The part about ME...

People have noticed
They have wondered
Why on earth am I posting all the emotional posts lately?

It came from a cheerful person; one who is optimistic and happy about everything and yet, she is getting sentimental to a point that it is worrying.

Well, I wonder that myself
I admit, I have been rather sentimental lately
And it is the time when I close myself to the world and even to myself

You see, the thing about me is, I am not an open book
You can't read me and sometimes, I feel it's partly due to the fact that I don't allow you to read me either
I like to close myself up and I don't talk especially when I am deep in thoughts.

Of late, I have gone into this reclusion mode where I just want to be alone and silence is the only thing on my mind.
I do not want to talk or pour out anything; perhaps it is not the time.
This is probably one thing that only my bestie knows and that's why she is my bestie

It's frustrating to people close to me, but I can't and I really can't talk
I don't know
I am like a bottle, everything is inside and I don't like to pour things out
It's not that I don't trust people, it's just something which is so ME
I can't talk to others about everything, it's just ME

Probably this is a thing some or most won't know
But I can't help it
I will probably cry
Smile or laugh
or try to act like nothing ever happened
But I know, deep down inside,
it is something that I know
And that something is what others do not know

Don't worry about me, like I said, it's just ME

A Passing Shower

I have lost track of the time that have passed
And roads that I have trudged for miles
It seems so long that is must have been was
And loads of time I have forgotten how to smile

Perhaps it is just for a while
Or it could be for a long aisle
It is just a matter of time
And the strength of a willpower
I am sure I will be fine
It's just after all, a passing shower...

Hide and Seek

"If you truly love and miss that person, Then, love will come again when you meet that person again.

Just like playing a game of hide and seek, No matter where he/she hides or even if you can't see him/her, He/she must be waiting at some place for you.

Amid the countless chaos, Just like the sincere prayers of love. The people in love will surely meet again."

Thoughts...

There are times when you know you are wrong
And yet your pride makes you think you are right

There are times when you miss someone
And yet you stride to make it seem alright

There are times when you feel happy with someone
And yet you hide your smile and cry at night

There are times when memories come gushing back
And yet you dare not let it come to light

Why are we always indecisive?
Is it human nature or is it just what we perceive?

Sometimes when you think too long, chances have passed you by
And when you come to your senses, you realized that time is what you can't buy
It could be a mistake
It could be a blessing
Do we know?

No pain no gain

It is been a year since I have learnt a new thing and continuing to strive in this ever-competitive and cunning world.
It is seriously sickening sometimes; to an extent that it is revolting when you see how real businesses are being done.
At the same time, you know that it is not illegal and that it's definitely not as incriminating as drug trafficking and all those pedlars out there (thank God for that) but yet you couldn't help asking yourself sometimes, why do people want to do that?

It's weird how the mechanics of the human mind work; it just seems to be telling you one way and doing otherwise.
I can't help but realize that things have changed the perspective I've looked at life and internally, I have to adapt.

Success is sweet of course, but you'd have to taste a few bitter drops before you could tell that it is sweet.
And being me, I do not like the taste of the bitter failure - well, nobody likes it anyway, fair enough.

When I strive in this manipulative world, I know only one thing, to survive but not at the expense of others' death.
It is always good to move forward and upward; towards the sweet success, but do not step on others' heads to get to it.

I still have a long road to go, but I am sure I will be there someday...and that day is definitely shining back and smiling at me when I am there...

My soulmates

Someone once laughed at me when I referred to my books as my soul mates.
Perhaps it doesn't sound right; or were we looking at soul mates in the perspective of a living being in the form of a human?

I know, soul mate are typically referred to lifetime partners; people who will there by your side for the rest of your life.
But, to really be a soul mate, don't you there is a connection to the soul?

And to me, being a reader or a bookworm since young, I have always loved to be around books.
I could finish reading a book really fast; and I love interpret what is being delivered through the entire story.
As such, you can definitely guess that I love to write as well.
Nothing spectacular; just whatever that comes into my inspiration.

I own a collection of books; and am still expanding my collection.
I am particular with the handling of my books; fearing for the dog-eared pages, the folded line of the book center which could lead to the loss of the adhesion grip of all the sheets.
As such, I can be such a fussy person when it comes to dealing with my books.

As to books being my soul mates, this still hold regardless of whether my partner minds or not =P
To me, books will never be judgmental; nor will they be discriminative and they can often open a window to the soul and change the way we all think of the perspectives of life.
Therefore, why can't I call them my soul mate?

Sentimental

Being rather sentimental lately and it's not something which should be judged good or bad.
There are things that I know I should have let go and just not look back
I should forget and move forward
Look forward and just leave it behind

It's always easier said than done
And not everyone has an iron heart, otherwise we would not be blessed to have heart in flesh and humanity sense
Well, someday it's got to go...
And perhaps what it takes is only a little bit more of time...

And someday, just maybe someday, things will be alright....forget and perhaps ready to forgive?

Fairytale...

I used to think it was all like a fairytale, and that everything is just nice and sweet.
I thought I believed in it too....and that it was all for real

But am I imagining it?
Is it for real and is it here to stay?
I don't know whether I am seeing it anymore...
Or was I thinking too much about it....

I am not sure whether everything will be gone by midnight
and whether I am the one in rags
I just know that fairytales are beautiful and I do not want to believe they do not exist

Should I wake up or should I still stay in the realm of the fairyland?