"Angels Cry"

Well it's hard to explain but I'll try if you let me
Well its hard to sustain
I'll cry if you let me
This doesn't change the way I feel about you or your place in my life
(please don't cry)

Can't you see I'm dying here?
A shot of broken heart that is chased with fear
Angels cry when stars collide
I can't eat and I can't breathe
I wouldn't want it any other way

Intentions that were pure have turned obscure
Seconds into hours, Minutes into years
Don't ask me why (please don't cry)

I cant tell you lies
Angels cry when stars collide
I can't eat and I can't breathe
I wouldn't want it any other way.



Why..? cuz angels Do cry..
lets be honest here.. we can't live a fairytale life..
nodoby can.. if u think so.. you are dreaming..
we all wish it was happy and simple every day..
so pure and simple..
but we all have our moments..
we will have our moments..

XOXOXO

Heya~.. its 4 and i have trouble sleeping.. so i blog.. = )

STRAWBERRY GEn. . .
Does that mean anything to you..? or do i sound like i've been hitting the bottle again..?? *grin*.. if you read the papers yesterday you'd know.. The article is about a man.. he's 25 years old and has jumped 10 jobs in 5 years.. funny thing is that, this is a strange cultural thing in taiwan recently.. why the of all fruit, the strawberry generation, you might ask..?

As in all things in life a cute metaphor eases the tension and brings forth LIGHT..
Thus the "STRAWBERRY" metaphor.. Simply cuz it, as a fruit.. It Bruses easily..
Now it doesn't sound so GLAM all of a sudden eh..? kinda insulting too..
Sounds so sweet but its an outright atack.. mmMm... stings a lil too.. haha..

Maybe as a generation we are Too taken care of.. we don't know hardship..
i know it never seems that way.. we always think our shoes are the hardest to walk a mile in.
and different people go through different lives.. but if you could drop your pride..
and just look at our society for a moment.. at you AND me and all thats around us..
It would seem the TAIWANese aren't the only ones with this problem..

this is just me..
I never once wondered how the dishes magicially seemed to be clean and ready..
when and where i needed them.. when the maid left.. I found out..!
when i was assigned dishes.. i actually complained.. a hell of alot too..
i also complained that mom should pay for my education..
my uni and whatnot.. even got a lil upset about it.. Does she really HAVE to..
hell no.. but I thought so.. she's done so much over the years for me.. yup..
this is a sappy me and my mommy moment~ i'm not gonna lie and be MACHO about it..
So there.. she didn't have to pay a single cent.. but i thought she owed me a LIVING..

I probably am a strawberry.. brought up too well and bruse easily..
well for now that is.. life isn't all doing what we like..
its just an observation..
look at your life.. and see if maybe you ARE that PROVERBEAL strawberry..

BASKETBALL

Here's the story of 2 basketballers.. whom i actually saw at the cainhill CC just now.. haha.. and i had this breakthrough.. and like WHOA..

so check it out..
basketballer number one.. he's from china.. mid forties.. wears a singlet and like.. those khaki work pants..? but short ones and has those thick square framed glasses.. Just imagine la.. he doesn't play too good.. i was observing how he only looked at the hoop when he had the ball and not his team mates.. took wild shots and lets say was.. 3 out of ten for shooting..

SO Basketballer number two.. also from china.. mid to late twenties.. totally geared up in balling gear.. headband.. NIKE singlet and shorts.. AND1 shoes.. shoots well.. can't really communicate with his buddies but nails 3 point shots again and again.. he SCORES points.. and he does it well..~

2 totally different players.. well.. with the exception that they are both from the same motherland.. = ) Good player.. and bad player..

for explaination they played different games.. so player one was in game one.. and player two in a later game.. NOW.. you would assume that the team with player TWO would be MUCH better off.. wouldn't you..? he makes shots.. goes for the basket fast.. and scores points~!


here's the thing.. teams these players were on.. both lost..!
LOGICAL deduction...?!?! china players lose games..?
far from it..!

these teams trailed the games early.. and never caught up and ended up losing badly.. and in that moment i saw what created winning teams..
team mates who were more intent on creating opportunities for OTHERS to score, rather THEN taking it themselves.. no matter HOW good they WERE.. when the opposing team passed the ball around it was poetry in motion.. none of them was particularly good.. but they kept scoring..! cuz one guy always had a good opportunity created by a teammate.. Creating possibility in others eh..? hmmm.. and when the whistle blew.. suprise suprise.. they WON..

when the match was over.. no one congraulated the china guy who scored points.. not one.. everyone patted the guy who assisted MAKING the goals.. helping a buddy in making it possible..! i WAS amazed~!

couple of days back.. i was on course..
and i made the stand to be greatness in other people..
that i would be and would help move and inspire others to achive the same..
and i saw.. how meaningful life would be.. to "pass the ball so others can score"
its simple to shoot and score.. live life for yourself..
but if AND when you do reach that goal.. what about everyone else...?

and then you would say..
"the meaning of life sure is lonely"
To all my friends.. who do or have at one point in time visited my blog..
i love you guys.. i may not spend my time with you..
i'm lazy that way.. but wow.. thanks..

Cry..

As the rope tightens.. it bites into my skin..
from a height a drop into the water..
the red spirals.. lingers like a dance..

thicker than water.. why so forlorn..
ignoring the streams.. of tears and blood..
as he looks for a light in this darkness..

he is blind.. a shroud cast over his eyes..
never meant to see.. a world that plagues him..
his chance at life.. hindered from the start..

if only he could see..
if only.. he could see...







Let me Be perfectly honest and vunerable here..
i have been feeling lousy.. i was just outside my place..
sipping a cup of coffee.. and being really worried..
letting the cool breeze bush my skin..

you know.. alot of the time..
i feel like the guy who wears the dunce hat in the corner of class..
i'm so scared of life..
that i will not make it.. that maybe i'm the idiot..
sheesh.. it kills me.. that i see that i may never be
the man i want to be..
is the thought of dying so wrong..?

put aside everyone else for a moment..
i do set my expectations for myself high..
if i could cry i would.. maybe i am biting much more than i can handle..
i should just be a farmboy in the country..

a feel so.. ashamed that i might be letting myself down..
smile for the camera.. and cry when no one is looking..

PIE...

I like PIE.. do you..? Its like an Eternal Good..
Hmm.. its simple.. fruit in pastry.. or meat..
whatever it is.. Eternal good..
Now i KNOW what you are thinking..
and i am NOT DRUNK...

Its Simple..
i meant to lead up to something influencial..
let me see.. well....hmmm..
Okay.. here it is.. Life isn't simple..
i wonder if everyone goes through their fair share of hardships..
some people make pie.. others eat it.. and well..
the majority.. make AND eat thier own pie..

I really wish it WAS all as simple as pie..
i mean.. life ain't really what its cracked up to be innit..?
i guess we all have our struggles..
i want it SO bad.. but its like the cards just aren't lookin my way..
you know those people who just seem to get whatever they want..
like it was all too easy..

for once... just once.. i want something To fall my way..
i feel like i had to fight for everything..
to prove i deserved it..
Ocs..
with my siblings..
with school..
relationships..
whatever..

alas.. blessed be those who lead charmed lives..
PIe.. its all about the pie..