Love Is In The Air

You know how people always say that when you're in love, you see the world through rose colored glasses? It can't get any truer than that.

Looking at the world through rose colored glasses,
Everything is rosy now.
Looking at the world and everything that passes,
Seems of rosy hue somehow.
Why do I feel so spry, don't wink your eye,
Needn't guess I'll confess, certain someone just said yes.
In a bungalow all covered with roses, I will settle down I vow,
That's why I'm looking at the world through rose colored glasses,
Everything is rosy now.
Oh yes, I'm looking at the world through rose colored glasses,
Everything is rosy now.
Looking at the world and everything that passes,
Seems of rosy hue somehow.
Why do I feel so spry, don't wink your eye,
Needn't guess I'll confess, certain someone just said yes.
In a bungalow all covered with roses, I will settle down I vow,
That's why I'm looking at the world through rose colored glasses,
Everything is rosy now.
Yes, everything is rosy now.

~Frank Sinatra~

Follies of Youth

Perhaps I was mistaken and we were never meant to be after all. The first steps I took at the beginning with you, they were so full of joy and hope and we-- Well, I was so convinced that soul mates do exist and that I have found mine. Alas, the follies of youth.

Since then, much have we been through. The bad times more prominent than the good, yet we held on, foolishly believing there is anything left to salvage. I wear my heart on my sleeve for you and the world to see, but you have locked yours and the key sunk into the depths of the ocean. And my foolish girlhood dreams of love, shattered.

Why am I kept shackled if you refuse to open your heart to me? Your chains are the frailest of threads, yet woven intricately with the sharpest of thorns. Your ardent words of my freedom are riddled with self pity, and with guilt playing at a string of my heart, how am I to unbound myself of ye.

I can no longer tell between the dichotomy of love and mere lingering attachment. Or perhaps, it is simply that I have yet to taste the true flavor of love...

Back In The Days

If there was an era I wish I could go back in time to, it would be the 1970-80's, back when my mum and her 5 siblings were in their teens/ young adult years.

PS: I used to live nearby here :)

The stories of their youth lit a candle in my young heart; of how they hold parties every Saturday night, strumming the guitar in the back alley of my childhood home, picnics by the rivers whenever possible.

In the rustic town of Ipoh, it used to be alight with youths and happening people in general. I've seen pictures of the same streets then and now, and I have no words to describe the vast difference - it's almost like one's in a totally different part of the world. Where the streets are now dodgy and dark, it used to be lively and full of life. Food stalls everywhere, busy bustling roads of people and trishaw, chitter chatter of young and old folks alike filled the town with live.

Back in those days, no one would've been able to comprehend the existence such as an iPhone, a PSP or a computer. Owning a simple radio is already considered a sign of wealth, even more so if one has a refrigerator. Yet they live a happy sociable life, unlike us whose souls are bound by the dark forces of technology.

The spend their days in school, hanging out with a bunch of friends after, caroling down the streets, whistling at passing handsome boys or pretty girls, singing to beautiful music with a guitar in one hand and a friend in the other, skipping rocks by the banks and dancing the night away.

We may have a lot of networks and virtual friend on Facebook and Myspace, but really, how many among our hundreds of friends are truly for real? 

Smile

I love that feeling bubbling in me when I make someone smile! Especially when they come up to you and say"Thank you for brightening up my day"!

C:

So there was this one day in Uni, I was feeling super cheeky. I spotted a classmate of mine who was deep in her own thoughts. I placed my index finger near her cheek and called her name. She turned around, and her cheek was poked by my finger.

She was shocked at first, while I was grinning at her. Slowly, her look of surprise turned into a smile, then we were both giggling till tears came out.

It was, as I said, just a moment of cheekiness on my part.

Two weeks later, she came up to me in Uni, and told me that she was actually depressed over something for quite some time. But that small mischief on my part gave her a reason to smile again. And then she hugged me.

I wanted to tell her that I was the one who should be feeling grateful, because I never knew I could play such a role for someone. But I was near tears myself, so I just held her close.

So. Yea. Story of my life.

Today, give a stranger one of your smiles. It might be the only sunshine he sees all day. ~Quoted in P.S. I Love You, compiled by H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

Choices

Life; it's all about making choices. I often wonder how things would've turned out had I taken the other road. But really, what's the point in looking backwards and fill yourself with tiny uncalled for regrets?

"We keep moving forward, opening new doors, and doing new things, because we're curious and curiosity keeps leading us down new paths"

- Walt Disney

The Half Empty Cup

The Half Empty Cup

This is the story of a girl. No, she did not cry a river and drowned the whole world. It is not that kind of story.

She was not the most beautiful girl in town or a princess of some faraway land. She cannot sing the birds off the tree, or dance more gracefully than a swan. Neither had she skin as white as snow nor long locks of blonde silky to the touch.

That makes her pretty uninteresting, no? So why are we talking about her?

Well, that's because it's my story. The story of how a girl's half empty cup became filled.

lol it's so cliche but if i'm ever gonna write a book I hope it'll begin like this C:

Same Old Shit, Different Days

Why hullo there :)

To the loyal readers of the blog, I'm neither an intellectual blogger nor do I lead a life interesting enough to blog about like "the veterans" here. Sporadic defines me pretty well, so naturally there are no consistencies in my writings XD

But most of all, it was an honour to have been invited. I was an avid reader of this blog, and a fan.

So yeaaaaaa... Long story short, here's my debut in Peel.Read.Digest. and I hope I'll live up to the expectations from my fellow bloggers :D

[NEW WRITER!] Carina Ong

WE are very, very pleased to introduce you our newest and chio-est writer,

MISS CARINA ONG SEE KAY!

Or better known as psychokuukie!

She is very famous(lol) in the virtual world, google psychookuukie and you can see all the awesome posts she has written!

She writes on almost every topics, ranging from personal daily life to Japanese anime cosplay!

I love her writings from her blog, the tales of toilet bowl!

And I cant wait to see what she has for us :D

Stay tuned!