innocent? i think not.

i only have to say this: find the chip of wood stuck in your eye before you tell me about the speck of dust caught in mine, sweetie.

part-time lover and full-time friend

A few days ago i was talking to a buddy of mine who has been with his girl for 5 years. To me, being with someone for that long is an accomplishment, so I asked what was the secret ingredient that kept them going strong for years. He said instead of treating her as his beloved, he treats her like a best friend instead, with a touch of romance interlaced. A good relationship, according to him is not one that is made up of two great lovers, but of two best friends instead. Then it struck me. My relationship did not work out because we skipped the 'being good friends' part and jumped straigh onto the lovers' bandwagon. We did not take time to know each other in and out, to know each other's likes and dislikes, to know what the other is made of. So along the path down the road of being together, as each other's imperfection arises, the bond of the relationship loosens. It is difficult as a partner to accept the other person's shortcomings, and instead of talking about it and compromising like what friends would do, we push it deep down, bury it and hope it doesn't surface. But most of the time it does make its way up again. And that is when 'I'm sorry' is not enough and the relationship ends. That is when it is too late to mend anything because you are already tainted in your partner's eyes and there's nothing you can do to mend it. So be a part-time lover and a full-time friend. Be someone who your partner can rely on and embrace who he or she really is. It doesn't matter how imperfect you are, because to him or her you are perfect enough. :)

kesilapan

apologies unaccepted. words said but unheard. guilt plead but unforgiven. bodies present but minds unacknowledged. songs played but lyrics mute. tears shed but hearts numb. you're here. i'm here. we've flawed and hurt, in many ways. you're tired of it all. you don't wish to talk about it. you don't wish to quarrel. and you don't wish to ever meet me, because that's the best path we could take. if that's what you want, then that's what you'll get. i surrender.

it's raining as i'm writing this. i guess even the gods understand what we've gone through, and pitied us.

of cotton candies and mcflurry

if i could have one wish, just one wish, it would be to go back to my childhood era. when life was all about barbie dolls, lego, paddlepop, crayola, rota, carebears, sesame street, rainbow swirled lollipops and everything kiddo. life was easy as A B C and 1 2 3. i could eat, play and sleep as much as i wanted to, without being judged. because i am a kid, i could get away with anything by just pursing my lips and showing puppy eyes. life was easy to live back then. no complications. no worries. and most of all, no heartbreaks.