Tuesday, April 19, 2011

You know you've gone mad when you blog about Taylor Swift

I used to think one day we'd tell the story of us
How we met and sparks flew instantly.

And people would say, "they're the lucky ones".

I used to think my place, was a spot next to you.

Now I'm searching the room for an empty space,

Cos lately I don't even know what page you're on.


It's so funny how time passes and memories stay on, whether you intend to hold onto them or not. Sometimes, to avoid having them fade, you colour them in vivid technicolour, or any shade brighter than the general dreary colours of life.


A simple complication, miscommunication, leads to fall outs,

So many things that I wish you knew,

So many walls up that I can't break through.

And now I'm standing alone in a crowded room and we're not speaking.

And I'm dying to know is it killing you like its killing me

I don't know what to say, since a twist of fate,

When it all broke down, and the story of us

Looks a lot like a tragedy now.


I've been watching too much of "The Nanny" to get me through otherwise monotonous days. I think I can rewatch Niles&CC scenes on loop more than 5 times at a go and laugh equally hard each time. Daniel Davis and Lauren Lane are so talented (maybe that's because they are from the theatre and not TV~). I cannot believe they can play the characters so over-the-top and hilariously but yet make one contemplate their patheticness so deeply. I guess watching through the whole series makes you realise (most absurdistly) that it is ok to be absolutely pathetic, so long as other people will be pathetic together with you. I feel a bit like CC now, generally hopeless in the interpersonal department...but it's ok so long as I don't pass up on Niles when he shows up. I just hope that I haven't already done that.


This is looking like a contest

Of who can act like they care less

But I liked it better when you were on my side

The battle's in your hands now

And I would lay my armour down

If you say you'd rather love than fight...

Friday, April 8, 2011

now looking back, I must try to rewind.

Thoughts about the future are often plagued with scars from the past. It's becoming more real now than it has ever been before.

Every time I try to fly, I fall.
Without your wings I feel so small.
I guess I need you baby.
And every time I see you in my dreams
I see your face, it's haunting me.
I guess I need you baby.

Cheesy lyrics are strangely applicable. To people and to events.

People think that I always have some funny or sarcastic or witty comment whatever the situation. Even when I am emo, people expect my emoness to resolve itself quickly. I guess most of the time I live up to expectations and resolve stuff, or run away from stuff and I wake up the next day the funny eccentric me again.

Why is it so shocking that I can be upset? Why can't I be disappointed about things and sulk at all? Why does everyone think that just because I never cried in front of them before, means that I don't cry at all?

I'm sorry that I have failed my wonderful upbringing and near-perfect genes. I'm sorry that I am nowhere close to fulfilling my job as the eldest grandchild, daughter and sister. I'm sorry I disappoint.

I give up thinking about the future already. I give up trying to believe and hope. For now at least.