"Can you love me?"
The question strikes me,
you mean it, love,
not in the sense of friendship,
but something more,
"Can I love you?" I ask you back.
"Yes, I need to know, can you love me?"
It's my turn to look towards the street,
I watch the blue Toyota pass by,
I have no idea how to answer your question.
Do I tell you the truth,
do I tell you a lie?
How bad will you be hurt by my answer...
I turn back to you,
I can tell by your face,
that I've already hurt you,
by not answering right away.
Both of us are on the brink of tears,
"I don't know."
My answer sucks all the air out between us,
I'm no good at this,
I've hurt you,
even before anything has started.
I look away,
"I don't know."
I repeat again,
it's not a good answer,
it's not the right answer,
it's not the answer I want to give you.
I look you in the eyes,
in them I see everything we've been,
I see all the potential we could be,
and I see us in this exact moment.
I know I've hurt you,
no words,
no actions,
nothing can change that.
I repeat it one last time,
"I don't know."
I want those 3 words to solve everything,
just like another 3 words can.
But, it's not possible,
those 3 words, whichever one you choose,
has so much weight to them.
I picked the wrong ones...
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Can you love me?
We see each other nearly everyday,
I'd say we're good friends,
You'd say something different.
We met up yesterday and you looked at me,
this wasn't like all the other times you've look at me,
this time it was different.
I ask you "What is it? Why are you looking at me like that?"
You don't answer at first,
you turn your head,
now you're just watching the traffic,
I let the moments pass in silence,
it confuses me but I let it slide,
there is no need for poking and prodding...
since somewhere deep down,
I don't want to hear what you have to say.
After a long silence, you look back at me and say,
"I have a question for you..."
I take a gulp of water, "shoot, I have no secrets"
I give you that grin.
You know that grin,
the one where I'm being silly,
because being serious would make things too scary.
You look at me all serious and ask,
"Can you love me?"
I'd say we're good friends,
You'd say something different.
We met up yesterday and you looked at me,
this wasn't like all the other times you've look at me,
this time it was different.
I ask you "What is it? Why are you looking at me like that?"
You don't answer at first,
you turn your head,
now you're just watching the traffic,
I let the moments pass in silence,
it confuses me but I let it slide,
there is no need for poking and prodding...
since somewhere deep down,
I don't want to hear what you have to say.
After a long silence, you look back at me and say,
"I have a question for you..."
I take a gulp of water, "shoot, I have no secrets"
I give you that grin.
You know that grin,
the one where I'm being silly,
because being serious would make things too scary.
You look at me all serious and ask,
"Can you love me?"
Monday, May 25, 2009
Reflection
I look and I see you looking back at me.
I know who you are,
but I don't know you.
I don't remember the last time I saw you.
Maybe I've never met you.
Day in, day out, you are reflected back to me,
for the first time, I'm confused,
Do I know you?
Has there been that much change?
If I look closely I can see what I use to see,
it's still there, however faintly,
I know that it's there because I can feel it.
What makes me confused is how you could have changed so much,
right under my nose,
attention to detail has never been my strong suit
but I should have been able to see these changes.
I look again,
and you look back,
this time, I'm a little less confused by it,
I'll accept these changes because there isn't anything else I can do...
I know who you are,
but I don't know you.
I don't remember the last time I saw you.
Maybe I've never met you.
Day in, day out, you are reflected back to me,
for the first time, I'm confused,
Do I know you?
Has there been that much change?
If I look closely I can see what I use to see,
it's still there, however faintly,
I know that it's there because I can feel it.
What makes me confused is how you could have changed so much,
right under my nose,
attention to detail has never been my strong suit
but I should have been able to see these changes.
I look again,
and you look back,
this time, I'm a little less confused by it,
I'll accept these changes because there isn't anything else I can do...
Friday, May 22, 2009
Random Useless Fact
A word or sentence that is the same front and back (racecar, kayak) is called a “palindrome”.
My name is a palindrome!
My name is a palindrome!
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Green: trees, grass, spring, evny, jealousy...
Ever have one of those days where everything is emotional even when they shouldn't be. You see a cat run across the street during rush hour traffic, seeing it reach the other side safely tugs at your heart just a little bit. The movies watched, the conversations had, the thoughts that run through your head, all them add up to this big emotional ball that you don't know what to do with.
Do you tell someone how you're feeling? What happens when you feel like you'll be burdening that other person? What if you don't want advice, you just want to talk? You want someone to be there to hear you, to actually hear you, even when you don't say all the words.
How do you stay sane when everything feel chaotic? I recently bumped into the big green wall of envy and jealously. Here's the thing, I don't get jealous usually, I'm not sure how to explain it but it almost doesn't ever happen. Now I have this ugly green monster in me because someone I love has been given an amazing opportunity to do something they've wanted. I'm excited for them, I'm happy for them, and I'm jealous of them. They got an opportunity that I never would have imagined getting when I was at the same point of my life they were.
Looking at the situational differences, I know that even if the same opportunity was offered to me at that point in my life, I wouldn't have been able to take it because of monetary matters but still. I feel silly for being jealous, silly, stupid, lame because it's such a useless emotion to have, for me at least.
Regardless of being jealous, I know that I will still be supportive, understanding and hope for the best for this person because that's who I am. Which makes this jealously thing just that much harder, how can you be jealous of someone yet give them 100% of your effort to help support them? The more I let this jealous monster get to me, the more that small part of me that wants this person to fail shows up.I feel like such an evil person.
Funny how the color green is used to represent jealousy, envy, and life. People say, I can't wait till things get green, it'll be so much more lively and fresh, yet at the same time it can represent something so dark and wrong.
I'm tired, not physically but emotionally, I don't know what's going on. I feel like I'm standing still watching the world change around me, without me. I'm scared, confused, and lost. I want the world to stop spinning because I'm too scared to walk when it's still moving, I want to pick up the pieces that have scattered and put them back where they belong, but I can't because they keep falling, they keep moving and I no longer know where to put them.
I want a warm cup of tea, a wood burning fireplace, a fuzzy blanket and a big husky to cuddle up with. Because for those few hours that I'm there, everything is alright and I don't have to make decisions, hid my feelings, share my feelings and fight this ugly monster that I don't know what to do with, I can be me, warm, loved and happy. :)
Do you tell someone how you're feeling? What happens when you feel like you'll be burdening that other person? What if you don't want advice, you just want to talk? You want someone to be there to hear you, to actually hear you, even when you don't say all the words.
How do you stay sane when everything feel chaotic? I recently bumped into the big green wall of envy and jealously. Here's the thing, I don't get jealous usually, I'm not sure how to explain it but it almost doesn't ever happen. Now I have this ugly green monster in me because someone I love has been given an amazing opportunity to do something they've wanted. I'm excited for them, I'm happy for them, and I'm jealous of them. They got an opportunity that I never would have imagined getting when I was at the same point of my life they were.
Looking at the situational differences, I know that even if the same opportunity was offered to me at that point in my life, I wouldn't have been able to take it because of monetary matters but still. I feel silly for being jealous, silly, stupid, lame because it's such a useless emotion to have, for me at least.
Regardless of being jealous, I know that I will still be supportive, understanding and hope for the best for this person because that's who I am. Which makes this jealously thing just that much harder, how can you be jealous of someone yet give them 100% of your effort to help support them? The more I let this jealous monster get to me, the more that small part of me that wants this person to fail shows up.I feel like such an evil person.
Funny how the color green is used to represent jealousy, envy, and life. People say, I can't wait till things get green, it'll be so much more lively and fresh, yet at the same time it can represent something so dark and wrong.
I'm tired, not physically but emotionally, I don't know what's going on. I feel like I'm standing still watching the world change around me, without me. I'm scared, confused, and lost. I want the world to stop spinning because I'm too scared to walk when it's still moving, I want to pick up the pieces that have scattered and put them back where they belong, but I can't because they keep falling, they keep moving and I no longer know where to put them.
I want a warm cup of tea, a wood burning fireplace, a fuzzy blanket and a big husky to cuddle up with. Because for those few hours that I'm there, everything is alright and I don't have to make decisions, hid my feelings, share my feelings and fight this ugly monster that I don't know what to do with, I can be me, warm, loved and happy. :)
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
5 ways to waste time like no other.
1. Go to a park/mall on a Sunday or any day that's busy and people watch. Take someone with you, it's fun. :P
2. Go wait in line for a ride at the Stampede on the one day where people can get in for free before 9am. It's packed, it's hot, it's a long long wait.
3. Set up the home-made bread machine and watch your homemade break cook. (apx. time - 4HRS!)
4. This one is a no-brainier, surf the net...
5. Last but not least... spend it with that special someone, it will be well worth it and those memories will last forever. :)
2. Go wait in line for a ride at the Stampede on the one day where people can get in for free before 9am. It's packed, it's hot, it's a long long wait.
3. Set up the home-made bread machine and watch your homemade break cook. (apx. time - 4HRS!)
4. This one is a no-brainier, surf the net...
5. Last but not least... spend it with that special someone, it will be well worth it and those memories will last forever. :)
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Random Useless Fact
It’s estimated that at any one time around 0.7% of the world’s population is drunk.
Some thoughts.
Strangest things said to me today: My sister told me that I am not who she thought I was. Now considering I've known my sister for as long as I've been alive, that statement took me by complete surprise and confused me just a wee bit. I asked her "what do you mean?" The answer isn't even worth putting up, because in short, she couldn't explain it to me.
That got me thinking, aren't people allowed to change? There is a statistic out there that says that most people change their professions about 5 times in a lifetime. Granted that might have been before all this post-secondary business where you go in with nothing and come out with a degree in Mathematics or Science or something else and are expected to find work in the field that you studied in.
There has been TONS of talk about sexual fluidity lately, it's like a scientific explanation for why some people are gay, straight, bisexual, transgender, queer, asexual, and others that I don't know. Do we need to label sexuality or is it just a process of finding yourself. The stories go both ways, straight for 20 years and one morning they walk up gay, gay for 40 years and one day you met that perfect person in the opposite sex. Would it be wrong to call people fluid?
I'm always amazed when people from a very young age know what they want to do and have their entire life plan set out. I had a friend in junior high who knew where and when she wanted to be married, have her first kid, be proposed to, along with a million other things. I've recently come to appreciate not setting boundaries for myself, or to set light ones, ones that bend and move so that if something unexpected happens - which most likely will, especially when you don't expect or want it to... - that I can just kind of go with the flow and adjust accordingly.
I've also meet people who are on the other end of the spectrum, they're so carefree and casual about events that I envy them, because they allow themselves to live without limitations. I think to myself, I want to be like THEM! and then I think about it some more and realize that no, I don't want to be like them, I just want a tiny piece of what they have.
Anyways, after reading through this I realize that all my thoughts are jumbled up and this post is everywhere and nowhere at the same time. :P I guess that's how I feel today. I'm a bit tired, a bit emotionally spent and it's getting close to bed time.
That got me thinking, aren't people allowed to change? There is a statistic out there that says that most people change their professions about 5 times in a lifetime. Granted that might have been before all this post-secondary business where you go in with nothing and come out with a degree in Mathematics or Science or something else and are expected to find work in the field that you studied in.
There has been TONS of talk about sexual fluidity lately, it's like a scientific explanation for why some people are gay, straight, bisexual, transgender, queer, asexual, and others that I don't know. Do we need to label sexuality or is it just a process of finding yourself. The stories go both ways, straight for 20 years and one morning they walk up gay, gay for 40 years and one day you met that perfect person in the opposite sex. Would it be wrong to call people fluid?
I'm always amazed when people from a very young age know what they want to do and have their entire life plan set out. I had a friend in junior high who knew where and when she wanted to be married, have her first kid, be proposed to, along with a million other things. I've recently come to appreciate not setting boundaries for myself, or to set light ones, ones that bend and move so that if something unexpected happens - which most likely will, especially when you don't expect or want it to... - that I can just kind of go with the flow and adjust accordingly.
I've also meet people who are on the other end of the spectrum, they're so carefree and casual about events that I envy them, because they allow themselves to live without limitations. I think to myself, I want to be like THEM! and then I think about it some more and realize that no, I don't want to be like them, I just want a tiny piece of what they have.
Anyways, after reading through this I realize that all my thoughts are jumbled up and this post is everywhere and nowhere at the same time. :P I guess that's how I feel today. I'm a bit tired, a bit emotionally spent and it's getting close to bed time.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Somewhat of a hyporcritical post....
Why is that we will force ourselves to be happy being unhappy because we don't want things to change. Is it that hard to take action?
I reached out to a friend a while back, because my intuition told me that she needed someone and guess what... she never got back to me! I mean really? I did it out of the goodness of my heart. It's not like I go around everyday doing things like this. I felt the need to tell her what I did and she just left it like it and didn't do anything about it... as far as I'm concerned. (I did find out that she is/was going through a rough patch from other friends)
I find that we’re constantly waiting around for something to happen instead of going out to make things happen. We wait till we graduate from high school before we do what we want. We wait till we graduate from university to do that one thing that we've always wanted which by the way, we never did after high school. We wait till we get that one job we've been waiting for our entire lives... as if that'll fall into your lap. (This is me being cynical.) I mean sometimes it does but why not go and get it?
If I'm giving you the opportunity to make something happen, then DO IT! (ground work laid out!) What are you waiting for? That shining star that’s gonna make everything alright?
If I'm taking the effort to reach out to you, why aren't you taking it? I don't understand.
Alright, maybe I’m taking this a bit far and she’s been busy and blah blah blah. Ever heard the saying “it’s not an excuse it’s an explanation.”
*sigh* I'm a bit grumpy right now. Had a fine day, but I have this pounding headache and my med haven't kicked in yet. :S (an excuse? and explanation? take it as you will.) I will try to make the next post a happier one. :P
p.s. All this stuff I've written above, I gotta admit that I'm guilty of it as well. I wonder if I ever pissed someone off with my waiting...
I reached out to a friend a while back, because my intuition told me that she needed someone and guess what... she never got back to me! I mean really? I did it out of the goodness of my heart. It's not like I go around everyday doing things like this. I felt the need to tell her what I did and she just left it like it and didn't do anything about it... as far as I'm concerned. (I did find out that she is/was going through a rough patch from other friends)
I find that we’re constantly waiting around for something to happen instead of going out to make things happen. We wait till we graduate from high school before we do what we want. We wait till we graduate from university to do that one thing that we've always wanted which by the way, we never did after high school. We wait till we get that one job we've been waiting for our entire lives... as if that'll fall into your lap. (This is me being cynical.) I mean sometimes it does but why not go and get it?
If I'm giving you the opportunity to make something happen, then DO IT! (ground work laid out!) What are you waiting for? That shining star that’s gonna make everything alright?
If I'm taking the effort to reach out to you, why aren't you taking it? I don't understand.
Alright, maybe I’m taking this a bit far and she’s been busy and blah blah blah. Ever heard the saying “it’s not an excuse it’s an explanation.”
*sigh* I'm a bit grumpy right now. Had a fine day, but I have this pounding headache and my med haven't kicked in yet. :S (an excuse? and explanation? take it as you will.) I will try to make the next post a happier one. :P
p.s. All this stuff I've written above, I gotta admit that I'm guilty of it as well. I wonder if I ever pissed someone off with my waiting...
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Oops...
Here's a hint to all the me's out there who are a bit clueless...
Never piss off your hairdresser while you're still in the chair, bad things can happen. Luckily mine isn't one to hold a grudge...
Never piss off your hairdresser while you're still in the chair, bad things can happen. Luckily mine isn't one to hold a grudge...
Monday, May 11, 2009
Guts spilled. =P
I'm Chinese, so I grew up in what I've termed as your typical Asian house hold. Many things were simply not said, they were open to interpretation, even then, there really was and is only one right interpretation. You either knew or you didn't, it was as simple as that.
The only time you would mostly likely get a straight answer would be when you were in trouble, even then sometimes things got confusing especially when we were little. I've come to learn the art of non-verbal communication but after 21 years I still get confused at times.
Anyways, I knew one of my parents were mad at the other one because of the tension in the air. I don't know if anyone else felt it but I certainly did. It got to the point where at the end of the weekend, I was hearing things from both sides that were silly and trivial. My mom would tell me something and then my dad would tell me the same thing, meaning that if they would only talk to EACH OTHER, they would be able to figure things out. -.-
Of course they didn't, it being Mother's Day weekend, I tried my best to keep peace and be the in between person without so much blowing up at both of them and sticking them in a room so that they could duke it out themselves.
By Sunday afternoon I was pretty much worn out from the drama going on. They have more stuff going than I do... and I'm suppose to have the drama filled life. =S Sunday afternoon, I went out for a walk with my mom because I need some fresh air and she wanted to come with me. We talked about stuff, my mom never asks about my love life, I think she just doesn't want to know. It makes me kind of sad, but I've learnt that if I just give her time maybe she'll be more open to asking me one day. But the thing that ticked me off the most was when I was talking about meeting my adviser this coming week to figure out a plan for my education. I said to my mom because she wanted to know why I was going to see my adviser, "I just want to know what's the best way to finish my degree and still leave me the opportunity to go to Graduate School one day if I want to." This would be the very first time I've discussed Graduate school with my mom, I thought that she would be proud and happy for me and support me in my decision, but no, not really... her reply was, "Well, duh, of course you have to go to Graduate school, do you really think you'd be able to do anything with the degree you're getting without more education?"
Damn, if I was a balloon, she not only popped me but she set the pieces of fire as well. I was stunned that she would be so blunt about my lack of future with my degree. It makes me sad. I've worked my entire life to make my parents proud and I can't count the times I've disappointed them with only my fingers, I guess I can add this one of the list.
I'm sitting here shaking my head because there is a part of me that is saying, who cares, why does it matter if their disappointed, you're happy, genuinely happy for the first time in a long time. You can't see the finish line but it doesn't matter to you at the point, you just along for the ride.
Another part of my is piling on the disappointments and shame that my parents have managed to teach me far too well. Does it ever really stop?
After writing all this I know that I have to dust myself off, pick myself up and keep going, because one day they will be proud of me, as I am proud of myself. I will be somebody and something, it might take me a bit longer to get there and I may have to go through some obstacles but in the end I will make ME proud. =)
The only time you would mostly likely get a straight answer would be when you were in trouble, even then sometimes things got confusing especially when we were little. I've come to learn the art of non-verbal communication but after 21 years I still get confused at times.
Anyways, I knew one of my parents were mad at the other one because of the tension in the air. I don't know if anyone else felt it but I certainly did. It got to the point where at the end of the weekend, I was hearing things from both sides that were silly and trivial. My mom would tell me something and then my dad would tell me the same thing, meaning that if they would only talk to EACH OTHER, they would be able to figure things out. -.-
Of course they didn't, it being Mother's Day weekend, I tried my best to keep peace and be the in between person without so much blowing up at both of them and sticking them in a room so that they could duke it out themselves.
By Sunday afternoon I was pretty much worn out from the drama going on. They have more stuff going than I do... and I'm suppose to have the drama filled life. =S Sunday afternoon, I went out for a walk with my mom because I need some fresh air and she wanted to come with me. We talked about stuff, my mom never asks about my love life, I think she just doesn't want to know. It makes me kind of sad, but I've learnt that if I just give her time maybe she'll be more open to asking me one day. But the thing that ticked me off the most was when I was talking about meeting my adviser this coming week to figure out a plan for my education. I said to my mom because she wanted to know why I was going to see my adviser, "I just want to know what's the best way to finish my degree and still leave me the opportunity to go to Graduate School one day if I want to." This would be the very first time I've discussed Graduate school with my mom, I thought that she would be proud and happy for me and support me in my decision, but no, not really... her reply was, "Well, duh, of course you have to go to Graduate school, do you really think you'd be able to do anything with the degree you're getting without more education?"
Damn, if I was a balloon, she not only popped me but she set the pieces of fire as well. I was stunned that she would be so blunt about my lack of future with my degree. It makes me sad. I've worked my entire life to make my parents proud and I can't count the times I've disappointed them with only my fingers, I guess I can add this one of the list.
I'm sitting here shaking my head because there is a part of me that is saying, who cares, why does it matter if their disappointed, you're happy, genuinely happy for the first time in a long time. You can't see the finish line but it doesn't matter to you at the point, you just along for the ride.
Another part of my is piling on the disappointments and shame that my parents have managed to teach me far too well. Does it ever really stop?
After writing all this I know that I have to dust myself off, pick myself up and keep going, because one day they will be proud of me, as I am proud of myself. I will be somebody and something, it might take me a bit longer to get there and I may have to go through some obstacles but in the end I will make ME proud. =)
Friday, May 8, 2009
I seriously have so many thoughts running through my head I don't even know where to start. I want to write down all the inspirational things that have been happening recently but every time something comes in my head I'm busy doing something else or don't have the time to write all of it down. I only have bits and pieces so I'm going to try to put them all into stuff that makes sense. I have so many little quotes and sayings written down that even I can't sort it all out.
Erm... now that I've written that I have no idea what to actually write. I've started 4 different entries but I haven't been able to finish them, so I'll just put this up for now. Ugh, I feel like I've disappointed.
But, this weekend is Mother's Day. Just a friendly reminder to let whoever is the mom figure in you life that you love them lots and all the good stuff.
Erm... now that I've written that I have no idea what to actually write. I've started 4 different entries but I haven't been able to finish them, so I'll just put this up for now. Ugh, I feel like I've disappointed.
But, this weekend is Mother's Day. Just a friendly reminder to let whoever is the mom figure in you life that you love them lots and all the good stuff.
Quote of the day.
Don't worry you will find the answer if you let it go
Give yourself some time to falter
But don't forgo know that you're loved no matter what
And everything will come around in time
Sarah McLachlan - Perfect Girl
Give yourself some time to falter
But don't forgo know that you're loved no matter what
And everything will come around in time
Sarah McLachlan - Perfect Girl
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Great day, not so great evening.
Yesterday, I had an amazing day hanging out and doing pretty much nothing. This would be the first time in forever I've been able to do it. =)
I went to the park and spent about 2 hours people watching(totally fun) and walking around(I can only sit for so long...), wrote in my journal(the last entry was from in March). Then I went to lunch with some friends which was good(patio, drinks, foods, laughs, good friends, you can't ask fore more. :D).
Ok, then here is the kicker. Yesterday evening I went out with a friend(A) that I've known since high school, she just got back from a trip so I was all excited to finally see her. About 2 hours before we were to meet, I got a "withheld" call on my phone, I answered it and it was another old friend(B) who I haven't seen since Dec and the last time we met up I honestly had one of the worst evenings of my life. Being completely bombarded and caught off guard, I told here time and location of our meet up and instantly regretted it even before I hung up.
To make this sound less horrible, B isn't a bad person but I've known her since high school as well and the three of us use to be really close, but we drifted apart and while me and A see each other all the time, I hardly ever see B and we've grown into different people with different priorities and that good stuff that comes with growing up.
At the end of the night, it definitely wasn't an awesome evening I had wanted and I wish it had gone better, but I realized that sometimes the best thing to do is make a clean cut but unfortunately I suck at that. How come breaking up with a friend is harder than breaking up with a partner?
She comes back to me when she needs me, when I need her she's nowhere to be seen. I don't want drama, I don't want to hurt her feelings and I want the fact that we've drifted apart to stick. The easiest way right... >.<
This took forever. I'm out.
I went to the park and spent about 2 hours people watching(totally fun) and walking around(I can only sit for so long...), wrote in my journal(the last entry was from in March). Then I went to lunch with some friends which was good(patio, drinks, foods, laughs, good friends, you can't ask fore more. :D).
Ok, then here is the kicker. Yesterday evening I went out with a friend(A) that I've known since high school, she just got back from a trip so I was all excited to finally see her. About 2 hours before we were to meet, I got a "withheld" call on my phone, I answered it and it was another old friend(B) who I haven't seen since Dec and the last time we met up I honestly had one of the worst evenings of my life. Being completely bombarded and caught off guard, I told here time and location of our meet up and instantly regretted it even before I hung up.
To make this sound less horrible, B isn't a bad person but I've known her since high school as well and the three of us use to be really close, but we drifted apart and while me and A see each other all the time, I hardly ever see B and we've grown into different people with different priorities and that good stuff that comes with growing up.
At the end of the night, it definitely wasn't an awesome evening I had wanted and I wish it had gone better, but I realized that sometimes the best thing to do is make a clean cut but unfortunately I suck at that. How come breaking up with a friend is harder than breaking up with a partner?
She comes back to me when she needs me, when I need her she's nowhere to be seen. I don't want drama, I don't want to hurt her feelings and I want the fact that we've drifted apart to stick. The easiest way right... >.<
This took forever. I'm out.
um...
Disturbed yet? I am. And to think someone on the road does this every day. Maybe two, or even three. o.O
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