"What does that means - 'tame'?"
"It is an act too often neglected." "It means to establish ties."
"To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. Any you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique to all the world..."
"Please - tame me!"
"I want to, very much," "But I have no much time. I have friends to discover, and a great many things to understand."
"One only understands the things that one tames," "Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy things all ready made at the shops. But there is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship, and so men have no friends any more. If you wan a friend, tame me..."
"What must I do, to tame you?"
"You must be very patient," "First you will sit down at a little distance from me - like that - in the grass. I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings. But you will sit a little closer to me, everyday..."
"It would have been better to come back at the same hour," "For example, you come at four o'clock in the afternoon, then at three o'clock I shall begin to be happy. I shall feel happier as the hour advances. At four o'clock, I shall already be worrying and jumping about. I shall show you how happy I am! But if you come at just any time, I shall never know at what hour my heart is to be ready to great you...One must observe the proper rites..."
Out of boredom, i read the book for the second time, a book for children. Having thought that i am not the little girl I used to be anymore, I proved myself wrong. This time, the lines mean so much to me...
x
I nearly thought it's a spam at first, as i saw your name appear in the Inbox. Randomly two lines, but i have no hint of what's behind. I decided to pretend as i didn't see, just like how you have pretended to be nice to me.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Can't Think Of A Title.
Omg i neglected my blog for weeks!! Is it a good sign that i have nothing much to complain in life or could it be that i suddenly lost the ability to express myself? I guess it's the later one.
I think I become more materialistic the older i am, all my problems now revolve with money money money. Okay I'm shallow i know but don't deny the fact that money is the key to a comfortable lifestyle. How can your soul be contented when you're starving? I actually calculated how much I spend in a month and the number comes out to be freaking scary. Can anyone tell me the fastest way to get rich? Maybe i should just sell myself off, wtf. Or should i sell my blood like him? I don't want the shit t-shirt give me money!
I think I become more materialistic the older i am, all my problems now revolve with money money money. Okay I'm shallow i know but don't deny the fact that money is the key to a comfortable lifestyle. How can your soul be contented when you're starving? I actually calculated how much I spend in a month and the number comes out to be freaking scary. Can anyone tell me the fastest way to get rich? Maybe i should just sell myself off, wtf. Or should i sell my blood like him? I don't want the shit t-shirt give me money!
x
Obsession of the moment:
Money.
Nail art. I don't like to keep long nails and can never keep my mani/pedi for more than a week but wtf who cares i just like it maybe i can do it for other people and make money! I freaking need sponsorship for nail art course, anyone? Sponsor me and get life long free mani/pedi.
Curling my hair. Okay, and Mr. Engineer's hair. Maybe i can do it for other people too and make money??
Some random pictures of my and Mr. Engineer, omg we're sooo self absorbed taking photos non stop anywhere anytime. Maybe we can join 'the most self absorbed couple in the world' contest and win some prizes.
In the room.
In front of the mirror.
On the bed.
In the car.
In the club.
In the karaoke.
Watching F1.
Shit i think this blog entry is too shallow until i cannot tahan. Let talk bout something deep.
Saturday, March 08, 2008
Shelter.
We share a bond
You and I we belong
We're like coffee and morning trains
You strip my defenses
I catch your pretenses
The same blood runs through our veins
I swore I'd be your lifeline
Made a vow that I'd surround you with love at every milestone
I'll listen when nobody gets you
I'm still standing in your corner
Waiting by your door
You don't have to be alone
Those unspoken, they already felt it into my heart.
I thank you for their understanding, support and love.
Being simple ain't easy, it needs so much courage.
But being happy, it simply need the warmth of your hug.
You and I we belong
We're like coffee and morning trains
You strip my defenses
I catch your pretenses
The same blood runs through our veins
I swore I'd be your lifeline
Made a vow that I'd surround you with love at every milestone
I'll listen when nobody gets you
I'm still standing in your corner
Waiting by your door
You don't have to be alone
Those unspoken, they already felt it into my heart.
I thank you for their understanding, support and love.
Being simple ain't easy, it needs so much courage.
But being happy, it simply need the warmth of your hug.
Thursday, March 06, 2008
Monday, March 03, 2008
我只在乎你。
Packing
Unpacking
Packing
Unpacking...
This is what I've been doing for the previous 8 months. And the coming 7 years perhaps. Packing and unpacking up my emotional over and over. It's not easy to handle, when things happen in just a flip. For a second i feel hyper, next I'm lower than the ground. Then I'll take time to get over from the massive impact. Sometimes i feel numb, sometimes i can't hold my breath. This is worse than any cardio diseases. I can die.
I saw your face through the glass, asking me to smile. My tears kept dropping down. The few words in the mobile screen seemed to be denser than my heart. I forced my face muscles to make a smile. And you left. Flashback of the past 10 days, memory overload. The uncertainties of the future, where from and where to...I couldn't draw a crystal clear line. Your voice singing
任时光匆匆流去
我只在乎你
心甘情愿感染你的气息
人生几何能够得到知己
失去生命的力量也不可惜
所以我求求你
别让我离开你
除了你我不能感到一丝丝情意
Chinese oldies kill me.
Unpacking
Packing
Unpacking...
This is what I've been doing for the previous 8 months. And the coming 7 years perhaps. Packing and unpacking up my emotional over and over. It's not easy to handle, when things happen in just a flip. For a second i feel hyper, next I'm lower than the ground. Then I'll take time to get over from the massive impact. Sometimes i feel numb, sometimes i can't hold my breath. This is worse than any cardio diseases. I can die.
I saw your face through the glass, asking me to smile. My tears kept dropping down. The few words in the mobile screen seemed to be denser than my heart. I forced my face muscles to make a smile. And you left. Flashback of the past 10 days, memory overload. The uncertainties of the future, where from and where to...I couldn't draw a crystal clear line. Your voice singing
任时光匆匆流去
我只在乎你
心甘情愿感染你的气息
人生几何能够得到知己
失去生命的力量也不可惜
所以我求求你
别让我离开你
除了你我不能感到一丝丝情意
Chinese oldies kill me.
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