She
May be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She
May be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
She
May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell
I have a longing. It has always been there but this morning on my way to work, as I saw these students alighting at the dover station to attend lessons(SP), I got a strong yearning to go back to school and study. I never thought that i will miss life at np but i guess i do. Alot. Hmm.. I guess it has something to do with freedom..:)
People are always asking "What if" all the time. We asked "what if we didnt attend poly?" "What if we didnt choose this course?" "what if i accepted that first job offer?" "What if i had done this?" What if i hadnt?"so on and so fore.. I guess we all will never know.
I feel myself wavering with regards to my ambition and dreams. As i get more comfortable and relaxed in my current office job, my sense of doubts of adapting to long working hours and lost weekends seems to be ringing louder and louder. But if one can be deterred so easily..doesnt that also mean that we doesnt really want what we want so badly? I'm not sure...
Time is such a powerful factor, inducing so many changes. Feelings, desires, wants and dislikes and people changes. How i wished it was all the same but i once read a quote from a wise man somewhere that d world and the people can only advance with changes. However, i wonder, why do we need to advance? For wants of better life and material things?
I only wonder how much more we are giving up for such advancement.
I had a dream. A simple dream. Simple yet intriguing and it keeps reminding me of this wonderful non-existent place with the wonderful people who seems to get along well.
It seems unreal. It is. But, somehow, i wished i can remain as i was, and never wake up.
Having a good start to a day will somehow gives one the illusion that the day will be fine. Well, i am having that kind of illusion now and hopefully nothing horrible will happen to crack my tinted rose-colored specs:P
This morning on my way to work, as usual i was late (mind u its only in recent days that this happens), anyway, i was running for the bus and only upon boarding it that i realized my ezlink cardS are minus value and i do not have any small change with me. The smallest note i have is a $10 and there i was trying to stay composed and beg for someone to change into smaller $$ for me. Okie, maybe not as dramatic as beg, but you get what i mean, dont you?
The first person i asked shaked her head at me and so on so forth. Then , this very kind looking malay lady sitting at the front seat directly behind the driver seat beckoned to me and opened up her wallet. She placed $0.90 in my hand and told me "its ok, just drop it into the box". Ahhh! so nice, right? I didnt have any small change to pay her and she kept telling me its fine and okie! Im really grateful.
I vowed to be as kind the next time i see anyone in the same situation. I guess this goes to show that human kindness still exists in this so called "modern-cold-everyone-car es-only-for-themselves" world. :D
These couple of day...I keep having flashbacks..of certain people, certain conversations and certain events. Yea..flashbacks happen often enough but its weird hw these stuff that i havent thought about for a long time suddenly spring from behind to give u a surprise reminder.
Im not sure whether its considered pleasant but i guess u can say i rather not remember. Certain things evolving people around me appeared to become clearer while some remained confusing.
I guess time really makes the greatest impact on us all..sigh..if only.
It was like a long ago.
The Old Guitarist, 1903
If thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only.
Do not say, I love her for her smile, her look, her way of speaking gently, for a trick of thought that falls in well with mine, and, certes, brought a sense of pleasant ease on such a day.
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may be changed, or change for thee- and love so wrought, may be unwrought so.
Browning, Elizabeth Barrett
A Rare Talent: Artworks~
She
May be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She
May be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
She
May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell
