You're like my own personal brand of Heroin -Edward Cullen-

You simply can't have it, even though it makes you so happy.

Little boy, you made my day

It was two days ago, that I rested my eyes on the cutest little boy ever :)
He was about 4 years of age, 2 feet tall with puppy eyes and chubby rosy cheeks.

I happened to be at a children's Christmas party and it had just come to an end.The crowd was thinning as kids and parents made their way home. Strangely enough the sound system was still blasting dance music, and I watched, amused ,as this little boy went up the stage and started dancing. He danced, song after song, swayed and jived with such charming elegance as if he'd been born to dance, oblivious of the attention that he was drawing. At that time I was convinced, that yes, some people were indeed born to dance! (:
To him all that mattered was that the music kept playing so that he could keep dancing. He couldn't care less what the crowd thought of him, or whether he looked like a fool, or whether he was keeping time to the song. I saw in him the beauty that we all lose as we grow up, as we become more educated, more aware and self-concious. We plan and contemplate before speaking and hesitate before doing anything, afraid of what others might say or think.

Somewhere along the way, we forgot how to loose ourselves in the music and just, Dance :)

Please take a step back

I'm angry ;
what gives you the right to walk into my life and play such a big part in it,
what gives you the right to spend so much time with me and care so much for me,
You know I hate things that don't last. And maybe it wasn't because you cared, maybe it was because you needed someone and I was there, I was convenient for you. I hate insincerity, I hate being used. I hate being lied to. and I can't trust you. Forgive me, I'm skeptical, I'm judgmental,
but I'm merely done with getting hurt.

Its like getting wasted, a transient moment of happiness with bad consequences.
No, Im not going to let it happen.At least I'll try with all I can.
=/
maybe I'm overreacting, maybe I'm imagining, but its okay, for blogging is for ranting. right?

Why do you torment me :(

I used to believe that God made all beings for a purpose.
but seriously, a ciccada?

there I was making my way up to the sanctuary floor of my church thinking I would be able to cut a few calories if I took the stairs.And to my utmost horror, my clumsy footsteps woke the two dormant n seemingly dead cicadas! I screamed a silent scream, scrambled up the steps, threw the coloured paper rolls I had in my hands at the crackling/cackling cicada and I didn't stop running till I was safe and sound within the four walls and a DOOR. the door- I needed it to shut out the cicada song they were singing.
nightmarish creatures they are :( *shiverss...*

Start living,stop the whining

If its true that,

"we've got 86400 seconds in a day to turn it all around or throw it all away...we gotta live like we're dying...",

does that mean that its okay to act irresponsibly,
does it mean we can screw all the exams and worries about the future/careers,
does it mean we should live for the present and take it that the consequences of our actions don't matter because we might not actually be around to witness it,
that we should actually be splurging all the wealth, and indulging in all the sinfully good things in life,
and that whenever the opportunity of love and happiness comes along the way you should jump at it?

Honestly, I'm not quite sure myself. But I know I would never be able to loosen the grip on my future ,the future that I foolishly think I am in control of.
but I AM sure that lifes too fragile and short to waste your time mourning over a broken heart,or in self-pity.
There is more than this for me.

[Post triggered by the news of 32-yr old Brittany Murphy's death :( ]