What Matters

how all that matters is a love ever after

Every Time You Run - Manafest feat. Trevor McNevan

Every time you run away, every time you hide your face,

And it feels so far away, I'm right here with you.

What Kills.

It sucks when a girl is standing at the corner and does not have a group for an assignment.

It sucks when i see a man cry, be it in the movies or in real life.

It sucks to see a son and a father smile at each other.

It sucks to see other friends talk and boast about their relationship while i listen and ONLY listen.

It sucks to hear a friend complain that the games on their new consoles are loading slowly when most people don't even have a Play Station 1.

Despite having many things that suck (*insert inappropriate joke hereee),

The only thing that kills me is to see you say you're fine when you're not and not be able to do anything about it.

yyyeahh, you're probably telling yourself "Geez, I'm fine already. It was nothing much what."

But lately, it has felt as if I've lost my temper and my mojo (wtf), and most importantly the connection I had with you.

whatever it is, you have an extra set of

ears,

hugs,

jokes,

songs,

phone call minutes,

hours,

yogurt,

visits,

lungs,

Skype calls,

crazy times

if you need them.

and you'll always have someone to catch you,

or at least try to, fall on the floor as well and laugh my ass off with ya.

Bad Times Are Rollin' Like a Mother..

It's come to the point where I'm turning into the person I hate.

I feel like a total jackass right now.

Perhaps I'm overlooking a situation that actually is not harmful to anyone. Or maybe I'm not taking it seriously enough. meh.

All i know is that the days are getting longer, shenanigans are getting stupider by the day and i don't know who to turn to anymore.

feels as though i've lost my faith, some friends and ultimately, myself.

but I guess everything happens for a reason right?

It's hard to stay optimistic when you can't even give yourself a reason to be.

i'll try again later.

With Auburn

I have been searching far and wide for this.

Wrote it back in March 2010.

Very amateur English (terri-bad). But nonetheless, from the sincerest corner in my heart.

Her eyes, filled in with auburn,
A color so often shun upon,
Yet through her eyes, you find a reason,
To see through the colour and notice the person.

Her eyes, they tell so many stories,
Her moments in life, her defeats, her glories.
The eyes they tell she has wept many tears,
Caused by the tongues of her enemies,
and of the gift of laughter she received from her peers,

Her eyes, they will en-cage you with every brush,
Of her eyelashes, bringing your chatty self to a humble hush,
A practice she does, very, very well,
With a stare into her eyes,
from your body the Devil she expels,

Her eyes, they sparkle at the sight of twilight,
The same goes when she closes her eyes for the night,
All this I can only imagine, all this I have learned,
From the girl who has eyes, filled in with auburn.

he wants to stop but he can't ...

he just tries to look for reaons ...

he is not the one that broke her,

not the one she has to fear...

but things go in this way...

the fear is the worst thing that two lovers can face,

he just tries to look for reasons

Here Is Gone - Goo Goo Dolls

Pretty good stuff right there.

Dream-mare

Damn, I had this pretty bad dream where I had to send a friend off to KL.

For those who don't know, KL City is the capital of the country I'm currently living in.

Now normally, be it in a dream or reality, I wouldn't get emotional when someone leaves no matter how close they are to me. But in this dream, i could not come to bring myself to not be sad, cause for some reason, I knew that I was pretty much losing my friend with every step she takes into the terminal. It just felt as though she was going on to start a new life and I was going to be left behind as just a memory.

I guess it was just one of those dreams where you never want to have and dread waking up from because of the panic, heart-throbbing feeling you get once you do.

My question is:

Are dreams a way of bracing ourselves for something bigger in the future or just a fictitious story created by our mind inspired by what we truly desire and dread?