It hurts to breathe because every breath I take proves I can't live without you.
To fall in love is awfully simple, but to fall out of love is simply awful.
A life with love will have some thorns, but a life without love will have no roses.
Reject your sense of injury and the injury itself disappears.
The greatest pain that comes from love is loving someone you can never have.
Trying to forget someone you love is like trying to remember someone you never knew.
The stupidest mistake in life is thinking the one who hurt you the most, won't hurt you again.
The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost.
Love is unconditional, relationships are not.
For all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these, It might have been.

Goodbye...

Today...

Today i made my way to the Flagstaff gardens during my break. I sat on a park bench and ate my lunch alone as i listened to some music we shared together when we were still happy.

My heart.

so much to look forward to.

The Aftermath

He summoned the courage to enquire of his friend. He was assuming, so confident and nonchalant of the favourable reply his mind was already at work in articulating his next irrelevant thoughts on the screen. Unbeknownst to him that his dear friend would only prove the other. His dear friend, on his third day back from his interminable furlogh overseas afforded the one word that blighted his day, relegating him to sombre and melancholy piano pieces for the evening. "Frozen Silence" it read...

He never intended it to be this way. He was fond, very fond of the person in subject. Ever since his magnificent birthday soiree did he develop an unusual affinity. He imagined the happier times, the warmth and the manner in which their bodies moulded so perfectly under the sheets in that first night. He ponders the actions and inaction on his part. How he messed up with his trifling, selfish ambitions. He is sorrowful.

He imagined the happier times, he imagined what could have eventuated, but it is too late now. Already the answer afforded by his dear friend has banished the yearning. The love he imagined does not exist.

Picnic - Fitzroy Gardens

"Work like you don't need the money;
dance like no one is watching;
sing like no one is listening;
love like you've never been hurt;
and live life every day as if it were your last."


I wish i was that.

Walking on a dream

Just the other day i stumbled across a blog aggregating site that categorised blogs in the Australian blogosphere. And there i found my blog listed under "Woes". Presumptious perhaps, but considering the fact that my blog is the only channel where i consult to unleash my grievances, it inadvertently presents itself like a blizzard of my unhappiness and gripe. An unintentional anthology of the negative. This was never intended to represent my emotional dichotomy.

So it has been a few months since my last post and i am back because i am unhappy. Unhappy enough to inspire myself to pen and articulate my thoughts and musings.

I have been on this path for a couple of years now and although i have established inroads on one aspect, the other is nothing but a stronghold of disappointment and dejection. It is bewildering. Why is it that i place so much hope in this ever materialising? Why is it that of the myriad of things to be happy and contended for, am i such an unhappy person when this becomes a subject of conversation? And of all my friends who are there to support and console me, i still keep the majority of my problems to myself, wrenching my heart out in the confines of my room. And then reappearing under a facade that parlays someone who hasn't got a problem in the world.

Whoever said to "love as if you have never been hurt" was an absolute moron.

Sailing Voyage - July

YOkOHAMA - March

GAWD i'm such a tourist!

Tokyo - March