A pot of flowers lies forgotten in the vague memory.
The harsh winter wind blows, and snow descends upon the frosty leaves of pine.
And there still lies the pot of flowers
Bright yellow petals forever frozen, encased in a coffin of ice.
Thicker. Thicker.
The white precipitate piles on.
More. More. More.
And the flowers trembled ever so slightly.
Spring comes;
Beautiful fragments don thawed earth.
Scattered.
And it shatters.
February 14, 2008
February 10, 2008
Ah, I feel a rare bout of melancholy.
Sometimes, people should cherish what they currently have, and not wait till it's all too late. Friends, lovers, family, acquaintances.
It's a strange thing. You may claim that you will not be affected if someone you've met before, talked to, but have never been close to dies... like maybe a distant classmate or someone you've met online, or a friend you've made in a short camp but never kept in contact with. Inevitably, I believe that some part of you would recall the time you've talked to that person, and that part of you will feel a sense of loss.
I suppose that it's too much for someone to grieve for someone who never was close, unless the person was really sentimental. But, for me at least, I'm sure I would reminisce about the time spent together, no matter how short... and still feel a gaping hole somewhere within.
Think; that long forgotten memory that was shared only between you and the other person. Now, you're the only one left to tell the tale. Imagine, the next time you're reminded of something the person may have liked, or a common interest you've shared.. you turn around, take out your phone and stare at the person's contact... and replaced your phone into the back of your pocket. It is then that you'll feel it.... a mixed emotion of longing, regret, and hollowness.
It's a terrible feeling...... but you wouldn't be sad, because you know it's part of life. At the same time though, the emptiness just builds up. Every time someone leaves you, steps out of your life.. it's kind of painful. It isn't the sharp piercing pain you get when you get a deep cut, nor the vibrating dull throbbing of a bee's sting... this is a heartache, deep down... deep down... You could always get new friends, can always find someone much better, but the new one cannot ever replace the person who've stepped out of your life simply because everyone is different, and the memories would never repeated themselves, or be as beautiful as the ones framed in your mind.
So, people... I just want to remind everyone of this...
If you love someone, love them with your heart, and declare them with your actions.
If you've enjoyed someone's company, stare into their eyes and say your thanks.
If you have a crush on someone, find an opportunity and just tell them that.
If you have a friend, give them a friendly punch and say 'hey, I'm glad to know that you'll always be there for me'
If you've thought your family to be horrid, take a step back and think of your good old days when they took care of you.
If you stopped talking to someone because of a conflict that you had, find the time to apologize and solve things out.
If you had an unwanted confession, be honest (and cruel if necessary) and not let the other party have painful false hopes.
.... *sighs*
Sometimes, people should cherish what they currently have, and not wait till it's all too late. Friends, lovers, family, acquaintances.
It's a strange thing. You may claim that you will not be affected if someone you've met before, talked to, but have never been close to dies... like maybe a distant classmate or someone you've met online, or a friend you've made in a short camp but never kept in contact with. Inevitably, I believe that some part of you would recall the time you've talked to that person, and that part of you will feel a sense of loss.
I suppose that it's too much for someone to grieve for someone who never was close, unless the person was really sentimental. But, for me at least, I'm sure I would reminisce about the time spent together, no matter how short... and still feel a gaping hole somewhere within.
Think; that long forgotten memory that was shared only between you and the other person. Now, you're the only one left to tell the tale. Imagine, the next time you're reminded of something the person may have liked, or a common interest you've shared.. you turn around, take out your phone and stare at the person's contact... and replaced your phone into the back of your pocket. It is then that you'll feel it.... a mixed emotion of longing, regret, and hollowness.
It's a terrible feeling...... but you wouldn't be sad, because you know it's part of life. At the same time though, the emptiness just builds up. Every time someone leaves you, steps out of your life.. it's kind of painful. It isn't the sharp piercing pain you get when you get a deep cut, nor the vibrating dull throbbing of a bee's sting... this is a heartache, deep down... deep down... You could always get new friends, can always find someone much better, but the new one cannot ever replace the person who've stepped out of your life simply because everyone is different, and the memories would never repeated themselves, or be as beautiful as the ones framed in your mind.
So, people... I just want to remind everyone of this...
If you love someone, love them with your heart, and declare them with your actions.
If you've enjoyed someone's company, stare into their eyes and say your thanks.
If you have a crush on someone, find an opportunity and just tell them that.
If you have a friend, give them a friendly punch and say 'hey, I'm glad to know that you'll always be there for me'
If you've thought your family to be horrid, take a step back and think of your good old days when they took care of you.
If you stopped talking to someone because of a conflict that you had, find the time to apologize and solve things out.
If you had an unwanted confession, be honest (and cruel if necessary) and not let the other party have painful false hopes.
.... *sighs*
February 4, 2008
Fluids, more commonly known as things that flow. Contrary to the common understanding to this term, fluids comprises not of mere water but gases as well.
Fluidity. The capacity of something to flow.. the ease of this motion.
Are liquids and gases the only things to flow?
Why do they flow?
According to science, these fluids flow because of the concentration difference; the potential difference between the two sources and the push to seek equilibrium, or it flows because of an external pressure applied to the stationary, causing it to move, to flow.
And that, is science.
But here.... I believe that fluidity is subjective.. an object, no matter the weight and magnificence, can be as fluid as you think it to be. Fluidity is more of a shift, a change.... the act of adaptation to the surroundings more than a simple locomotion.
...... I'll continue next time.
Fluidity. The capacity of something to flow.. the ease of this motion.
Are liquids and gases the only things to flow?
Why do they flow?
According to science, these fluids flow because of the concentration difference; the potential difference between the two sources and the push to seek equilibrium, or it flows because of an external pressure applied to the stationary, causing it to move, to flow.
And that, is science.
But here.... I believe that fluidity is subjective.. an object, no matter the weight and magnificence, can be as fluid as you think it to be. Fluidity is more of a shift, a change.... the act of adaptation to the surroundings more than a simple locomotion.
...... I'll continue next time.
February 3, 2008
"If I could reach up and catch a star for every time you've made me smile, I'd have the entire night sky in the palm of my hand." - Unknown
Why oh why?
Can I not get my mind off you?
I tried and I tried, and I nearly succeeded
But yet again, I gave in to temptation
Is it the atmosphere of love surrounding me causing it so?
Or is it my own self-denial?
I'm trapped in my head, tortured
Tried drowning myself in illusionary waters but it didn't succeed
Instead, the aftershock came on more furious than ever
Everything somehow reminds me of you
And your scent, it fills me with longing
It was a mistake, I swear, to have let my walls crumble
At the fragile touch of you
But I know, and I know deep down
I'm never discrete; neither am I dumb
I can read the signs, but the fool refuses to let me give up
Maybe I'm seeking the familiar heartache,
For only a thousand knives would cut down a foolish clown
And it would all have been in vain...
"I dream of you when I'm asleep, you even appear when I'm awake daydreaming. There is no escaping you. I just wish it was true." - Unknown
Why oh why?
Can I not get my mind off you?
I tried and I tried, and I nearly succeeded
But yet again, I gave in to temptation
Is it the atmosphere of love surrounding me causing it so?
Or is it my own self-denial?
I'm trapped in my head, tortured
Tried drowning myself in illusionary waters but it didn't succeed
Instead, the aftershock came on more furious than ever
Everything somehow reminds me of you
And your scent, it fills me with longing
It was a mistake, I swear, to have let my walls crumble
At the fragile touch of you
But I know, and I know deep down
I'm never discrete; neither am I dumb
I can read the signs, but the fool refuses to let me give up
Maybe I'm seeking the familiar heartache,
For only a thousand knives would cut down a foolish clown
And it would all have been in vain...
"I dream of you when I'm asleep, you even appear when I'm awake daydreaming. There is no escaping you. I just wish it was true." - Unknown
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