someone like you

"There's nothing quite like the feeling when you're listening to a song written by someone you don't know, who you've never met, who some how manages to describe exactly how you felt at a particular moment in your life.

...if you've ever had a broken heart, you're about to remember it now"

Happy Valentine's Day

In the words of Carrie Bradshaw, “Later that day I got to thinking about relationships. There are those that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring you somewhere unexpected, those that bring you far from where you started, and those that bring you back. But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the you you love, well, that's just fabulous.”

falling slowly

one of the few things that make me realize how pure and innocent love can truly be.

and so i ask

why do people cheat on their partner even if they know it's wrong?

this is how i am starting my new year

Girls [and guys] are taught a lot of stuff growing up. If a guy punches [someone irritates] you he likes you. Never try to trim your own bangs, and someday you will meet a wonderful guy, and get your very own happy ending. Every movie we see, every story we're told implores us to wait for it, the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. But sometimes we're so focused on finding our happy ending we don't learn how to read the signs. How to tell from the ones who want us and the ones who don't, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. And maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy, maybe... it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is... just... moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this, knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment you never gave up hope. (Gigi, He's Just Not Into You)

love-hate relationship with our moms

while i was taking a break from my thesis, i came across this interesting take on our relationship with our mother. ever since i was born, my mother has always been there by my side. i guess i'm really lucky that my mom has dedicated herself to me and my brother -- making sure that we get whatever we need and want in life. however, there were also many instances in the past where i hated her for not understanding me. but amidst this imperfect relationship i have with her, she would always be one of the people i'd wish to be by my side forever.

at 3 yrs old: "Ma, I love you"
at 10 yrs old: "Mom whatever!"
at 16 yrs old: "OMG! My Mom is so annoying!"
at 18 yrs old: "I wanna leave this house."
at 25 yrs old: "Mom, you were right."
.........at 30 yrs old: "I want to go back to my Mom's house."
at 50 yrs old: "I don't wanna lose my Mom."
at 70 yrs old: "I would give up anything for my Mom to be here."

i am alone

when loneliness suddenly creeped in, i couldn't help but remember william wordsworth's "the solitary reaper."

Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here, or gently pass!
Alone she cuts and binds the grain,
And sings a melancholy strain;
O listen! for the Vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound.
No Nightingale did ever chaunt
More welcome notes to weary bands
Of travellers in some shady haunt,
Among Arabian sands:
A voice so thrilling ne’er was heard
In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,
Breaking the silence of the seas
Among the farthest Hebrides.
Will no one tell me what she sings?--
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things,
And battles long ago:
Or is it some more humble lay,
Familiar matter of to-day?
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
That has been, and may be again?
Whate’er the theme, the Maiden sang
As if her song could have no ending;
I saw her singing at her work,
And o’er the sickle bending;--
I listened, motionless and still;
And, as I mounted up the hill
The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more.

i guess i am afaird to be alone after all.