Published in http://carriedragongirl.blog.friendster.com/2010/04/
05 APRIL 2010
I remember…
Taking the chances, what a gamble
It was reckless
An impulsive decision
But very worthwhile, indeed!
I remember…
The first time we meet each other
Strangers from another city…
I remember…
Our conversations
What we talked about
Our discussions
Your kind concern
Your silly jokes
Your generosity
Our walks around the island and city
Our endless banter
Our SMS-es, emails, MMS-es
Our phonecalls
Our chats…
I remember…
Everything…
I remember…
It was more than friendship
Though we tried hard to hide it
Or pretend it didn’t exist
By not crossing the thin line
To maintain our friendship
And remain comfortable at this level…
I remember…
How it felt to hug you
And how tears came naturally
When we bade farewell
How we rushed to the door
For one last look
And one last smile
Before we returned
To where we came from
Back to normality
But things were never the same again…
I remember…
Everything…
Most of all, I remember…
YOU…
"The worst way to miss someone is to have them sitting right next to you and knowing you can never have them."
"Sit next to me, my dear pal.
Long has been since we’ve last met,
Times have changed,
we have become older…"
Friday, April 23, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
21 APRIL 2010 - HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY
It was not easy being an only child.
I lived in a bubble, protected from the ravages of the savage world.
It was even more difficult being an only child to a young single parent.
She was still very much a child at heart.
All she wanted was someone to pamper and love her, to take care of her.
She wanted to have fun like the rest of her peers, she wanted to enjoy life to the fullest.
Instead, she was left alone to take care of this loud and active child.
She had to play the role of both parents.
It was not easy for her.
It was not easy for me either.
At times, she was all sweet and loving.
At times, Mr. Hyde took over and the slightest mistake would result in the “rotan” being utilized.
However, I must say that I am blessed to be given the gift of music.
It was the best present she has given to me.
THANK YOU, MOMMY!
Regardless of how tight were her finances and how much she wanted to get something for herself, my music lessons were her priority.
It was a luxury we could ill afford, yet she gritted her teeth and sent me for classes weekly.
It was a privilege to know the language of music and to appreciate its beauty deeper than most mortals.
She never gave up and she never allowed me to give up.
This gift is beyond any monetary or material paybacks that I could give to her, for it is something that has been implanted in my heart and soul since I was 4.
How can I ever repay her, for her struggles, tears, heartaches, sacrifices and everything that she has given me, yet I continued to make her worried and break her heart?
No amount of flowery words could ever take back the harsh words I uttered, the pain I have caused her.
But, I can only say, “Thank you for everything, Mommy.”
These are the only words that could bring tears to her eyes and all the hardships she has faced will certainly melt away.
“I can no other answer make, but, thanks, and thanks.” - William Shakespeare
I lived in a bubble, protected from the ravages of the savage world.
It was even more difficult being an only child to a young single parent.
She was still very much a child at heart.
All she wanted was someone to pamper and love her, to take care of her.
She wanted to have fun like the rest of her peers, she wanted to enjoy life to the fullest.
Instead, she was left alone to take care of this loud and active child.
She had to play the role of both parents.
It was not easy for her.
It was not easy for me either.
At times, she was all sweet and loving.
At times, Mr. Hyde took over and the slightest mistake would result in the “rotan” being utilized.
However, I must say that I am blessed to be given the gift of music.
It was the best present she has given to me.
THANK YOU, MOMMY!
Regardless of how tight were her finances and how much she wanted to get something for herself, my music lessons were her priority.
It was a luxury we could ill afford, yet she gritted her teeth and sent me for classes weekly.
It was a privilege to know the language of music and to appreciate its beauty deeper than most mortals.
She never gave up and she never allowed me to give up.
This gift is beyond any monetary or material paybacks that I could give to her, for it is something that has been implanted in my heart and soul since I was 4.
How can I ever repay her, for her struggles, tears, heartaches, sacrifices and everything that she has given me, yet I continued to make her worried and break her heart?
No amount of flowery words could ever take back the harsh words I uttered, the pain I have caused her.
But, I can only say, “Thank you for everything, Mommy.”
These are the only words that could bring tears to her eyes and all the hardships she has faced will certainly melt away.
“I can no other answer make, but, thanks, and thanks.” - William Shakespeare
Friday, April 16, 2010
16 APRIL 2010 - REALITY (1980) - Richard Sanderson
I used to play this song during my early teenage years.
So many memories, both old and new apply to this song :-D
REALITY (1980) - Richard Sanderson
Met you by surprise,
I didn't realize
That my life would change forever
Saw you standing there,
I didn't know I cared
There was something special in the air.
Dreams are my reality
The only real kind of real fantasy
Illusions are a common thing
I try to live in dreams
It seems as if it's meant to be.
Dreams are my reality
A different kind of reality
I dream of loving in the night
And loving seems alright
Although it's only fantasy.
If you do exist, honey don't resist
Show me a new way of loving
Tell me that it's true
Show me what to do
I feel something special about you.
Dreams are my reality
The only kind of reality
Maybe my foolishness has passed
And maybe now at last
I'll see how a real thing can be.
Dreams are my reality
A wonderous world where I like to be
I dream of holding you all night
And holding you seems right
Perhaps that's my reality.
Met you by surprise,
I didn't realize
That my life would change forever
Tell me that it's true
Feelings that are new
I feel something special about you.
Dreams are my reality
A wonderous world where I like to be
Illusions are a common thing
I try to live in dreams
Although it's only fantasy.
Dreams are my reality
I like to dream of you close to me
I dream of loving in the night
And loving you seems right
Perhaps that's my reality.
So many memories, both old and new apply to this song :-D
REALITY (1980) - Richard Sanderson
Met you by surprise,
I didn't realize
That my life would change forever
Saw you standing there,
I didn't know I cared
There was something special in the air.
Dreams are my reality
The only real kind of real fantasy
Illusions are a common thing
I try to live in dreams
It seems as if it's meant to be.
Dreams are my reality
A different kind of reality
I dream of loving in the night
And loving seems alright
Although it's only fantasy.
If you do exist, honey don't resist
Show me a new way of loving
Tell me that it's true
Show me what to do
I feel something special about you.
Dreams are my reality
The only kind of reality
Maybe my foolishness has passed
And maybe now at last
I'll see how a real thing can be.
Dreams are my reality
A wonderous world where I like to be
I dream of holding you all night
And holding you seems right
Perhaps that's my reality.
Met you by surprise,
I didn't realize
That my life would change forever
Tell me that it's true
Feelings that are new
I feel something special about you.
Dreams are my reality
A wonderous world where I like to be
Illusions are a common thing
I try to live in dreams
Although it's only fantasy.
Dreams are my reality
I like to dream of you close to me
I dream of loving in the night
And loving you seems right
Perhaps that's my reality.
Friday, April 9, 2010
09 APRIL 2010 - This is my backup blog 09 APRIL 2010
This serves as my backup blog from Friendster
http://carriedragongirl.blog.friendster.com/
To ensure that my thoughts, scribblings, jottings, memories, or whatever you call them, shall remain intact should either one of these blog hosters crash (TOUCH WOOD!)
http://carriedragongirl.blog.friendster.com/
To ensure that my thoughts, scribblings, jottings, memories, or whatever you call them, shall remain intact should either one of these blog hosters crash (TOUCH WOOD!)
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