It feels like eternity talking to you.

To you know who I'm talking about.

This is the last thing I would ever tell you.
Even though you couldn't bring your eyes to read this.
What stems out is this racism thing that everyone has, secretly or unabashedly.
Have you thought about thinking in other people's shoes?
Have you thought about the what ifs?
Have you thought about every single word that you said is like a double-edged sword, cutting to and fro into our hearts?
Our hearts that when you first lost your way, we gave them to you?
You wouldn't feel a thing when I say this to you, don't you?

It feels like eternity talking to you.
With your ramblings and certain brain mush that I did not judge you for.
We welcomed your return. You said you would come back every year, willingly.
But it happened.
I can't help to say I'm not that racist, but it was someone who made you turn your back to us.
Someone I had never seen, someone you only knew for a year. Someone you knew you didn't have a chance, and yet you fell for the deja vu again.

Nobody could pull you up again. Nobody. But us.
We tried so hard. I, tried to talk some sense and yet listen to your stories.
But now, you have become such obsessed with anti-racism in us, that you clearly wanted to not associate yourself with us.
The impact that you would do, the great lengths that you would go for someone who would reciprocate your love. For something that you already knew.

We always welcome you back.
But this time it is your choice.
If you do something not right, you would not understand how deep this will hurt someone you clearly love since you were born.

I have already told you.
NOBODY IS PERFECT.
NOBODY DARES TO SAY THEY ARE NOT RACIST.
But for you to come out holier-than-thou, this calls for harsh actions.
I'm sorry to say but I've never been so disappointed in you IN MY ENTIRE LIFE.

You, who once looked up to me.
You, who I never looked down upon for you imperfections.
You, who once said that family is the most important thing in my life.
If you dare to say you wanted nothing to do with us, please do not take care of my mother. Please don't. If you do not share her views, never mind, but do not insult her.
Please do not be someone who calls her a ***** and say I will take care of her.
Please don't.

SHE WON'T LET YOU EITHER.

I hope you are happy about what you have said and done. And for what it's worth, I hope you are satisfied with it.

I dated Summer Finn today. And got dumped.

Mindfucked.
By Summer Finn.
Yes I tell you.
I dated her for 1 and 40 mins today. And got dumped.
But I'm no Tom Hansen. I'm just someone who knows how it's like to be Tom Hansen.




THIS IS A STORY ABOUT LOVE. NOT A LOVE STORY.

I love this movie. It's so simple, and yet you get blown in the face by this blue-eyed, Katy Perry lookalike of Zooey Deschanel. She was just so easy, and yet her eyes draws you in just like that. Even the camera loves her, focusing on her eyes. Just her eyes. And she goes into a rant "I'm not looking into a relationship right now." What do you do exactly, Tom? Do you keep it casual? Hold hands in Ikea? Shower sex? Sleepovers? What does it mean?

"So what do you think...this thing we are doing now?"

It was good. So good. The continuity and plot was so simple. And yet the editing was superb, leaving you the days that he was with Summer, breaking up with her (he was dumped), all so clear, complete with colors (red or blue for good happy days, grey or black for days that he was not that OK with Summer). And some people said it was hard to understand?! WTF?! Are you all robots?!

It's always that look..you know you were the one for each other. And it all falls apart.

This chronicles the first day he met her. And it drags on...till it was times up. Till he saw something happened in front of his eyes, that he knew it was over. I could relate to it, seeing that people around me were mulling around, moping, hoping that the other person could get back with them. Tom said "I don't wanna get over her, I wanna get her back." Suit yourself, Tom.

The beautiful LA skyline. And 2 beautiful people.

The whole movie was in Los Angeles. And I didn't know they had really nice buildings there. All I thought it could be only contemporary buildings there. Oh boy, it was really nice. I hope I could see them soon.

I don't normally do reviews, but I did watch this ALONE. And when you watch movies alone, the emotion is magnified to a million times. And all I tried was not to bawl my eyes out. I left with a teary eye and a lump in my throat. LOVED IT.

500 Days of Summer. 500 days of loneliness.

Am I worth it? Are you worth it?

Sometimes people do really take you for granted. I guarantee you that.
All the good things, all the nice things, they really do think you're just a regular person trying to help you out.
Once it all dies down, once the tables turn, you know you won't get a good favor from them. You know you won't. But you still do it. You still fall headlong in to this ugly, ugly trap. You think you're worth doing this for them. You're worth something to them.

IT'S STUPID.

It's always something dark, down there, your heart.
It's always an uphill battle, trying to fight it. You know you can win. but you just don't want to.
You are that naive.

You have been warned, by people who are crystal clear on this. Level headed people.
You get stuck in the middle. You turn, nobody saves you. You tell that person, all you get is a hug, a pat. Nothing more.

In the end, it consumes you.
It eats you alive.
What is left of you? Nothing.
Not love. Nothing.

So are you still worth it?
Am I still worthy of you?

Mooncake = Reunion?

Today is a wholesome day.
It's the Mooncake Festival.
And yet, I'm not wholesome enough.
Petty issues propping up from left, right and center.
I don't meet up with people I do care, because there will be people whom I would not seem to care, chaperoning that person.

Well, anyway, I do hope time will make us, or them see things aren't that flowery in their garden, as like mine.
Happiness isn't putting up a good show-off celebration for people to see.
Happiness isn't trying to segregate a group of people.
Happiness isn't dictatorship-ing your house parking.

Happy mooncake festival everyone.

Nice to see you again

It's a weird and awkward sentence.
It's a getaway greeting.

I had that encounter just now tonight.
I would not even bother to say that to the person.
What made me say that sentence?
It would have been out of courtesy.

I might just upgraded my courtesy level today.
Woohoo.
When is my EQ upgrading?

Sometimes we fail miserably

Sometimes, we thought we had made our point.
Mostly, we made a mess out of ourselves.

Sometimes, we knew we did the right thing.
Mostly, we made the wrong choice.

Sometimes, we had the greatest confidence when we make decisions.
Mostly, it'll be ugly.

What I did was I made myself an honest person.
But I was shot down like an American plane during World War II.
Is it too late to make amends?
Should I make those amends?

Gag

I guess Rihanna really called for 'No Air' coz she was punched out by Chris Brown. Hahaha.