Showing posts with label Friendship. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Friendship. Show all posts

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Walking under the rain

It is supposedly a literal walk under the rain but ,you know, everything don't come as you most expect it.

Walking in the rain is fun. Especially when the one walking with you is someone. But that doesn't mean it's forever, actually it's just for minutes.

Our feet is the asphalt road of the city

As the the puffy cottons in the sky is crying

But more than you know, my heart is in the happiest dimension in the world

It's just like when Aristotle yell" Eureka" , it was everything


The windows of my exhilarating soul are penetrating on your magnificent being

Every step I would like to be forever

But in the most realism in the world, It's just a mere imagination

But in all imagination I'd make, it's the best


And every time you turn your face when I ask purposely nonsense questions

Thought you should know my spirit is lift-up really high

Even ecstasy can never be an exchange

Cause in my very me, everything can never vie


And as the walk soon ended, the actual reason was never paid

But the butterflies around me fluffed in speed of mach number 2

And it almost got me in the middle air

But in most cases often it did, you never saw the existence it offers, too


And the reality covers again the dimensions of my world

And that day soon faded

As again the usual aroma between us is in the aisle

But the memoirs on that walk never was said


And yes, that momentary glimpse of heaven for me still is true

But for you, it was just mere favor I ask from you

Sweet moments are meant to be treasured

In the reality in you, it never was single woe


Hahayzz. That maybe can sum it up. It was really something for me. But soon it ended. And you seem not to mind it. I'm not really emotion-ventilator, but it just feels so good to free it from me. And the title goes, it was a walk under the rain, it's madly fun but you know it'll gonna make you sick.haha

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Of Friends and Lovers

I'd rather be a friend, than a shadow lover.

In life, there are things thats works mysteriously. I am an ignorant, I should confess but I see also the world in lighter views.


Just recently I have been observing the people around me, my classmates and friends. Well I just a bit amaze on how you can see other people when you are really keen observing. And I can say you can tell what they feel for other people, or someway like that. We can not deny of the repulsive emotions stability of the youth, that is ,of course part of growing. I want to tackle this "crush" matter. I guess everyone had been to this state except if they been given a steel heart, which is unlikely because ,yeah, everyone have emotion. It is to be human to have crush, my teachers from the my grade school always remind me.

Being a friend is fascinating thing. I can't imagine what my world would be if I don't even a single friend. But a sad reality comes into my mind sometime this days that being a lover and being a friend somehow sets limits. Well I suppose everyone had been through this dilemma. The truth is, for me, being a close friend is someway around better that being a lover. Why? based upon experience, people often are "naiilang" when they know someone do have a different feeling toward him/her. That will unfortunately lead someone to avoid the person much that gradually builds a fence between friendship, which is the sad part of being a lover. I am confused why does someone exhibit this act, how in the world they avoid someone who is just admiring her or feeling distinctly toward him/her.

This may sound I'm very much authorized to talk about this matter, well in fact I just wander in this place for just sixteen years. But to be frank, I really wanna know things happening in my world and this blog of mine had been my refuge when everyone doesn't want to hear my view and opinions. So this time I wanna know your point also. Please just try to help me understand such things , thank you.

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