Training is the process of getting the mind and body to the point where the heart desires.

I want to fight for you. If fighting for you means bettering myself, then better myself i will.

If you were a teardrop in my eye, for fear of losing you, i would never cry.

Maybe, in another universe.

Maybe, just maybe.

In another universe.
In another reality.
In another time.

You didn't disappear.

I spent these times with you.

Happy beyond words.

The days would mash into the nights and the nights into the days.

Lines of time blurred and bliss was all that remained.

As we prepare to part, we anticipate our next reunion.

Though bittersweet, the memories will be all that we have and yet sufficient to last us through.

The parting moment would be felt with so much sorrow and filled with equal, if not more, amounts of love. Darkness and light would intertwine in a beautiful melody of grey.

Sadly, no maybes.

I am in this universe.
This isn't an alternative reality.
And I am at this exact moment in time.

You disappeared.

I am alone, now and times gone by.

All anticipation which once was have been reduced to ashes.

That part of me, which you had access to, died.

That part of you, which i loved, is gone.

And if we were to ever cross paths again one day, i would tip my hat and be on my way.

What is left of me will never bear to look at what is left of you.

Maybe just maybe, that part of you is together with that part of me.

That longing would be complete.

Just not in this universe, not in this reality, not in this time.

It really has been a journey of self discovery. I feel much stronger already.

This struck home.

Gemini would rather be naive than know the depressing truth. Trust me. We know. We just act like we don't.

心里揪着揪着疼

Maybe one day.

Maybe one day, you'll see past what's on the outside to see what's deep inside and see me for who i really am.

Maybe one day, it wouldn't matter how you see me on the outside as it'll reflect how i truly am deep inside.

Maybe one day.

That day is coming.

And so it begins, again. Interaction.

I'm bored. And i'm in the train. So i thought to myself. What a perfect time to blog and pen my thoughts!

Recently, i've been looking back on certain instances when a joke almost developed into a feisty situation. It usually is a fine fine line between humour and insensitivity.

When people get comfortable, they open up. The act of opening up shows trust. Trust that you're free to express your view and that it'll be taken with a pinch of salt, without it being personal.

Sadly, that isn't always the case. Both parties may not be on the same page. One might feel more comfortable than the other actually is. And when in a group chat setting, where messages are communicated without tone of voice, pauses and facial expressions, one is often misunderstood.

The onus is on the individual to try not to say anything which might provoke a unfriendly retort. Unless you're out to hurt, then by all means let it rip.

And if we're the one receiving the information, try to give the other party the benefit of doubt. The relationship would have been at a certain level before one might feel comfortable so why jeopardise all that with the misunderstanding of a careless remark?

In this day and age, loads of our communication takes place digitally. Let us practice digital social etiquette. Digital communication is here to stay, we might as well make it productive and enjoyable.

ps. suddenly, i'm reminded of 宫心计's 刘三好's famous saying, "做好事, 说好话, 存好心".

Just because you want to be treated like a princess and someone treats you like a princess, doesn't mean he's your prince.

For you? No. For me.

Sometimes, the smallest things enable people to make the biggest decisions. This is the end of Dis "For you" series.

For you.

=)

I don't how it happened but my blog is turning to an extension of my twitter, which really doesn't make sense. I have stopped trying to intitate another blog-writing coming, considering that i've had so many failed over the years. Now, i'll just try to pen longer thoughts if this old brain of mine allows me to.

明明就不习惯牵手，为何却主动把手勾。

For You.

落花有意随流水,流水无情恋落花。