Just in the mood. . .

You

As the stars shine brightly in the nights sky,
So majestic, calm, beautiful,
All over the dark void we call space,
It reminds me of you,

The way you look at me with those alluring eyes,
The way your skin glows everytime I see you,
The way your laugh brings sweet music into my ears,
The way your smile made my day all the more pleasant,

I drove around my neighbourhood,
Feeling the cool wind flow over my skin,
Feeling the tingles it sent on my nerves,
This too, reminded me of you,

It reminded me of the sensations I felt when we kissed,
The feeling of you close to me,
The sounds of your shallow breathing when you’re asleep,
The smell of your hair whenever I held you close,

I’ve been thinking of you everyday,
I miss you more and more, day by day,
I wish you were here with me now,
You mean everything to me, and I love you.

 

Ahhhh, that was fun, it’s been long since I wrote anything like that, and from the looks of it, i’ve gotten rusty. Or maybe it’s just my self esteem trying to be all cool and show off-fy. Now, I feel like writing a story, should I? Hmmmm, here I am again talking to myself.

I lay on my bed, thinking about life, love, the future, and the past. My mind slowly drifting off into my own space. I felt myself go through a void, like I was going through space itself.

I found myself on a dark road, surrounded by trees, the wind whistling through my ears. It was a chilly night, the stars sparkling in the nights air, taking my breath away. The moon was full, and it glowed with such serene light that I felt at peace. But, I felt something missing within me, this emptiness that started tearing at me from a inside. I remember this feeling very well, it was loneliness. I was all alone, with nothing but a road forward.

I walked along the road, contemplating about everything. My life, my dreams, my hopes, my fantasies, my wants, my needs, and mostly, about someone. It was definitely a she, I remember me smiling, with her in my arms, laughing with each other. As I walked, I realized that there was a soft calming glow infront of me. I started walking faster, and faster, soon I was in a jog. The closer I got, the more distinct the figure before me was.

It was a woman, her face so calm, so beautiful. She was smiling, her eyes closed, her hands crossed over her chest. I longed to touch her, to feel her. I felt a sense of resemblance. A familiarity. I crept closer to her, trying hard to remember. Who was this? I know her. I was so close to her now, I reached and touched her hand, and she woke. Her eyes were so beautiful, like the dark twilight sky, she hugged me, I felt her touch, I smelled her sweet scent. Alas, I woke up after that. I kept trying to remember who she was, and after awhile, it came to me.

She was you =)

The End

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Humans are never perfect.

Cynicism comes from lessons learnt in the past or the present or the future.

Everybody has different views in life.

Most people are narrowminded.

Malaysians stereotype alot.

The new gen Malaysians are starting to annoy me.

The new gen Malaysians are being more crappy tv American kids.

Kids are starting to annoy me.

Respect and love your parents.

Unless of course you have a very good and sad reason.

There is no such thing as a road to perfection, because there is no perfection.

You’re stupid if you think you’ve reached perfection, because at that time, you’ll stop getting better.

It’s fun being a Cynic sometimes.

Do you think i’m a cynic?

This post is pointless now isn’t it?

If batman has a cave, and superman has a northpole secret base. Why doesn’t spiderman live in an old attic with lots of cobwebs?

Popping is hard but fun.

Newstyle is the bomb cause of Jerry

Zhin is the Force. May the Zhin be with us.

Looking for a relationship is hard.

Why can’t there be a day where women ask men out, and men just jual mahal.

Legend Anyxter, Legend Jonnery, Legend Ozery. The legends of Taylor’s.

Love is blind. Because, usually people don’t see how much the other will sacrifice for them.

There are times I think I shouldn’t care, and shouldn’t advice some people.

Hate the world? wait for 2012.

Women are very confusing.

Confucius say “Women confusing. They like spiderweb. Fly in get stuck!”

Loneliness comes from a persons view in life.

Single and Available.

Wants a relationship.

Helping a friend to get a relationship.

Foosball goes KE-THAK! Where as Pool goes GE-ROK!

Insanity is one of the ways of letting go of your inner turmoil.

Craziness makes you relax more.

Hyperactiveness is the best thing you can use to make you happy.

Adorable girls are the bomb!

Mature women are the bomb!

Actually, I think WOMEN ARE THE BOMB!

To say pointless things are a sign that a person is bored.

Randomness is adorable.

At times, blurness is adorable too. Since it’s at times, blurness is considered cute, because cute = Ugly but adorable.

Don’t call a girl cute if their beautiful yet adorable.

All these terms “beautiful”, “adorable”, “sexy”, etc. Are all based on one individuals perspective.

I give her a 6 he gives her an 8. See the difference?

The best rating you can give to a girl in a club is 0. Where by 10 is the worse. This is based on how well you are able to drink alcohol. Why? because it’s the number of drinks you have to drink until she looks like the bomb.

Lighting is key in getting guys/girls.

People tend to not notice the guys/girls they were dancing with earlier when the lights turn on.

Hangovers suck.

People should emo once in awhile, but not all the time. If not, people who emo all the time should at least share it with their close friends or family or partners.

This is all my opinions, got it from nowhere else.

Okay I’m tired, good night.

That was pointless.

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Paths, reasons, and perfection…

Always wanting more, always looking for ways to release. Through life I walked down many paths, had many reasons to do so, and strove for this thing called perfection. It’s a hard lonely road actually, even with friends by my side, there are times where I feel all alone. Solitude maybe, selfishness probably. I’ve walked a dream, i’ve experienced so many things in life, and I long for more, yet am afraid to go further.

The paths before me, have again spread into two different sections. On one side it’s of an entrepeneur, on the other a dancer. As I look down at my feet, I see the words ‘Chef’. Funny how these things can happen, where one time we want to be that, and when we face reality, we become afraid, and at times try to move somewhere else.

Dance was a hobby, a fun get away from the realities of life, a way to be a kid again, truly and wholely, away from all the troubles of life. Of conspiracies, of plots, of intrigue, of emotions. I felt really free, and as I delved deeper into that world, I felt pulled, I felt enlightened, I felt more and more at peace. I felt happy.

Dance is now my passion, it is what I feel embodies me. I strive so hard for perfection, to be like my idols, Popping Pete, Tony Tran, Mike Song, Andre Bidu, Mr Wiggles, Slick Dogg, Joel, Ean, and many more. I couldn’t help but wonder, what it is like to be like them, to eat sleep and talk dance. The rigorous trainings they have all undergone, the devotion, the determination. I love dancing.

I am still afraid though, I keep thinking, maybe it’s just a short term thing, just like being a Chef. But I do still love cooking, but I don’t want it to be professionally.

Again, and again, I feel this longing, it came back, people say the single life is the best, but maybe that’s for you. For me, I want someone I could talk to, someone who loves me for who I am, someone who I can love back without feeling any awkwardness. And yet again, i’ve fallen. No, it’s not a rebound, nor do I think it’s something short term. The personality. Oh the personality. *shrug*

It’s really sad, to look at others, with all their love for each other, and just feel jealous of them at times. It’s really bad of me, I should be happy for them, and I am, but just watching them sometimes, when those emotions deep within my heart just goes “Damn them” I can’t help but just be jealous.

This is why I delved deeper in dance in the first place. My own world, not knowing when people are watching, not knowing when people are talking to you. Releasing all those emotions deep within myself, out in a form of movements. God, I so want to learn Jazz, and New Style.

Anyways, I’ve had enough of this already, so I’m just going to try to doze off. Good Night.

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