at 8:37 PMOrdinay people become extraordinary when their talents shine through. I'm in love with the piano and vocals in John Legend's song. =)
at 6:31 PMMany times I think I've lost battles that never began... or those I didn't have the courage to finish and fight for with all I had. And these are the times when I feel the utmost regret, and the thing that disturbs me the most is that they should be long forgotten and not remembered. But the fact that I surrendered too fast bites me at every chance it could. What is it about things we wish we could change but we couldn't? What is it about the past that should make them remain what they were and nothing else? And could you honestly say that you tried all you could, gave all you can, but it just wasn't enough? And you hear those resounding words over and over again, saying: it just wasn't the right time. So.. "would I be out of line if I said I miss you?".
at 1:26 PMAnd these are the moments when I start to weigh the pros and cons of setting up a new Friendster account. I don't like having to go through the hassle of editing my profile and looking for pictures to post, adding old friends, new and lost friends again and again and again even though I do it anyway... And the part that strikes me so awkwardly is how the familiarity of seeing the faces of the people I love make me sad when I shouldn't be. The faces of these people tell stories to be remembered, memories that make life beautiful. And I speak as if I've lived 80 years when I'm not even 20... ...And I think the reason why I love and hate Friendster at the same time is because it allows me to feel vulnerable, like its hitting my weakest spot until it's tender enough to break. Everytime I see all those faces, I'm reminded of how in a week, month or year, there are only a select few who've actually asked how I've been and my incessant hankering for one, just ONE anything-under-the-sun conversation lingers like a stomach pain that won't go away... ...And then again there's that one person who makes me feel young and makes me feel alive more than anybody else. Everytime he picks me up at 11:30 at night, my tiredness from work disappears when I see his loving, sleepy eyes. And when he told me tonight I really missed you., that was all I needed to hear to make things right. I love you, my PaoPao.
at 1:14 AM
