And So The Sky Will Clear

A while ago there was this rain that came down... it started sweet and pleasant like a drizzle, however it continued to grow.. prehaps too heavy. The rain continued to drench on mercilessly, bringing an unusually overwhelming sense of wetness around, soaking to a miserable state whatever that lies open under it. It went on like for forever. Unlike her usual visits, this time my friend didn't speak a single bit. Her eyes were sad, but not sad enough to cry. She didn't talk, but i know how she feels. We sat together silently watching the rain fall, and after what seems like eternity, she spoke.

"When is it gonna end? It's killing me"
"I dunno about that.. but i hope it'll end soon too."

Still the rain continued to fall endlessly, and we were so tired that we fell asleep. By the time we woke up the rain stopped.

"Did we missed the rainbow?" she said.
"I don't think there were any... look, the sky's totally grey and overcast."
"ohh." she replied, disappointed.

I could tell that she hoped for something else, but she knew in her heart that the rain's not gonna end the way she wanted. She left silently without saying goodbye, and i didn't stop her to cheer her up or anything. I knew nothing at this time could make her feel better, but i know that given some time, the sky will clear soon. Eventually.

Is There Something Wrong With The Meter Guage?

Another Song of The Day... This one's The Distance by a duo called Evan & Jaron. Sad song about the distance (duh)...what distance? the one measurable in metres? i guess as you read on you will know what kind of distance.


The sky has lost its color
The sun has turned to grey
At least that’s how it feels to me
Whenever you're away

I crawl up in the corner
To watch the minutes pass
Each one brings me closer to
The time you’re coming back

I can’t take the distance
I can’t take the miles
I can’t take the time
Until the next time i see you smile
I can’t take the distance
I’m not ashamed
And I can't take a breath
without saying your name
But I can’t brave a hurricane
And still be standing tall when all the dust has settled down
I can't take the distance

I still believe my feelings
But sometimes I feel too much
I make believe you’re close to me
But it ain’t close enough
Not nearly close enough

I can’t take the distance
I can’t take the miles
I can’t take the time
Until the next time i see you smile
I can’t take the distance
I’m not ashamed
And I can't take a breath
without saying your name
But I can’t brave a hurricane
And still be standing tall when all the dust has settled down
I can't take the distance

I can’t take the distance
I can’t take the miles
I can’t take the time
Until the next time i see you smile
I can’t take the distance
I’m not ashamed
And I can't take a breath
without saying your name
But I can’t brave a hurricane
And still be standing tall when all the dust has settled down
I can't take the distance

I will go the distance
I will go the miles
That’s how much you mean to me

Hello Are You There?

There's a song that's been stirring in my head for today (for a particular reason)... pretty nice song called "Call & Answer" by Barenaked Ladies. For this reason i'm putting up the lyrics, 'cause i really find it beautifully written.


I think
it's getting to the point where I can be myself again
It's getting to the point where we have almost made amends
I think
its' the getting to the point that's the hardest part

Chorus:
If you call I will answer
and if you fall I will pick you up
and if you court this disaster I"ll point you home
I'll point you home

You think
I only think about you when we're both in the same room
I 'm only here to witness the remains of loving you
You think
we're here to play a game of who loves more than who

(Chorus)

You think
It's only fair to do what's best for you and you alone
You think
It's only fair to do the same thing for me when your not home
I think
It's time to make this something that's more than only fair

(Chorus)

I'm warning you, don't ever do
those crazy messed up things you do
If you ever do, I promise you
I'll be the first to crucify you
it's time to prove that you came back here to rebuild
Rebuild..
Rebuild (repeat)

Smile at The Rain

Who knew my next post was gonna be on the next day? (i'm quite an inconsistent person!) lol... Am sitting in from of my regular computer in the lab while air-drying my samples, so figured to go write some stuff. Currently my regcom (regular computer) is belching out Embrace and Coldplay, both mellow-ish Brit alt-bands...figure i was affected by the short storm that came by in the early afternoon. I've always had a strange affection towards the rain - the way it comes and showers, then leaving a fresh clear sky. It all begins with the anticipation of the rain coming when clouds gather .. "will it rain or will it not? when will it come? how long would that be? should i bring an umbrella?" ..By the time the last thought runs its final lap in the brain, already the first drop of the rain falls on the ground. Following the first few fresh rain drops comes the rest rushing on a mass race to the earth...it could be a gentle romantic drizzle, or a heavy hard unforgiving thunderstorm...whatever style the rain chooses to fall, it is up to the mood of the weather to choose, not us. I always take rain as a blessing than complaining about it, because although you can't do many things outside due to the rain (don't we all?), the rain always manages to bring about a halt- a break from work, a stop to movement, a chance to catch our breaths and think. Instead of blaming the rain for wasting our precious time, i like to thank her for giving me a break. A visit from an old kind friend who's been though with me on my downs and shared my saddness. Now it may seem weird that a common weather phenomenon could be a friend so special to me, but it doesn't really. She comes with her own sorrows, sometimes expressing it meeky and sobberish, sometimes expressing rage and angst. Her sorrows connects with mine- she relates, she understands. Slowly her attitude changes - her tears become kind blessings for life on earth and as she continues to show me how she makes the best out of the worst, her spirits liften and she becomes light, sliently she makes her exit, leaving me with a bright clear sky and sometimes a rainbow. Is she gone forever? No, she's still around, only that she's not sad, least for now. That's the way life goes as well... Sad times always manage to strike no matter how you are doing. You can stay in the gloom and get drenched in your own rain, or you can look at the rain on the positive side and learn a lesson from it-life's not fair (literally and meteologically speaking), but you learn and keep moving... No point lingering in saddness! Always keep your heart light, and you'll find your rainbow maybe just behind that cloud! About my friend? well i know she'll drop by and visit me someday definitely, but i made her promise me to smile at the rain with me the next time.

The first Ink

The beginning of something is always thought to be either grand and magical, or at least of some catchi-ness... like in movies, novels and video games (most!), where something spins off the story and sets the pace for the rest of the show. Alas, i'm not writing a 'beginning' here: if i was to write a beginning, i would have to back track WAY back... Starting off this blog is like entering the cinema when you're 35mins late... you missed the start where most things takes shape... however things are still taking shape here so you don't need to go out and buy another ticket. Different people kept blogs for different purposes. This blog is my spot, somewhere that i can express fully myself - about my thoughts, my dreams, my angst, my victories, my woes, my experiences... my life. I guess it's kinda like a Memory Card... every now and then i gotta save, or else i'll risk lose everything from "GAME OVER" and start over again. I find it's hard for me to share things with other people because all along people whom i know (and knew) only got to know different shades of me, no matter how long they know me. I'm always never fully 'myself'... think it's because i'm used to living this way. Assorted shades of myself, all different from one another, yet all are part of me...Sounds so Nirvana ...! heh.