here and there

doesn't mind doesn't mean doesn't matter.

one of the things i came to learn through a friend.

and, loving someone and wanting to protect them may not make them happy.

i am still bothered. when and how will this change?

passion, elusive

beneath the pile of 'realities', obligations and shoulds, lie passion, barely breathing. waiting, that one day you would acknowledge it, say it is real and let it live again.

right now, it is injured beyond recognition, and i wonder.. would it die, and never come back? and this fear could drive me further from it, the fear of losing it.

does everyone have a passion? are they born with it? and along the way something triggered it. is it like that?

the things i once believed i love; i'm not so sure anymore. again and again, i wonder if i'm good enough in what i like, and if i'm not, will i persevere? do we need talent and perseverance to birth passion?

to die or live.

it's intriguing.

how sometimes you would die for someone, but not live with them.

dried from oversqueezing

i want to write something now that i am so free and this was what i said i wanted to do. of course i hope whatever was churned out can generate money in addition to providing satisfaction. however, due to reasons unknown to me, i could not squeeze something out. i felt extremely dry. am i doing it the wrong way? working backward? hmph.!

somewhere in my life, have i locked all my imagination and threw the key away because reality was laughing at me and my imagination? have i been so successful in conforming that i no longer dared to dream anymore?

when it's a stress to become myself, i know i've got it wrong. i am already me, what's there to become? sheesh. i think i will not repeat this to myself once i fully believe it. :)

like, sad.

i don't like me now and its a sad thing.

perfect

what is your perfect girl (or woman) like?

for me, there is no perfect girl, woman, boy or man. and last time i might have said there is a perfect one for you or me. but now, i don't think i can see that either. there is a special one for you and me, but he or she is not perfect, and neither is the match. nothing would fit perfectly, but i believe it is the effort in clicking, in closing up the gaps, in compromising for love, that the relationship is made whole, and maybe, perfect. Perfect, not because there are no problems, but you have found someone worth working through the problems with. And at certain points, overlook it, accept it, embrace it.

people perceive perfection differently. perfection, like beauty, lies in the eye of the beholder. but we just need to bear in mind, that people surprise us all the time. are you ready to be surprised?

remember the titans

i've watched it before, and i could watch it again.

remember the titans.

i'm surprised it can still touch me, make me smile, inspire. and remind me that the hardest barrier to break still needs a first step, and it could happen in a way no one expected or imagined. a simple move perhaps. a willingness to open up. being honest, listening, and swallowing own pride. to make the first laugh, sincerely.

to not let stigma or prejudice add needles into what you hear. to look beyond and see the human inside.

i'll try to remember the titans.