Same side of the moon

I'm looking out the window
Where we sat to watch the stars
There's a chill within the air
It makes my heart long for your touch
You may be miles away
But as I kneel to pray

I see the same side of the moon
That we'll be looking on when the world turns blue
And know that time and space can't come between me and you
We share the same side of the moon
And though you'll never see all the tears shine through
I know I can't be that far from you
If we're both looking on the same side of the moon

I picture you across the ocean
In your corner of the world
I pray the wind will blow my voice
And gently whisper in your ear
Your night may be my day
And though the seasons change

It's still the same side of the moon
That we'll be looking on when the world turns blue
And know that time and space can't come between me and you
We share the same side of the moon
And though you'll never see all the tears shine through
I know I can't be that far from you
If we're both looking on the same side of the moon
I know I can't be that far from you
If we're both looking on the same side of the moon



My current favourite song of the week.....

Random ramblings...

Disappeared again.

Been so tied up with exams, tests, and what nots.

ARgh.

I forgot about tomorrow's test too, until someone reminded me.

Damn.

Ok, enough of griping.

::love::

I gave up someone who could have loved me.

Rain...

It rained slightly today, and the reddish tinge the shower left brought a little warmth to my heart.

*****

Met up with Ms H and Ms A last night, for a short dinner at the airport. Haven't seen them around much since our last chocolate buffet, and was glad for their presence. The three of us are very different in our own ways... yet we can still be such good friends.

I miss working in a team with you girls.

*****

It's silly how we use our past experience to make judgement on things and people.

I guess this is our natural way of self-preservation, of protecting ourselves after being hurt.

the replacement people...

Finally managed to meet up with my dear Igualans (minus Ang) after such a long while, though I was really, really late. Friends for 11 years and still running, and I love how when we meet up, it seems just like old times. Thanks to all dearies who made this gathering happen.

I've been trying to meet up with close friends recently, but I've been really busy, training and all. Lack of sleep is getting to me somewhat, but I still love meeting you guys in the dead of the night. There's just something... melancholy... about the night.. good for catching up.

*****

The skies are finally clearing up, and it's good to see the sun again. Went for a long overdue run, and never felt better. I love rain, yet too much of it makes me dreary. I love how the sun shines into my room when my curtains are open. Goodbye to wet season.. Goodbye!

*****

Sometimes I wonder if I've ever been really special to anyone at all. I wonder if people would look back on their lives, and think about me in a special way. I wonder when I die, will I make it to your Top 10 list of Favourite People?

I wonder if I've etched a memory of me in your heart.

*****

A friend told me, when you lose something, the only way you can get over it is to find something else to replace it.

I wonder if I've ever been a replacement of sorts to anyone. And if I were, what did I replace? After all, I have been the replacement people for most of my life.

Don't we all?

*****

I love this poem by Emily Dickinson.

The Skies Can't Keep Their Secret

The skies can’t keep their secret!
They tell it to the hills—
The hills just tell the orchards—
And they the daffodils!

A bird, by chance, that goes that way
Soft overheard the whole.
If I should bribe the little bird,
Who knows but she would tell?

I think I won’t, however,
It’s finer not to know;
If summer were an axiom,
What sorcery had snow?

So keep your secret, Father!
I would not, if I could,
Know what the sapphire fellows do,
In your new-fashioned world!

Tagged.

My name: Jennifer
My childhood ambition: I wanted to be an English teacher, then a piano teacher, then an actress, then a singer, then an astronaut, then a fighter pilot, then a sailor....
My Fondest memory: Having grandpa bring me to piano lesson when I was just 7 years old.
My soundtrack: Someday We'll Know by the New Radicals
My Retreat: somewhere in my head that no one can reach
My Wildest Dream: to... to.... to... elope with someone i love
My Proudest Moment: when i managed to survive the darkest period in my life.
My Biggest Challenge: living past each day happily.
My Alarm Clock: is my handphone.
My perfect day: sleeping in for 24 hours.
My First Job: McDonald's crew
My indulgence: Ice cream
My Last purchase: Ben & Jerry's Chocolate Fudge Brownie
My Favourite Movie: The Graduate
My inspiration: My Mummy
My life: is a line.

I want to tag Gigi, but then she's on a hiatus to dont know when, so I dont know who else to tag cos the people on the right hand side of this page do not really reply to tags.

.:perfection:.

Perhaps it's PMS, but I've been pretty affected by things happening recently. And it's so odd, how when friends, who are supposed to accept you for who you are, suddenly have expectations which you can't seem to meet no matter how hard you try.

I am not the perfect girl, the perfect friend, the perfect girlfriend, the perfect daughter, the perfect person, nor ever will be the perfect woman… but I try very much in my capacity to be the most perfect person that I can ever be. And if my so-called “perfections” are flaws in others’ point of view, then I will try harder. I know I can’t satisfy everyone, and I can never live up to what others expect from me.

I'm perfectly imperfect.

I just need to accept this.