The way i love you...

I'm blogging while waiting for my shows to load. lol. Just needed something to occupy myself while waiting and blogging seems like an immediate go-to. Anways, been watching some new shows lately coz my favourite shows are on a hiatus! Smallville, One tree hill, Gossip Girl are all on a break. And no, GG isn't a chick flick. So while waiting for their return in March, i started watching The Big Bang Theory and How I Met Your Mother. They're both freaking funny and awesome! All you peeps who haven't tuned in to these shows should do so immediately! They've been the reason why i stay awake till the wee hours of the night. lol. But seriously, go watch them.

Still having writer's block. Really frustrating. Wonder what will inspire me and break the dam which is suppressing my creativity.

Tamia-The way i Love you [ introduced by zul. Thanks bro =D ]


Your voice never fails to give me solace
Your laugh never fails to put a smile on my face
Your tears never fail to cause mine to surface
Your prescence is what holds me together

The thought of you not being in my life?
Utterly imaginable
As destiny would have it
The thought will soon become a reality

Life brings each of us down different paths
For some reason or another
Ours happened to cross
Fate? maybe

Though the time for our paths to diverge
Is drawing near
I'll still love you
Always and Forever

MAD

Haven't been blogging for the past couple of days so i thought i'd just update tonight. Soo, i took meifong's brother out today coz she was busy working and couldn't afford to entertain him. Went to watch Valkyrie. Its a really good! It revolves around a plot to assasinate Hitler. Tom Cruise did a brilliant job in this movie too. Definitely recommend all you history and war buffs to go catch it =)
Watched American Idol just now and wow, this season is really the best so far. My favs so far are Anoop "Dog" Desai and Dani Goki. Both of them truly amazing singers and i foresee them going a long way in the competition.

On a more depressing note, i lost my inspiration! I just can't think of stories to write about at the moment and its really frustrating coz i know that i have it in me but i just cant seem to get it out! Anyone know the cure for writer's block?

Mad- Ne-Yo


If my life were a painting, you'd be the brilliant colours which made it beautiful

-Empty-

Emptiness,nothingness,void. Different words but with similar meanings. I guess these are the best words to describe my life at the moment. I dont know what im doing with my life. For the past few weeks, i feel like i've no purpose in life. Everyday i wake up, and i feel nothing,empty,hollow. Its just that my days have no purpose anymore. This is why im desperately trying to rediscover and infuse meaning into my days,my life. Tried looking for jobs as employment would give my life some sort of structure , but still to no avail. Just my luck i guess. Most of my friends are already serving ns, and the remaining friends that i do have, have their own schedules and plans. Guess i can't utilise hanging out with friends to fill up my days. Figures.

Most of all, i feel insignificant. Like my existence has no impact on the life of others. I know it sounds damn emo but that's a pretty apt description of my life at the moment. My self esteem took a huge hit and i'm constantly doubting my self worth. Guess im just not good enough. Fucked up. That's another good phrase to concisely describe me right now. Enough of my emo shit. Sorry for this guys. Just using blogging as an outlet to pour out my thoughts and feelings. I'm okay. Isn't that what you say when someone close to you has died and people come up to you and deliver their condolences?

The Comet

"Is that it? Is that it?" questioned the child excitedly. "No my dear, that's just a star" answered the father patiently. A few feet away, a man looked at the family and smiled to himself. The family was just one of the many who had gathered at the lake that night to witness the arrival of Halie's Comet, an occurrence once every few millennia. The man was alone, a solitary figure amongst the crowd., The velvety darkness of the sky was riddled with the sprinkling of stars. A good night for comet-gazing, the man thought. Leaning against a massive oak, he gazed silently at the sky and waited.

It was a few hours later when the child earlier, exclaimed excitedly once again, "Oh my god, daddy look! It's HUGE!" A wave of excitement and anticipation swept across the gathered crowd, as several other people started pointing and squealing. Everyone...except the man. He stood stolidly and stared. He could not take his eyes of the comet. It was massive, yet elegant. Beautiful, yet deadly. Its brilliance lit up the night sky, forcing the stars to cower behind it. The man paid no attention to the stars whatsoever. He had never seen anything so beautiful. He felt as if his whole life had led up to this moment, as if this was his destiny, his purpose. All of it had been for this. The arrival of this miracle. With elegant grace and powerful assurance, the comet danced its way across the sky. Then, it was gone. Just like that. As suddenly as it appeared, its disappearance was just as swift.

The man continued to stare into the heavens. The world seemed much darker without the brilliance of the comet, of the angel. His purpose, his destiny, had disappeared. What was the point of everything now? Everything seemed gloomier. The world seemed an inescapable abyss. Darkness surrounded him yet again, embracing him into its cold arms. It hurt, this aching feeling inside him. It hurt. He felt like a blind man, groping desperately for his crutch, his comet, his angel. The stars twinkled softly, quietly offering their help to illuminate this abyss in which he had fallen into, but he did not register them. His eyes were only searching for the brilliance which had lighted up his life but it was gone. Never coming back. He struggled hard to wrap his head around the fact that life had to go on, that life had more meaning than a comet, but to no avail. He knew, deep down to the very core of his soul, that that comet, that angel, was what he had lived the past few decades for. Now it was gone.

That thought kept reverberating in his mind, as if his subconscious was telling him to accept the fact and move on. How could he? He knew that nothing could compare to its sheer brilliance. He collapsed onto the ground, the moist grass caressing his face as he laid his head down onto the soft underbelly of this abyss, of this darkness. "Halie..." he thought, weeping silently into the earth. Halie...