real. this is real.

"He tells me I look as if I could use a hug and I laugh at him and he ignores me and steps forward and puts his arms around me and hugs me. I warm at the simple pleasure of human contact and for the first time in a long time I actually feel good." - James Frey.

wishful thinkin.

i'd call myself lucky if you'd even remember my name.

idk what to say

and that's the thing about people who mean everythin they say. they think everyone else does too. they are just words, and they may not make sense to me, but they are yours. they belong to you, they are what you feel. they come straight from your heart. you try to talk to me, but you don’t know what to say. you are afraid i don’t want you to say anythin. so you didn’t. but inside of you there are words waitin to come out. and tell me how you feel - like how i love you despite my broken heart. but those words may forever stay heart-locked inside. sometimes i wonder if there are words locked inside me too… you’ll never know.

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we all have the potential to fall in love a thousand times in our lifetime. it's easy. the first boy i ever loved was someone i knew in form five. the last boy i love will be someone i haven't even met yet, probably. they all count. but there are certain people you love who do somethin else; they define how you classify what love is supposed to feel like. these are the most important people in your life, and you’ll meet maybe four or five of these people over the span of 80 years. but there’s still one more tier to all this. there is always one person you love who becomes that definition. it usually happens retrospectively, but it happens eventually. this is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of these loveable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. the person who defines your understandin of love is not inherently different than anyone else, and they’re often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really, want to love someone. but that person still wins. they win, and you lose. because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else.

baby boy

today marks the birth of an innocent and cute baby boy - born 34 years ago LOL. who?

*drumrolls*




the owner of the left hand side's cacated hand which ruined the heart shape =P this is the first birthday of his for me. and all i want to say is..

(partly expressed in FB) and....

i can’t put a price on our memories, which we don't have much anyways, but i can make them better by addin a few more to the pile. happy happy birthday, bee. (^3^)

xoxo. ❥ nee

the kisses alone don’t work

"there are two ways to reach me, by way of kisses or by way of the imagination. but there is a hierarchy: the kisses alone don’t work." -Anais Nin-


i am a person that has high highs and low lows. i am always growin emotionally and I'm very aware of everythin that i go through and that I experience personally. i'm always learnin somethin about myself, whether it's a good or a bad thing, that i need to work on. a lot of things make me sad. sometimes it's almost easier to be sad. but you do end up finding a balance and i think that as i get older i am learning what i can do for myself to make me happy.

always behave like a duck. keep calm and unruffled on the surface, but paddle like hell underwater.

anticipation leads to heartbeats, heartbeats lead to hope.

and then my soul saw you and it kind of went "oh there you are."

my heart keeps tellin me hold my breath. you'll never learn a thing if you bail out now.

wait. but don't wait too long. work hard. but don't forget how to play. sing loudly. but don't learn all the words. wonder. but not so much that you lose yourself. read magazines. but read more books. love.

when I put my arms around him, i felt the blushin blood run through my cheeks and an eeriness surrounded when his tongue began to speak and said, "you are beautiful."

this is how it works :: you're young until you're not. you love until you don't. you try until you can't. you laugh until you cry. you cry until you laugh. and everyone must breathe until their dyin breath. no, this is how it works :: you peer inside yourself. you take the things you like and try to love the things you took. and you take that love you made and stick it into someone else's heart. pumpin someone else's blood. and walkin arm in arm, you hope it don't get harmed. but even if it does, you just do it all again.

you’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. and you feel like you’ve done somethin terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. you’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re tryin not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feelin, and you’re tremblin, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart takin root in your body, like you’ve discovered somethin you don’t even have a name for.

laughter is the best medicine lol

Aries & Scorpio Romantic Compatibility

When Aries and Scorpio come together in a love match, it can be the kind of relationship where they both wonder how they ever managed apart. Both Signs love power and they can achieve just about anything -- as long as they learn to share the spotlight. Scorpio is very focused; once they set their sights on Aries, Aries is most likely powerless to resist! Scorpio has a deeper and more complex devotion to this relationship than does Aries.

These two Signs tend to engage in heavy, heated arguments. Their connection is highly passionate and often argumentative, because both partners have jealous tendencies. Scorpio tends to be more patient, but is also more possessive than Aries - and can lash out with that Scorpion sting when their feelings get hurt. Despite their differences in emotional involvement, both partners love risk and taking chances, this is not a boring relationship. Aries and Scorpio can have lots of adventures together. They may have trouble understanding one another - Aries is a true extrovert, totally up-front and open, while Scorpio is more inward, emotional and, at times, manipulative. Sometimes a truce is necessary to keep things running smoothly!

Aries and Scorpio are both ruled by the Planet Mars (Passion), and Scorpio is also ruled by Pluto (Power). When two people with Mars's energy come together, it's like two soldiers on a battlefield - they're either allies or deadly enemies. Mars also represents passion, so Aries and Scorpio tend to have an exciting time together (both in the bedroom and out of it!). Arguments are normal in such a challenge-oriented couple - and making up is definitely something to look forward to! Pluto adds extra intensity to this dynamic.

Aries is a Fire Sign and Scorpio is a Water Sign. These two elements can be a great combination if they work together, combining emotion and physical action to get things done. Scorpio is a strategist, and can help Aries slow down and learn how to plan battles before jumping into them. Aries teaches Scorpio to let go and move on when their efforts are thwarted. However, Water can also put out a Fire, and Scorpio's tendency toward emotional manipulation has that effect on Aries - it's too much Water dampening Aries's enthusiasm. Conversely, too much Fire makes Water evaporate away; when under emotional stress, Scorpio can become vindictive. It's essential for Aries and Scorpio to work together, not against one another.

Aries is a Cardinal Sign and Scorpio is a Fixed Sign. Aries can teach Scorpio about spontaneity - doing things just for the experience, rather than always having an agenda in mind. Scorpio can help teach Aries to stabilize and finish things rather than always jumping into new projects without completing what's already on the table. When they can understand that they're both loyal and devoted to one another, they can both be the boss - Aries as the initiator and Scorpio as the emotional leader.

What's the best aspect of the Aries-Scorpio relationship? The power of their combined forces. They're both winners and they won't give up, making theirs a relationship that never settles for second best.

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me love unicorns

yesterday we were discussin' on the new upcoming local horror movie - KRU production, Karak and it's urband legend. am lookin forward to watch it in the cinema, love the suspense but boyfy wasn't interested. btw that's not my point of this post today.

it suddenly striked me on something horrific but funny in a way..there's a dumb story that i remembered when readin Great Teacher Onizuka manga. well it goes like this..Onizuka was tellin this story to his students...
this is a story I had long time ago from one of my older friends in my gang. it was a warm day, right in the middle of a rainy season. i think it was in Yokohama’s Isezaki neighbourhood. there was a rumour that there is a dumpling shop sellin dumplings made out of human meat. the owner of the dumpling shop said that the last person who bought it screamed out loud, but the buyer did not care and still bought the dumpling. Yeah so he, as in he bought it…

but…when he entered a dark alley, he suddenly felt like there is someone followin him. he turns around, there was nobody there. he got scared so he opened his box of dumpling. When he opened it, one of the dumpling is missin. then he heard a voice sayin “in the beginning, just one wasn’t enough”. he was really bothered by that, so at the next corner he opened that box again, and there is one less dumpling again.

So, the guy finally scared and started to rush home. he finally calms down, and opened the box, but this time for some reason, two more dumplings was no where to be seen. he got freaked out and closed the lid one more time, with an attempt to open it again. when he did that - nothin… not a single dumpling at all. all of it disappeared.

he became terrified, and when he opened the lid one more time to peek in he realized that all of the dumplings were actually stuck on the top of the box lid.


wtf roflmao!! it'd be funnier if you read the actual manga. xD have fun! it's episode 21 and name of the epi would be something like "the steamed dumpling fear".

skyscraper with dynamite on every floor

things break all the time. glass, and dishes, and fingernails. cars and contracts and potato chips. you can break a record, a horse, a dollar. you can break the ice. there are coffee breaks and lunch breaks and prison breaks. day breaks, waves break, voices break. chains can be broken. so can silence, and fever. promises break. hearts break.

it's not that i like breakin down. i wanted to be strong. deep inside, i know that someone's got to be the tough one, so that you all don't have to be. folks who are tryin to be kind would rather do it with macaroni and cheese bake than any personal involvement. you hand off a servin dish and you've done your job. no need to get personally involved, and your conscience is clean. food is the currency of aid.

facebook is supposed to be a social network, but the truth is, most people i know who use it spend so much time online tweakin our profiles and writin graffiti on other people's walls or pokin em' that we never leave our computers to actually socially interact. people who didn't talk about their problems got to pretend they didn't have any. people who discussed what was wrong, on the other hand, fought and ached and felt miserable.

when you showed someone how you felt, it was fresh and honest. when you told someone how you felt, there might be nothin behind the words but habit or expectation.maybe it did take a crisis to get to know yourself. maybe you needed to get whacked hard by life before you understood what you wanted out of it. families were never what you wanted them to be. we all wanted what we couldn't have: the perfect child, the doting husband, the mother who'd let us go. we lived in our own grown-up dollhouses completely unaware that, at any moment, a hand might come in and change around everythin we'd become accustomed to. maybe that's what we do to the people we love. we take shots in the dark and realize too late we've wounded the people we are tryin to protect.it was one thing to make a mistake. it was another to keep makin it. i knew what happened when you let yourself get close to someone, when you started to believe they loved you; and fcuk, you'd be disappointed. depend on someone, and you might as well admit you're goin to be crushed, because when you really needed them, they wouldn't be there. either that, or you'd confide in them and you added to their problems. all you ever really had was yourself, and that sort of sucked if you were less than reliable.

i told myself that if i didn't care, this wouldn't have hurt so much. surely that proved that i was alive and human and all those touchy feely things, for once and for all. but that wasn't a relief, not when I felt like a skyscraper with dynamite on every floor. when you don't have what you want, you have to want what you have. love wasn't about sacrifice, and it wasn't about falling short of someone's expectations. By definition, love made you better and good enough. it redefined perfection to include your traits, instead of excluding them.

people always say that, when you love someone, nothin in the world matters. but that's not true, is it? you know, and I know, that when you love someone, everythin in the world matters a little bit more.