there within her portals, we've forged our destiny...

feeling poetic...

a poem is a funny thing
it can twist and hide and disguise
cover up or express a feeling
or declare out something to the skies

the days are long and i grow weary
longing for work or things more cheery
to lift me out of this boring gloom
so i'd see a little less of my room

fate does not seem kind these days
for it stifles what i want to say
but for now i say to you
patience really is a tremendous virtue

i can assure that beyond a doubt
things will happen within and without
soon, i will, i must confess
that it will happen, and with zest

no other love like it in the world...

she's always there for me. she might not show it sometimes, but i know, no matter how deep a hole i dig myself into, no matter how stupidly i act, no matter how i turn on her at times, no matter how much trouble i cause her, that she will always love me. sure, she'll get angry, sad, frustrating to deal with. but like me, she's made of flesh and blood as well. she's nowhere near perfect, but i'll still love her, no matter how much she chides me, nags me, smacks me. while i wish everyone was as blessed as i am to have someone like her, unfortunately, that's not the case. however, that won't stop me from viewing her as perfect, nor will it change my perspective on others like her. despite our differences, despite our conflicting views, despite our fights, she'll always want the best for me, go totally out of her way for me.

there's no greater love on this world than a mother for her child. and, while i know you'll probably never read this mom, i love you. always. and i'm thankful that God has blessed with me such a great and wonderful person in my life. happy mothers' day.

The Rose
Bette Midler

Some say love, it is a river,
that drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor,
that leaves your soul to bleed

Some say love, it is a hunger,
an endless aching need
I say love, it is a flower,
and you, its only seed

Its the heart afraid of breaking,
that never learns to dance
Its the dream afraid of waking,
that never takes the chance

Its the one who won't be taken,
the one who can't seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying,
that never learns to live

When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
And you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong

Just remember that in the winter,
far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed, that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose.

injury? or just old weary bones?

it's been a nervy past few days. ever since sunday that is.

hobbling around with a mysterious pain in the foot doesn't exactly soothe one's nerves after street soccer with the metatarsal buzzword being bandied about like a kid imitating a new word he learnt from his folks. especially with the pain seemingly directly coming from the boney area with no visible swelling or discolouration to the region.

just hope it goes away soon... =\

say nighty-night and kiss me... just hold me tight and tell me you miss me...

Dream A Little Dream Of Me
Michael Bublé

Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper, 'I love you.'
Birds singing in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me

Say nighty-night and kiss me
Just hold me tight and tell me you miss me
While I'm alone and blue as can be
Dream a little dream of me

Stars fading but I linger on, dear
Still craving your kiss
I'm longing to linger till dawn, dear
Just saying this

Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams, whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me

Stars fading but I linger on, dear
Still craving your kiss
I'm longing to linger till dawn, dear
Just saying this

Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams, whatever they be
Dream a little dream of...
Dream a little dream of...
Dream a little dream... of... me

Dream a little dream of... me

another swipe at politics...

politics has never really been cast in a favourable light for me. growing up on battletech novels that depict politicians as ruthless, cold, unforgiving and two-faced human beings who often for their own benefit, end up sacrificing the honourable and heroic warriors or inflicting sufferring upon their people. yes, there were politicians who were heroes as well, but more often than not, their past is so coloured with unsavoury incidents that it's hard to really like a politician, for you never know when they'll change or turn for the worst. often enough, the media is manipulated to sway the masses, playing up their nobility, showing the baby-kissing, the visits to old folks' homes and orphanages, whilst painting the darkest, most terrible pictures of their enemies, even if that might not be the case.

i guess fiction isn't really far from reality sometimes. reading the stuff reported by yahoo news on the elections never ceases to amuse, disgust, baffle or annoy me. i guess some people just can't handle the truth, and i don't think either side of the fence is a whole host of angels either. all this mud-flinging over one stupid issue gets tiring after a while, and hearing promise after promise after promise gets grating on the ears. "i'll make this place better than there-n-there in so many years." "so-and-so picked his nose in front of so many people. you can't expect him to lead the country, can you? vote me!" meh. things have been said over and over again over the years, that i think it's reached a point where people can see for themselves if things are going in the right direction. upgrading this, upgrading that... ugh. it's so tiresome sometimes. aren't there better things to be said? is it ever possible to go through campaigning without someone attempting to assassinate anyone's character in an election for once?

oh, and the sdp tactics still continue to baffle and amuse me. banned from speaking from rallys, comedian of the month chee soon juan gets his sister to read an email written by him out to the rally. ok, i give him credit for playing by the rules for once. but it's really sad (and comforting to know i'm not such a loser) to see someone resort to such silly tactics to have himself heard. i agree that everyone deserves to be listened to, but i draw the line when it becomes as ridiculous and as pathetic an attempt as this. it's all so bloody wayang sometimes, it just sickens me.

i can't wait for all these politicians to just shut up and get on with getting this country working again. less talk, more action please.

the strange coincidence greg notices today is...

wayne rooney's metatarsal being broken, once again, by a portugese player(yeah, it just struck me). lightning strikes twice, jinxed by the portugese or just sheer randomness?