Nostalgia is painful
As it scours through the mind and soul
Rummaging, foraging for a reminiscent piece of the past
Once so good a past
Now elastisizes itself back to the present
A present that in itself might be a good or bad past
Nostalgia is the same flow of blood
Through the stream of rememberance
Every drop has witnessed the past without a moment forgotten
As long as it is in the blood
It matters not what the brain forgets or remembers
Because nostalgia is a feeling
Not a piece of the mind, or rather the brain, that remembers
It's the every drop of blood that flowed from the birth day that counts.

The person who came up with the word "armpit" was probably a really quirky guy. It sounds so crude when you say it. "UMM-PEET". Maybe that's why someone else came along and changed it to "underarms". At least that sounds nicer, although it does nothing to the smell. It smells just the same... sniff sniff...

We, as humans, are a bunch of creatures who are never contented with what we have, always scouring and scarring the faces of people to save ours, and searching for the oasis that is just a mere figment of our imagination. In actual fact, that idealistic shimmery crave that gnaws at our guts, utopia, is right behind us.

It is always difficult to see the good things we have been bestowed upon on this earth. And even more so, a rare sight to be able to see someone stopping to apprecaite and say the 2 simple words "thank you". That, is itself utopia for me.

I want to be a rock star. I want to write more songs.

Everyday I cradle my guitar like there's nothing else in the world to hold on to but to someone who made me pick it up again. Thanks.

i love mornings. especially when the sun still looks sleepy after it has just awoken. 5am and the sun breaks rays upon the weary world all ready for the batterings of human activities. and while i behold the darkness dissolving with my tired eyes, all full from pancakes and wedges and ears tired from all the gossip from 3 girls all excited about past news, i saunter down the wee morning streets back home with all them in my arms =) oh well i wish. ha. sang praise songs till the coming of the first bus back to char's place. penny devoured my bed.

Hi. Elliot is my name. I am a teddy bear. I have got light brown fur and black beads for my eyes. I was picked up at the post office one day by a boy and later was given to a very pretty girl as a gift. I am now a very happy teddy because I have lots of friends: Baba, Momo, Huey and Stewie. We are all very happy because this pretty girl talks to us and treats us very nice. But I think that she treats Baba nicer than the rest of us. We all envy him.

One day Huey and Stewie told me that they are quite tired because they always get flattened whenever the pretty girl sleeps on them. And sometimes she is lazy to bathe and they have to hold their breath because her hair is smelly. But we all love her just the same, and I am glad to be a part of her life. I want to be with her until I grow old.

Today is a very cold day. The rain has been pouring down the whole day. And I am waiting in bed talking to my friends and waiting for the pretty girl to come and talk to us and cuddle us so that we can be warm and sleep well. I think she is watching TV now. There are funny voices that are not hers coming out of the living room. So I guess it's the TV show that she is watching.

Lucky I am a soft toy. I do not go hungry at all. And I cannot move on my own. So I do not need to feed myself. And they say it's easy to get hungry especially when the weather gets cold. I do not wish to be a human. So I think I am a lucky teddy, all happy and furry with lots of friends to play with. =)

Change is a never ceasing disease that causes all of us to run for cover and seek solace in the bosom of our all sturdy and comfortable backyard of our minds. It is a plague that eats us up and we will never grow if we refuse to budge and hang at the edge of the cliff, not having enough faith to let go of it.

I have learnt and my cliff is far away from reach, but still within sight. And what a beautiful spectacle, a memory of what I used to cling on, I behold. None will ever know the true beauty of theirs unless they let go. Sometimes, it is the scenery that everyone wants to look at but are afraid to make the journey and continue clinging on.

Or is it the length of the road that I have taken? And that I have seen all the road signs, which some have yet to see, that has led me to where I am standing now? The piece of land that I stand on looking ahead to where my memory stands.

Take it easy as you walk down the streets of you. Keep walking and enjoy the view as you walk through the garden of your life. Live like you have never heard of tomorrow and you'll see how beautiful everything will be.

Charlene : Petite and feminine

I see her, sweetness before me,
An angel with peppered freckles
Kissed upon her cheery cheeks
Her laughter captures my heart
In adorable gurgles like bubble gum bounces
And like she, too, a cherubim skip
Holds time for a moment
While the vision seeps a smile through me
And I do, like a man who's lost all wariness
And rained down upon by oblivion
She returns my smile back at me
Her fragrance, pleasantly fresh and crisp
Like scented dewdrops hanging from heaven
Once again she looks at me and looks away
Eyes busy with thoughts I never can read
But endearing anyhow
As I adore her charming face

But I do know one thing. I'm in love and that's something that I am thankful to be blessed with. To be able to love is a gift not many people have. And it is very true that love does conquer all. Everyday seems almost perfect and I would kill just to stay this way forever. I do not ask for much.

Just you...

That sour feeling clumps up and creeps into my throat again. I really don't know anymore. I don't know if I have lost myself already or not. I don't know how to walk anymore, cos my legs feel horribly numb and my knees are giving way. In fact, I feel like my whole body's giving way.

Do I really know how it feels now? What is this whole thing all about now? I have put in a fair bit and sometimes just a single word would really make my day. But I'm really eaten up into this that I can't let go. I'll be that one who stands aside to take the blows but still remain standing, undaunted.

I often wonder why it is so easy to take things for granted, and to be taken for granted. I'm still learning to take it easy, but I'm really happy anyway.

And I smile too. For after all that I have put in, aren't I entitled to at least a smile too? I can tell myself to be happy now. Well at least for now. I'm starting to feel more at peace recently. All the mess in me is beginning to alleviate from within, shaping into something more wholesome and sound. And I am thankful for everything that has become what it has become.

I don't really give much of a concern to anything else around me now. For what I have is totally inexplicable and surreal, and I am happy.

It has been one hellava week I must say. Stripclubs and all. Getting eaten up by the sun and all. Saving a life from the undercurrents but to be treated like an aquaintance and not even a word of gratitude in the end.

There's no other happiness greater than being able to make peace with your enemy. And I bridged this animosity. The happiness that I'm bearing is much bigger.