Friday, July 01, 2005
missing someone?
Have u ever missed someone and feltterrible
because u think tat he/she doesn't miss u?
Missing someone is a terrible but at the
same time,sweet feeling.
U will be sitting around wondering if u meant
anything to him/her.
Thinking if he/she ever cares about u.
Rushing to the phone once it rings
hoping that it'shim/her.
Looking out of the window hoping that
he/she will surprise u by appearing downstairs.
Sitting in front of the television but
thinking of her missing the final episode of your favourite show.
Laying on your bed, thinking of the last time u wen out together.
Thinking of how nice it will be to sit under the stars again,
talking about everything, your dreams,plans, future.
Logging on to the internet hoping to see him/her online.
When u realise that he/she isn't online and did not return your page,
u will start worrying ifhe/she is okay.
Missing someone is a way of growing up i guess.
It exposes u to loneliness.
It teaches u how to cope with being lonely
and let u know that there is actually a feeling known as emptiness.
Sometimes it feels good to miss someone.
U know that u really care and u indulge in the feeling of loving/caring for him/her.
But missing someone and not knowing if he/she is feeling the same is terrible.
U feel as if u are being left alone.
So if u miss someone, tell him/her and let themknow.
At the same time, ask if they miss u.
Don't let the feeling of missing someone become jealousy or paranoid.
If u are the one being missed and u know it,
let the other party know.
if u miss him/her too, tell them.
Don't let them wait.
[extracted from friendster bulletin board]
Sunday, June 26, 2005
When I look into these eyes
I find things no one else ever catches a glimpse at
I see this fear of judgment that makes her cower at confrontation
I see this hopelessness for the future that make her choices her burden alone
I see this desperate need for companionship to make her strong in the savage world of humans
I see this courage caged in her thoughts of inferiority
I see these thoughts of abandonment that make her cling to anything
I see this devotion to her beliefs that makes her fear death
And I hate that the person I always see is me
we all tend to hide our true self from the outside world in order to be accepted. We are never sure what we want to share and what we want to hide. But as we accept it we become more comfortable with ourselves and with other people. We constantly run from our weaknesses hoping that they will soon go away. But I have faced mine and realize I am anything but perfect in this world of savages.
