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Saturday, June 12, 2010, 6:48:00 PM
blessed are the hearts that can bend; they shall never be broken.
the greatest irony of life is loving the right person at the wrong time,having the wrong person when the time is right and finding out you love someone after the person walk out of your life and sometimes you think you're already over a person but when you see them smile at you, you'll suddenly realise that you're just pretending to be over them just to ease the pain knowing that they will never be yours again. For some they think that letting go is one way of expressing how much you love the person. Most relationship tend to fail not because of the absence of love; love is always present. It is just one was being loved too much while the other was being loved too little and as we all know that the heart is the center of the body but it beats on the left. Maybe that is the reason why the heart is not always right. Most of ten we fall in love with the person we think we love only to discover that for them, we are just for past times, while the one who truly loves us remains either as friend or stranger.
Here's a piece of advice:
let go when you're hurting too much,
give up when love isn't enough
and move on when things are not like before.
there is someone out there who will love you even more,
surely then,
you will know true love.
POSTED BY SHAZ
Thursday, March 18, 2010, 2:40:00 AM
what is love?
sometimes you just wonder,sometimes you just needed an answer.
unknowingly the answer came.
not a definite one,
but something that is close to your heart.
something you might hope for.
what is love?
love is friendship.
without a bestfriend,
there is no love.
without love,
there is no bestfriend.
(quoted from hindi movie; kuch kuch hota hai)
what is love again?
being able to set one free,
and wait till they return.
if they do,
you know they were,
and will always be yours.
for the last time,
what is love?
being able to restrain yourself.
seeing the one you love with someone else,
feeling your heart ache,
knowing they could be so near yet so far.
holding your love back,
for it is not returned.
one wish.
POSTED BY SHAZ
Saturday, February 13, 2010, 1:18:00 AM
FATE
okay so yeaterday was a fateful and lucky day for me.after school went to meet up with dear shooting people. my awesome friends! ok so i was on the mrt when my phone died and i had no idea where they were apart from at far east.
to cut the story short. initial plan was to watch movie at cineleisure at 4pm. they were at far east so i went to orchard to find them there. but hell i had no idea exactly where cus my phone died. i was unreachable and ALONE! i kinda panic. it was almost 4pm ok so i was torn whether i should go far east or wait for them at cine.
being lost dat day, i went the long way to far east through the patterson link. and here i missed my FIRST CHANCE. i saw my new classmate amirah. i could have stopped her ask to switch sim card for awhile to call but i only said hi and few other words but not the smart plan. ok so i continued walking until i reach far east.
took a turn or two and it was already 4pm so i decided to leave for cine cus i really thought they would be there alr waiting for me.
this time before exiting far east i was praying damn hard to god for help and then comes my SECOND CHANCE. i saw muhammad! my saviour. used to be from temasek. i finally told him what trouble i was in then he lend me his phone. damn lucky.... but before anything charis came by.... she's my shooting girl but not the one i was suppose to meet. she called the rest for me and lucky enough for me that firstly they were still at far east eating. secondly i did not leave far east for cineleisure cus thirdly the movie was at 4.30 and it was at LIDO INSTEAD!
moral of story is that
a) charge your phone to full battery before going out
b) memorise your friends number
c) pray to god cus he will be there for you
i am certainly a damn lucky girl today.
POSTED BY SHAZ
Monday, January 18, 2010, 1:25:00 AM
. . .
well this is what people usually do when it is new year or maybe a day before. i suppose it is not too late. 2009 has not been very satisfying for me or should i say down the hill kind of feeling. 2010 a new year and i shall make it up the hill. growing
mature. the transition from 17 to being 18, have not been an easy one. life's a roller coaster. hell of a ride for myself and many others. emotions running high and only those significant could tell while others watch from the surface. ignorant. with that i hope 18 would make me different. the better difference.
cherish
like i always say friends walk in and out of your life, only true friends will stay. i am glad that every school that i went, i have that bunch of beings that i could turn to and rely on and i am really glad that they remain as the few constants in life. that few constants do really play a big role in my life. they are important. i may need so many of them. just a few of them will do. a few sincere and honest ones.
surprises
only god knows what life has in store for you. what lies ahead. however not everything will come to you as a surprise but when they do come it may either be a pleasant or a not so pleasant one. i believe in destiny and fate that leads to many surprises.
POSTED BY SHAZ
Thursday, January 7, 2010, 1:17:00 AM
i gotta feeling
Love is like tug of war - it hurts so bad to hold on, but for some odd reason, you just can't seem to let go.I don't know why we all hang on to something we know we're better off letting go. It's like we're scared to lose what we don't even really have.
That was the thing; you never got used to it. You never got used to the idea of someone being gone. Just when you think you've accepted it, someone points it out to you and it'd hit you all over again.
Being able to survive a failed relationship and a broken heart doesn't mean it was ever okay.
To myself and anyone who's constantly feeling vulnerable: you need to have a little faith, not everyone you love is going to leave you.
(Above is taken from bits and pieces of runawaytrain.tumblr.com pieced together)
so be it new or old wounds, sometimes it will never really cure. i suppose old wounds were meant to teach us lessons but somehow some lessons just have to be taught over and over and over again before it finally sinks in.
"If i had a snowflake for every time i thought of you, we’d have a really white Christmas." — Charlie Brown
Saturday, January 2, 2010, 1:39:00 AM
define
i was looking through an old diary of mine and here goes ...
* love the heart that hurts you,
but never hurt the heart that loves you.
* true love does not come by finding the perfect person
but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.
* if you love someone,
set it free.
if it comes back, it was, and will always be yours.
if it never returns, it was never yours to begin with.
* love is what makes the ride worthwhile.
* true love never lives happily ever after,
true love has no ending.
* there is no mistaking love when you feel it in your heart.
* love fails only when we fail to love.
* love is friendship set on fire.
* love is the giver, not the gift.
* to be loved, be lovable!
* absence sharpens love, presence strengthens it.
* what lies behind us and what lies before us
are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.
* you love simply because you can't help it.
* love is like a war,
easy to begin but hard to end.
Thursday, December 31, 2009, 11:00:00 PM
broken hearted
hey you. this is how u should be thinking. it doesn't end just there...walk the road and be strong :)
Once I loved
I wonder where it all went
Lonely and brokenhearted I sit my life spent
It cost me everything
It left me all alone It has robbed my dream
Tears streaming like a river down my face
my entire world so misplaced
All my strength is gone and yet...
like a trooper I carry on
Wiping the tears from my face
unlike the love from my heart
that I cannot erase
Brokenhearted and all alone
still I journey on...
and I wait for the time
that I will again feel strong...
and I will, again feel strong.
ps: this is what you should be telling yourself
Sunday, December 27, 2009, 2:30:00 AM
secrets and love
i don't know why but i just feel the need to blog this.dont't even ask me why i've been holding myself back from blogging. perhaps i was just too caught up with other things in life.
speaking of which i shall dwell into the idea of secrets. some say a secret is better when it is shared by 2 or more, to others it could mean that it is no longer a secret. well it depends on the person individually. personally a secret to me means something that nobody else know but you yourself. something that can never truly be shared. where no one can ever imagine or even think about it. something that would never cross others mind but stayed within yours. many of us have dark dirty little secrets.
love. a beautiful word on its own. i just love the word LOVE itself. when i first saw that word and got to know of the meaning, i just felt that it looks like what it means. simply LOVE. sometimes in life, our love is unheard cause they've never been told and it remained just that. sometimes you wish for miracles to happen with regard to love. however sometimes they say that love is watching from afar. letting that loved one go with their choice while you stand there and watch them from a distance. you can't tell whether your heart is swelling with happiness or shattering. oh well only time will tell. and sometimes you just wonder if one will know of your love without your confession.
Saturday, November 7, 2009, 12:21:00 PM
someone
“Wait for the person who pursues you, the one who will make an ordinary moment seem magical, the kind of person who brings out the best in you and makes you want to be a better person. Wait for the person who will be your bestfriend, the only person who will drop everything to be with you at any time no matter what the circumstances, for the person who makes you smile like no one else and when they smile, you know they need you. Wait for the person who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats and a t-shirt, but appreciates it when you get dressed up for them. And most of all wait for the person who will put you at the center of their universe, because that’s where you belong.”
-tumblr
Monday, October 12, 2009, 8:57:00 PM
those eyes
sometimes when our eyes meet,i cant tell what it means,
or what is the underlying feelings.
why do you often make me feel this way.
is it just me?
or is it us?
i can barely tell
for what lay ahead of us.
not once,
not twice,
nor thrice have i observed
that our eyes often meet
on the crossroads
and intersections
where we could only pass each other
and utter no words
if only those eyes of yours could whisper to me...
i could only wish.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009, 3:57:00 PM
crossing paths
"When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths, we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant we'd be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing." Haruki Murakami (Sputnik Sweetheart)
Sunday, September 6, 2009, 8:20:00 PM
what it means to move on.
I’ve never understood the reasoning for someone to “move on” from a relationship. It’s not like you are really going to “move on”. You are just trying to tell your heart to stop thinking about that person all the time, until it finally becomes a routine and you don’t notice it anymore. That is, until you see that person again, with someone who isn’t you, and then you have to remind yourself again.
thanks tiqqs, it was a nice one and
i happen to like this one alot.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009, 9:23:00 PM
"You know what I think?" she says."That people's memories are maybe the fuel they burn to stay alive. Whether those memories have any actual importance or not, it doesn't matter as far as the maintenance of life is concerned. They're all just fuel. Advertising fillers in the newspaper, philosophy books, dirty pictures in a magazine, a bundle of ten-thousand-yen bills: when you feed 'em to the fire, they're all just paper. The fire isn't thinking 'Oh, this is Kant,' or 'Oh, this is the Yomiuri evening edition,' or 'Nice tits,' while it burns. To the fire, they're nothing but scraps of paper. It's the exact same thing. Important memories, not-so-important memories, totally useless memories: there's no distinction--they're all just fuel."
— Haruki Murakami (After Dark)
but i do still feel strongly for memories... hmm...
Tuesday, September 1, 2009, 10:57:00 AM
storm
"Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step. There's no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That's the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You'll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.
And once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about." — Haruki Murakami (Kafka on the Shore)
Monday, July 13, 2009, 7:50:00 PM
itchy itchy ya ya cha cha
2 days mc, oh what heaven.rashes making me itch all day long here and there.
feeling like a monkey with all the lice.
hahah. well not exactly that bad.
it's been 3 weeks.
i went today and my doctor is finally in.
she saw my rashes and she only uttered one word.
VIRUS.
i asked how come, again she said,
VIRUS.
that was indeed helpful.
was given pills, cream and a box of tea bags.
yes tea bags. now ill have to burden my mama.
she will have to boil hot water and put the tea bag in to prepare me for my bath.
every bath.
im sorry mama...
thank you so much and i love you.
she will never complain,
unlike how much i would do so sometimes when she ask me to massage her and everything.
bad bad girl.
the most unawesome part would be the injection.
the doc, "girl, are you scared of needle?"
i went through blood donation so i thought this wouldn't be so bad.
i was like ooohhkay, and i asked where?
"ON YOUR BUTT"
i was like "whuuuuuuut?"
i want to heal fast so i didn't complain.
and after all it wasn't so bad. hahhaa.
first time. whoo!
and below was what my dear sheeka said when i told her i got that injection.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA seriously? Hahahaha so the doc saw your cute butt? Hahahaha ala cute nye. Get well soon ok!"
hahaha. cute eh!?
and thanks to my cuppycakes girlfriends in mjc that wished me well.