Sharp Knife Of A Short Life

i'm a little addicted to this song lately. i know its quite old already, but there's something very catchy about it. the whole concept of the song, morbid yet uplifting? i don't know what it is exactly. it reminds me a little bit of eminem's stan. love the song, yet it's daunting if you wonder how someone could even think about it in the first place.

it feels so real. the emotions, the message, and horrifyingly the lightness of it all.

i especially like these lines:

" there's a boy here in town who says he'll love me forever,
who would have thought forever could be severed by
the sharp knife of a short life "

it's either from a real life experience, or the writer's morbid. maybe explains why i loved watching the addams family, perhaps?

Someone Like You

About time I understood those words. From the way your hands glided, to the ends of your fingertips on me. Your case was upfront since the beginning, but was it so wrong of me to dream just for a second?

I think, I remember you said, I wish nothing but the best on you...
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Does It Resonate Yours

" there is a reason i'd said i'd be happy alone.

it wasn't cause i thought i'd be happy alone.

it was because i thought if i loved someone,

and then it fell apart,

i might not make it.

it's easier to be alone.

because what if you learnt you need love?

and then you don't have it?

what if you like it?

and lean on it?

what if you shape your life around it?

and then,

it falls apart.

can you even survive that kind of pain?

losing love is like organ damage.

it's like dying.

the only difference is,

death ends.

this,

it could go on forever. "

-grey's s07e22-

A Touch Of Thought

i get that everyone has a right to an opinion. or opinions for the matter of fact. opinions, the lovechild of creativity and guts. or just a point to show you weren't sleeping through the boring lecture or class.

see the funny thing about opinions is, sometimes people get so contradicting with it. take this for an example. went someone asks me where do i work, or what do i do, i tell them, "i'm a pilot". they assume i'm a captain, and i correct them i'm not. my rank is so-and-so, my designation in the chain of food, i mean command, is co-pilot.

"oooo so you're a co-pilot", they go. "what do you do? since the captain flies the plane, you just sit there? fancy job".

then i explain the whole nature of my job, the task-sharing, and such, but they just end it off with "so you don't really fly the plane".

this is where i start my search for a noose. but God blessed me with perseverance, so i take a deep breath instead, and just smile. i smile a lot.

the flip side of people on the other hand, comes out to play when they experience an uncomfortable landing. a quick remark, "must be the co-pilot".

thank you. but point to note, we can land airplanes too.

*******

i don't really follow idol these days, but i do watch if i have the time. i think haley reinhart has improved the most this season. she's got an amazing voice, and she's starting to choose the right songs. i don't think the judges have been all fair on her performances. i wish she would win, but reason she won't win: i think she still lacks stage presence. ahhh but experience would cover that.

i think james screams too much, and it's unfair he going offtune just because he's emotional is forgiven and forgotten. we don't need another lambert. i can't even comprehend how you can call whatever scotty is doing as singing. and lauren is just mediocre. haley ftw? who am i kidding.

Two Chairs

two chairs stood there,

you sat in one,

it looked like you were waiting,

"for me?" i kept thinking.

two chairs stood there,

nonchalantly you whisked me everywhere,

like i knew your past and you knew mine,

on my face you painted a smile so childlike.

you rattled stories seemingly careless,

unknown to me this beguiling world of yours,

piece by piece i patched the scene,

no time i had to even ask your name.

second day and you quizzed my day,

as soon as i walked in you had your first say,

i lament the mundane; what was going through my head?

you took no note then went ahead.

first out came the past,

trivial matters of the lost,

then the sorrows ensued,

my knees went weak and in that chair i slumped.

following day you were by the window sill,

you began with all your wants and will,

i noticed for the first time you were an enthusiast,

i drowned at that sight while sinking into seat.

through the window pane the beams gently fell,

such a beauty had got me under a bewildering spell,

then in all fascination it occurred to me,

i knew your past, your future, but never your name.

two chairs stood there,

you sat in one,

it looked like you were waiting,

"for me?" i kept thinking.

but darkness had fell over the room,

and the light in your eyes was covered in gloom,

i took the seat and asked if you were okay,

"this chair is taken", and you turned away.