A ray of hope

I guess sometimes we can't always have our hopes too high.
It'll crash you down. But I'll find my ways to stand back on my feet again.
It's the past that makes us stronger right?
So be it. I believe there's still happiness somewhere in the middle of the mouldy rock.

Love, a rock song

Love is like an active volcano.
Nobody knows when it erupts but everyone gets ready for the worse. And when it's lava touches the ground, massive damage will be done and chaos strikes the ground. But the aftermath of the survivors are greater. The lava gives the soil enough protein for plants to grow healthy. Seriously, there's no avoiding fights in love. But if you survive it, then a better return is what you'll get.

Love is like mixed chocolate sold at the supermarket.
You can pick your favourite box. But you can't choose to only want the raisin choc and throw away the almond fillings. There's a solution to chocolates though, you can just by the single flavor. But hey, there's no such thing as single-flavoured human. There's always that something you like and a few you despise. And the only solution is finding the chocolate box with the most favourite flavour of yours. And just just savour the few flaws..

Love is like your new found favourite dish.
Once you've taste it, you want it everyday. It'll be your breakfast, tea time, lunch, dinner and supper. And you'll tell yourself you can never get bored of it. Until eventually the taste buds gets sick of it. But you can never hate this dish. After a few distinct dishes, you'll eventually go for the favourite dish again. The only difference is, you can't have variety of dishes in love at that time gap of taste-bud-healing. Maybe fasting, or diet is a better option to go for.

Love is like a rock song.
It starts like a roller coaster thumping your heart, you just feel the urge to jump and fly.
(That's the first half of a relationship)
Then there's the lyrics where you really listen to so you could understand the song better.
(That's when you get serious and get to know each other)
Then there's the chorus that keeps repeating.
(That's where you keep reminding each other of your love)
Then it gets complicated with the chords accompanying a tremendous solo.
(That's the argument point)
Sometimes they make it long and as messed up as it can be. Sometimes they keep it short.
But they all eventually dissolve and your heart would thump again, in a very different notion from the beggining.
(That's when you start a fresh new phase of a relationship. It will never be the same as how it started.)

Bold Notice

To whom ever it may concern. I appreciate that you love to jot down notes on my topsy turns of life. Well here is my advice. You can and I can never stop you from wandering how I am doing. But to make it easier. I am happy and content with how I'm living. what I'm doing. And there's a reason why the past is called P-A-S-T. So quit worrying about it. Leave myself to handle myself. And here's one big fat obvious clue. You can never be apart of what I am doing. I have my family and TRUE friends and boyfriend (if this concerns you a lot) and obviously there is no you. So thank you. I appreciate that you love my way of life or anything that slids in it. And you can tell the world what my past is. But you are a nobody to tell me about anything in my present and future life.

a nobody can never jeopardise me.

Time gap

I just got sucked in by a time machine. And hey, surprise, surprise. Just as I was about to enter near future the machine jammed. So my body's stuck in between present and soon-to-be. I guess you can guess that I'm doing my deed of killing silence. My afternoon class got cancelled, without notice. So the only thing I am capable of doing, is blogging. I still have another two full hours to go before my other class starts. I keep telling my brain to work. I think I got swallowed by the slouch disease. Everything I do seems to be in slug speed. I want to finish off college real soon and am constantly cursing on the fact that I am not progressing accordingly. Urgh, I need to learn to learn. My progress meter has dropped excessively, I used to produce wide smiles. Now I feel like I am falling in the speed of light and nearly have the stone-cold pavement on my face. Somebody prescribe me learning pills please.

I wish I could come up with a title

So there it was written. Holidays mean rests. Well, I hate given rests. Oh somehow I miss knowing what my good friends are doing and how they've been. Ask me what I'm doing. Im doing fine. My band is moving at top speed which is bizarre. So I am great. Apart from the stinging ache around my waist thanks to hormonal changes. I don't usually put up with period pains. But this ache, they love kissing my bones. Not good for me at all. I often wish I could clench them and twist them so they'd produce the "crack" sound and I could go Oooo-la-la mi vida i complita. Seriously right now, it's how I feel. Oh well, college is starting soon enough. Catching-up moments, I won't miss. But I think the real break-point here is... the results. Oh how I wish I am Beethoven right now. Or whoever who created the four-part writing. Why do you have to make it so confusing? My wires are at hayes here.