Straight from the heart...

Recently there has been so much positive energy around me, it's hard for me to be depress any longer. I'm grateful for those who showered loads of encouragement upon me. Because you guys believed in me, I have to push myself to work harder and start believing in myself. Thanks for the helping hand, one and all, for pulling me out of troubled waters. I have yet to succeed. But when I do, your kind words will not be forgotten cause you guys will always be kept close to my heart...

Tear-stained pillow...

Why do my tears flow freely as I think of him? I'm such a wreck without him. But we can't bring ourselves to live with each other. I am not even sure if i'm doing the best for the both of us. He doesn't understand why I am doing this. It seems like he is taking it easy, like nothing ever happened.

Our 4 years... filled with bits of bitterness and sweet. We're always have the best intentions for each other, just that we can't compromise. He can't stand me being "ms jerkyl and hyde", I can't stand the ways he push his opinions onto me. We are constantly going against each other. I know we could go on, till we reach the destination we set in the beginning. But I can foresee it'll be tough to keep the relationship together due to our differences.

It is painful. Really painful. But I guess it'll be best for the both of us...

For all the wrong reasons.

A long lost friend of mine confided in me recently. He has been facing relationship problems for 2 years now. The tricky part is that, he's married. He said that he has lost feelings for his wife because her attitude, behavior, etc.
His list of woes included: the wife being
- not understanding
- over-suspicious
- over-sensitive
- dictating
- a control freak
These are the common complaints men have on their missus. Personally, I feel that his marriage started on the wrong foot.

It boils down to the reason, why do couples even get married? Of course, the morally-correct and stereo-typical reason is that these couples do want to spend the rest of their lives together lovingly, as mentioned in almost all fairy tales as the “happily ever after” kind of ending. However, for my friend, his core reason is all different. His is out of filial piety. His father was diagnosed with cancer and wished to see him “settled down” before he passed on. So my friend, hastily got a decent girl, dated her for less than a year before marrying her. He told me that he is sacrificing his happiness to fulfill his father’s death wish and he will do his duty as a good husband. Frankly, to me, that’s definitely not the right reason to get married.

I have already given up in talking him into counseling. He is just waiting for his wife to give up on the marriage. It’s another sad ending, another one to add up to the already rising statistics.

I am the walrus...

Good o' Beatles of the psychedelic era. Their lyrics colourful, whimsical yet perplex. They saw Lucy in the sky, met The Nowhere Man, travelled in the Yellow Submarine and rescued Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band from the evil Meanies. Perhaps life open up a new perspective once you befriend Booze and Narcotics. Well, anyway, I have just put up one of the Beatles' numbers (with the queerest lyrics I have ever heard) on my blog. I figure, it has many many puns intended, hmmm... so how or rather...


I Am The Walrus - The Beatles

I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.
See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly.
I'm crying.

Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come.
Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday.
Man, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob.

Mister City Policeman sitting
Pretty little policemen in a row.
See how they fly like Lucy in the Sky, see how they run.
I'm crying, I'm crying.
I'm crying, I'm crying.

Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dog's eye.
Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess,
Boy, you been a naughty girl you let your knickers down.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob.

Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun.
If the sun don't come, you get a tan
From standing in the English rain.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob.

Expert textpert choking smokers,
Don't you thing the joker laughs at you?
See how they smile like pigs in a sty,
See how they snied.
I'm crying.

Semolina pilchard, climbing up the Eiffel Tower.
Elementary penguin singing Hari Krishna.
Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allan Poe.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob.
Goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob g'goo.