I just want you to know who I am

And I'd give up forever to touch you

Cause I know that you feel me somehow

You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be

And I don't want to go home right now

And all I can taste is this moment

And all I can breathe is your life

Cause sooner or later it's over

I just don't want to miss you tonight

I don't want the world to see me

Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's made to be broken

I just want you to know who I am

I just want you to know who I am

I just want you to know who I am

I just want you to know who I am

I just want you to know who I am

my small world, far away from your perfect one

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

INTERNATIONAL WOMENS' DAY
This picture to commemorate INTERNATIONAL WOMENS' DAY tomorrow!!!

I realised that SOME guys in our schol are very supposrtive of violence against women.
Which is really sad, cos without us, they would still be in a guys school.
Don't we light up their life, add a little colour and laughter to it, or is whatever the kind-hearted girl does meaningless to the guy who's fixated with this hot and pretty (and bitchy) girl who probably doen't give a damn about him and is enjoying the power of toying with his life.
Sometimes, love isn't perfect. heck, love is never perfect, and in its human imperfection is its beauty. if i loved someone and he loved me back just the same, the tenderness in a relationship isn't seen as much as when the girl, plain and sane yet infinitely kind-hearted and loving, cares so much that her heart breaks, for a guy who just doesn't see the angel within her, a guy who's fixated with the earthly, the corrupted and corruptible.
I know that if i do love someone, it'll never be reciprocated. love, it turns out, is seldom blind. it apparently gazes appreciatively at shapely legs, longs for a slim tall pretty hourglass figure and wouldn't mind a bit of naivety. no matter how much i look past in a guy, certain things abt me will never be looked past, some major things that don't change my being and spirit, but matter to certain facist people around me. love means treating someone as an equal. the greatest human love is about becoming one, with no "i" nor "you", being one entity, becoming one in spirit and soul. how can you become one with a person who refuses to see you as an equal, worthy of his love and so much more, precious enough to be clung on to forever.
i live alone, i don't have the luxury of being precious to any one. i feel lost, worthless and most of all, unloved. no matter what, evelyn will feel that way until God opens the eyes of THAT SOMEONE SPECIAL and change my life completely. i'm waiting, i've been waiting for 17 years for that magical moment of recognition, of reconciliation, of a swirling mist of happiness to get lost in forever, where sadness cannot find you, where the bruises are healed by love and love sweeps you off your feet and takes you off to a distant land where neither pain or sorrow can touch you.
i'm an idealist, i know.
and i also know that my life is far from ideal...
and that sometimes love , however perfect, however true, however sincere, patient and caring, cannot trancend over even mere rules and oaths...
but i'll leave, not with the bitterness of an unloved heart, but with the mercy, perfect love and acceptance of these lines:
And now i've found,
the greatest love of all is mine
when You laid down Your life
the greatest sacrifice...

[x] i'm still waiting for you
Wednesday, March 07, 2007

I'm standing on the bridge
I'm waiting in the dark
I thought that you'd be here by now
There's nothing but the rain
No footsteps on the ground
I'm listening but there's no sound

Isn't anyone tryinâ to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home?

It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Won't you take me by the hand
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
But I... I'm with you
I'm with you

i'm slipping off the edge

i'm hanging by a thread

i wanna start this over again.