Wednesday, 11 April 2012
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Felicitously
Love is when you jolly well know all the peculiarity of that one person but choose to continue being with her.
Love is when you could be so darn annoyed but still, refuse to leave.
Love is when you can turn a blind eye and see no faults despite the blaring mistakes.
Love is when you become courageous, to step out of one's self centeredness, to protect someone else wholeheartedly.
Love is when you become genuinely happy because of someone else's happiness.
Love is when physical distance doesn't equate to the distance of the hearts.
Love is when without that one person, the world feels depopulated.
Love is when you feel like you have everything in the universe.
Love is when you know you are safe, when you devotedly give and receive.
~
D.
Tuesday, 20 March 2012
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Pabst blue ribbon on ice.
The scissors cut out the best parts,
Cherry blood kisses stained them lips.
Snap them while its hot, bite it when its not.Add me cause my twitter page is boring, twitter.com/nodreamdoll
Saturday, 10 March 2012
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2 for the.
You said I was the most exotic flower
Holding me tight in our final hour
I don't know how you convince them and get them, but
I don't know what you do, it's unbelievable
And I don't know how you get over, get over
Someone as dangerous, tainted and flawed as you
One for the money, and two for the show
I love you honey, I'm ready, I'm ready to go
How did you get that way? I don't know
You're screwed up and brilliant,
Look like a million dollar man,
So why is my heart broke?
You got the world but baby at what price?
Something so strange, hard to define
It isn't that hard boy to like you or love you
I'd follow you down down down,
You're unbelievable
If you're going crazy just grab me and take me
I'd follow you down down down,
anywhere anywhere
Saturday, 11 February 2012
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Oh no, you didn't.
Ok I camwhored. Playtime misery.
I think I shall indulge in serious alone time by watching my recent addiction from an accidental discovery of the taiwan drama series 'Material Queen'. It has this amazing ability to make fairytale junkies cry.
I thought I had so much time but its only 11 days before I head back to aussieland.
Ah, honey you being tied in your honey jar.
Sunday, 29 January 2012
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'Oh you know what it takes to set you free'
Ok so I'm going through the 'moving-on' stage. I'm one that can totally submerge myself in another world and disregard the current universe if I wanted to.
It's called self-protection mode. It is not particularly commendable but it helps. So yeah, I'm a noob here.
A breakup from my first relationship. All this mixed feelings of familiarity yet distant, bittersweet, maybe not so sweet kinda emotions could really be taxing on the brain and I'm beginning to feel it.
I admit the other times when we broke up and patched, I never really had this feeling. A part of me kept my heart open and slipped you chances, albeit unknowingly but willingly. All those times I didn't really let go, though my words said the opposite. I wasn't ready but the pride, stubbornness and rashness got in the way.
This time somehow I got enlightened, I woke up. I stopped being selfish and I stopped allowing myself to be trapped in this endless circle of meaningless hurt.
In my vulnerability, I once told you, even after you hurt me so deeply that I want to leave, but I couldn't, I couldn't leave you.
And perhaps you took for granted that I will always come back to you no matter what happens. But really this time is different. I learnt my lesson, hard and I really got too tired of it all. I'm pretty sure you are too.
We were great but our time is up. Let it heal for I wish us the best.
Live and let live. This is the first real breakup of my life.
I'm going to be strong, Let's move on.
Monday, 09 January 2012
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I couldn't find a better man to let me go.
Little girl,I don't know why you stay
If I had a feather for every time Daddy said that
I could fly away.
Old habits, are so hard to break
It'd be a shame to stop now that
I started to make really good mistakes
I don't know why I must ask,
for the forbidden fruit
I saw the snake in the grass,
but I had bitten too soon.
My heart breaks in a heartbeat
And you storm me when you come and go
Taste of, something, so sweet
Should have, warned me
'Bout the undertow
I couldn't find a better man to let me go,
I couldn't find a better man to let me go.
-Undertow
Tuesday, 03 January 2012
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Number 20.2
One of the few times I changed my FB profile photo to one taken with a considerably unfamiliar face and suddenly I am bombarded with questions from friends and strangers alike.
No, there is nothing I'd like to hide or display to the world, neither is it a declaration that requires substantial explanation.
Life has its ups and downs and I do not ask for more.
2012 is a new beginning for many though unfortunately for me, has not much of a significance other than the change of number on the date.
The past year was a turmoil. So much to learn from and so much I have grown to be.
I only want to be a better me. A stronger, independent, caring and wiser person. One that does good not only for others but also for myself.
I wish I could always be sure of what I want, to not waiver to many tempting circumstances.
You.
"She always looks around the room. It speaks of nothing but hard edges on perfect furniture. The door closed slowly encasing the place with rolled-up blinds, seeking a scenery so taunting.
Its early, but its late and she took a deep breath. Its the same musky smell she has grown accustomed to as her wandering fingers traced evidences of her existence. Was she gone and clean forgotten? Or has she never left this humble home of a heart?
Her revisit never felt so intriguing when time and again the invisible force snatched her away, ever so rudely, from this place. A little disheartened when there weren't traces she thought she left to be found. Like how Hansel dropped crumbs to lead his way back home, she had done the same. But all that was hanging were displays of disparaging moments, busking in her lack of presence.
'He was always the visual child, so what happened to the Polaroids of sunshine when happy was their middle name?', the question replayed like the last words of a letter.
Today the answer arrived.
He had brought them along with him, to his locker, where he rests, alongside with his heart and locked away safe, with all her love, and her touch.
~~~
Monday, 12 December 2011
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Lonely like a satellite.
Can anybody hear me?
Or am I talking to myself?
My mind is running empty
In the search for someone else
Who doesn't look right through me.
It's all just static in my head
Can anybody tell me why I'm lonely like a satellite?
'Cause tonight I'm feeling like an astronaut
Sending SOS from this tiny box
And I lost all signal when I lifted up
Now I'm stuck out here and the world forgot
Can I please come down?
'Cause I'm tired of drifting around and round
Can I please come down?
I'm deafened by the silence
Is it something that I've done?
I know that there are millions
I can't be the only one who's so disconnected
It's so different in my head.
Can anybody tell me why I'm lonely like a satellite?
'Cause tonight I'm feeling like an astronaut
Sending SOS from this tiny box
And I lost all signal when I lifted up
Now I'm stuck out here and the world forgot
Can I please come down?
'Cause I'm tired of drifting around and round
Can I please come down?
Now I lie awake and scream in a zero gravity
And it's starting to weigh down on me.
Let's abort this mission now
Can I please come down?
So tonight I'm calling all astronauts
All the lonely people that the world forgot
If you hear my voice come pick me up
Are you out there?
'Cause you're all I've got
And tonight I'm feeling like an astronaut
Sending SOS from this tiny box
And I lost all signal when I lifted up
Now I'm stuck out here and the world forgot
Can I please come down?
Tuesday, 15 November 2011
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Whisper it in my mouth.
When I single out a favourite song, I play it on repeat. I then break down the song into the instruments being played. Listen to them one by one and then piece them back when I feel like it. Its amazing how I love to completely block out the lyrics or main melody to concentrate on the drums or the percussion.
I get emotionally high when a song happens to have serious chord progressions or additional instruments secretly coming out of nowhere, just make it sound even more majestic. So far, I only found one person who can appreciate these kind of crazy-ass sound waves in a song which people don't usually hear or single out and he is 92.4fm Symphony's music director. I miss having someone around like that to share the highs of music with me.
Today I sourced out my favorite part in my recent favorite song. 'The one that got away' by Katy Perry. I loved it not just because of the lyrics and the melody, but also the way she sang it. I've got to admit the lyrics totally blew my mind and I, being a pussy, cried so many times over it. Then today, besides hearing the significant drum beats and piano/keyboard melody of the song, I advocated the 'bridge' to the string orchestra.
Listen to "All these money cant buy me a time machine" onwards. How the string orchestra comes in and the cello bass-ed the background which actually created alot of suspense. It then led up to the violins which came in louder and louder and eventually exploded in the aftermath of the song. It was really pretty epic. I cant stop smiling. I appreciate it so much. I appreciate all these talents that put these music together. Songs don't just top the charts just cause they are nice and sung by famous people. They are painstakingly put together and created on multi-layers to produce the best effect possible on people's ears.
Oh god I sound like a geek. Cant really believe I'm having these written down. But I hope someone can understand what I mean. I really love these, I wanna share it with someone.
I hope you get what I mean.
Friday, 04 November 2011
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Bleeding hands, weapon of destruction.
On crowded grass,
Hideous trees, falling leaves, setting sun.
In a hollow house,
Gasping air, shattered glass, tainted hearts.
On my instrument,
Tied knots, strumming beats, an estranged melody.
In deep waters,
struggling moves, faint thoughts, a drowning soul.
On an avalanche,
thinning breathes, launching depths, our hide and seek.
It was a romp.
Your truth and their dare.
You created your own rules & your rules sucked you whole.
Think before you move, for you may never move again.
Dana
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