She likes me...she likes me not?!

I realized that pretending nothing happened or not knowing the score must seem like a total cop-out, but I'm at my wits' end and just couldn't stop taking a skeptical attitude with regard to her feelings on me.Why mustn't it be above suspicion? Shouldn't I read between the lines on that sms she'd sent me earlier? Or am I over sensitive?

I've thought and thought about everything so much, and I've reached the agonizing conclusion that both will always remain as best buddies –just like we first acquainted back in the school days. Somehow, I couldn't be totally blunt and honest with her. The plain fact is that we're well suited, either in interest or thinking –but certainly not in terms of a relationship. There's no point in trying to make a situation work which is obviously not meant to be.

I guess the best way is to let things drift on and on as if nothing really does happened...

When I Was One-And-Twenty

When I was one-and-twenty
I heard a wise man say,
"Give crowns and pounds and guineas
But not your heart away;
Give pearls away and rubies
But keep your fancy free."
But I was one-and-twenty,
No use to talk to me.

When I was one-and-twenty
I heard him say again,
"The heart out of the bosom
Was never given in vain;
'Tis paid with sighs aplenty
And sold for endless rue."
And I am two-and-twenty
And oh, 'tis true, 'tis true.



【A.E. Housman (1859–1936)】

yum-yum

Last night, I almost oohed and aahed as I discovered the abalone delicacy, cooked by my mum, and its aroma filled the kitchen. I’ve always loved my mum’s cooking; she never afraid to experiment with new flavours and recipes, a trait that has not been either passed down to my sis or me.

la vita e bella

I adjusted my mind this morning, to the fact that it’s time to turn over a new leaf. I showered and dressed comfortably in my casual blue jeans and a plain T-shirt.

I made a face at my reflection in the mirror. Ye gods, I looked ugly! I’ve a coarse complexion, my lips are slightly chapped and my hair is a disaster – haven’t taken any haircut since last May. Well, first thing to do is to go for the hairdressers and pray they could squeeze me in.

Guess I need to be off on a break, too. Having to put everything aside – including writing my blogs as a matter of routine, and take great pleasure in browsing Kinokuniya bookstore, catching the latest movies, swimming in this hot weather, etc.

After all, life is beautiful (la vita e bella)!

Dying...oh so slow

For death will come to each,
And the brave will care not so,
For I do not dread my death,
It's just the dying... oh, so slow.

For each man must face his demons,
Look the devil in the eye,
Recall the mistakes that made him,
Then surrender and say goodbye.

But how can we define the sum of us,
After a life of sixty years,
Is it the love received or given away,
Or the conquering of all our fears.

No! Life for me meant loving,
To escape in your sweet embrace,
To feel again your loving touch,
And to see your stunning face.

With you... life moved too quickly,
For we had no time to grow,
So I'll ask God for one last wish?
And that's to die... Oh, so slow.

A Friend Like You

There's lots of things
With which I'm blessed,
Tho' my life's been both Sunny and Blue,
But of all my blessings,
This one's the best:
To have a friend like you.

In times of trouble
Friends will say,
"Just ask... I'll help you through it."
But you don't wait for me to ask,
You just get up
And you do it!

And I can think
Of nothing in life
That I could more wisely do,
Than know a friend,
And be a friend,
And love a friend... like you.

I ask myself

I ask myself
every day
why am I so nice
why am I this way
it does nothing
but stab me in the back
rips my heart outand gives it a wack
nothin but pain
comes from being nice
it's happened once
it'll happen twice
one day
I'm gonna stop being sweet
I might even turn
just down right mean
but I doubt I will be that way
I'll always be nice
every day
and be myself
and give away my heart
again and again
and once again be torn apart!