Somewhere in the Middle

1/25/2011 11:10pm

Can you remember?

Back then, you and I

Living worlds apart

Different history, different story

Between us

I thought there’s really not a chance

Everything was so ordinary

Not a single hint of getting very far

But gripping through the arms of fate

Look at where we’ve got

More than friends, but less than lovers

Guess we’re somewhere in the middle

It is a line between what they call happiness

And yes, stupidity

It’s been a while now

Yesterday has been all but a dream

You and I, though have different history

Now shares a wonderful story

No one can possibly understand

How things work between us

Everything’s not merely the acts of fate

It is a world of chances we together created

And so I seize unto the precious time at hand

Because I don’t know when all of these will last

More than friends, but less than lovers

Guess we’re somewhere in the middle

There’s the choice of whether to cross the line

To grab the full fruit of happiness

Or say goodbye to chance

**It was just so ironic that after I finished this poem, Shane told me to listen to this John Mayer song that goes "Friends, lovers, or nothing. There can only be one". So now I'm wondering, is there really no such thing as in-between? Being in the middle is stupid, I know. But what if somehow it gives you happiness? Where would you be?   

Someday




billet-doux. love letter.



1/11/11 9:58pm

How many have there been? Promises of someday.

You promised to tell me stories.

...to understand my alibis.

...to hear my laughter.

...to walk with me along the vast shoreline underneath the starry night sky.

I wonder whether these things will truly unfold. Or everything will be just an endless kind of waiting.

I wonder when that someday will be. Or whether there will ever be.

I wanted to know...someday.

Hello 2011!

12/31/10 6:45pm

Less than 6 hours ‘til the world welcome and celebrate the dawn of the New Year. While everyone is being much cheery, I am here feeling very anxious. The truth is, 2010 has been a very generous year to me. I’ve gone through a lot of ups and downs throughout this year, but I am very much happy to think that there have been more ups than downs. :)  I’ve experienced so many things which I never thought of experiencing. I’ve met lots of new cool people and gone to places I’ve never been before, in fact never thought I would go to. There are just so many things that this passing year has given and shown me. And right now I am wondering what the New Year has in store for me. Will I be able to experience more different new things next year? Will I be able to meet and make new friends? Will I be able to go to new and more exciting places? Who will I meet? Where will I go?

But while I’m feeling kind of worried, I’m more than excited to find out. And if ever there will be not much offers, I will make them myself. Maybe creating your own chances and opportunities is better than waiting for them to come. I will experience new things, meet new people and go to new places.

Whatever there is that this new year will bring, I am positively looking forward to it. And I think that’s what really matters. "Things happen as they will, but it is the attitude that dictates if they will turn out great or the otherwise".

Nevertheless, I hope and pray that the year 2011 will be as good as 2010…even better!

Happy New Year, everyone!^^

Choice

billet-doux. love letter.

12/26/10 11:52am

There are so many things I wanted to tell you. I want to tell you stories you never heard before. Stories about me. But I can’t tell you now. I chose not to. I’m saving all of them until the day we meet. I want to tell them to you face to face. Seeing your reactions in real time would be nice. :)

“We don’t have that option, do we?”

“There’s always an option. And you always have a choice.”

……

I’m giving you the option. I’m giving you the chance. One word. Just one word…and who knows? I might even come running just to see you.

But I guess you have made the choice.

...a choice that I might just have to keep those stories to myself.  

EVERGREEN

12/22/2010 7:40pm

I love writing. Well, it’s not that I’m all that great at it. Though there were times when I do think so. Haha! But it is more than that. It is because I think writing is part of being me. Quiet…yet full of ideas, mostly weird ideas which I thought no one would understand but me. So I write.

I used to maintain a blog site when I was in high school. It was a fad during those days. But then I stopped after two years or so. I thought I’m using too much of my time thinking of what post could draw a lot of views and comments from my online friends.  Well, it is not that bad as it sounded. After all, it is the essence of it. Maintaining a blog site is a personal way to make oneself heard; for people to know more about your thoughts, your ideas, your feelings, and sometimes just what you’re up to these days. I had so many things in my head back then. I got tired. Instead of writing everything down, I thought it would be better to experience things as they come and forget them as they go. I need not struggle to find the right words for every experience, for every feeling, for every emotion I have felt and seen. Happy memories are kept inside. Sad ones are thrown away into the cosmos.

But then again, I love writing.  The fact that I am writing something about it shows how big of a deal it is for me. I may have gotten tired of literally writing my thoughts away but I always find myself writing my simple everyday stories in my head. It is what I want to do, what I love to do. I wish to publish a book someday. But I’m still not decided what it would be all about.

I know I still have a long way to go. That is why I decided to start simple, by blogging for example. A good friend of mine would always tell me to practice and hone my writing skills. I know that it is one advice I can truly trust. Besides, I still have a book to write soon. I need to practice if I want it to be published and recognized by the community of readers, right?

I was once asked what goals I have in life. Of course there are the cliché answers: to be successful in my chosen career, to have a family of my own, to be rich, etc. To completely answer the question would surely take me days. But the only answer I offered is this: To live a life in such a way that when I die, I would leave a legacy that everyone can remember. In short, to be timeless (but not in the literal sense of the word. Haha!).

And this, I think, is one way to be timeless…

I want to write timeless tales, timeless stories -- stories which I can go back to and read, stories to laugh at, stories to cry for, stories to learn from.

To make every experience, every feeling, every emotion… EVERGREEN.