one of the best love novels I've read, one closest to my heart at the moment.
our prospect towards love, irritatingly romantic and idealistic.
like her (Li-Ann) , i have to fall in love with LOVE before i can fall in love with a HIM
when would he appear? i would know with a certainty of the heart that surpassed any understanding by the mind, inferior organ by far, in the eternal human quest. i would know when place and person came together in the moment of Love's epiphany. The road to Love's Damascus had is blinding lights too: she would be dazzled for one moment then get up, rub her eyes and come face to face with the promised presence waiting at the end of the road.
now, none claimed any part of my heart. a heart rich and abundant, ready for the claiming and the claimant stood somewhere along the path. Fate will lead me. At some point, Fate ever a gentle benign presence, would stop, bend down and whisper. " That's HIM ", that point, will be the closure of a chapter of ardent search and opening the next one of joyous meeting, discovery, fulfilment, and love.
Fate being an amazing thing, comes swiftly and swoop past before you know it.
i believe in fate, not just between lovers but also friends, family and even strangers.
strangers are just friends whom you yet to know, yet to understand, yet to love.
i believe in the seemingly childish and perhaps even lame belief, that someone somewhere out there is thinking of you when you coincidentally sees the time "11:11" it sounds dumb, but that belief gives me surprise, gives me that short- lasting , perhaps a 3 seconds worth of happiness and love. Afterall, if it is a belief that brings happiness and a smile, so why not believe in something though silly, gives you joy.
this random thought just came into my mind when i was walking from the school to the station, where do people bury responsibility and guilt?
is there a pit for it?
why do some find it so hard to shove it away, to take a break and not feel guilt, to step into a train and not be guilty and worried taking a seat that someone else might need it more than me, or to have to help not because it does you good ( sometimes you hurt urself in the course of helping) yet, feels a need to, because of the obligations, and the guilt that comes along if you do not give out your hand. whereas some can just push the responsibilities and not feel anything?
i could just walk on the streets and feel bad when i see an old person carrying something heavy and i feel the need to help, yet helpless when i see how withdrawn they are. i step into the train and not dare to sit even when theres empty seats, afraid that someone comes, in a need of a place to seat. the guilt and all, happening every single moment. so "pip-ish", yet so me. sighhhh... if only, i can find the pit, i'll dump half the guilt, half my "busy-bodiness" , half of my sensitivity...
hahaha, but the main thing i wanna blog about was about the leap of love la... its just so romantic, so heart wrenching, so sweet it makes u wanna fall in love immediately. yehhhh, i feel like falling in love all over again...... >< sighhs....
as i waste the night in sighs......... i picture you in my mind.. the eyes... so mysterious, pulling me to you... then again, pulls back to reality. =.=
MUSIC AT THE MO:
1) Hardest Thing - 98 Degrees
2) Someones Watching over me - Hilary Duff
3) Beautiful - Christina
4) Until i find you again - Richard Marx
5) Wu Ding ( Rooftop?!) - Jay Chou and Landy
6) This I swear - Nick Lachey =DDDD
7) reflection - Coco Lee's rendition of it. =D
8) Nobody's home - Avril Lavigne
No comments:
Post a Comment