How do i move on?

So...How do you move on with life after you've had a crushing blow to your morality? Do you just pretend that nothing happened, pretend that block of life didnt exist, or do you cry those rivers of hurt till you are completely empty inside?

Sometimes i wish i could google my life's problems. Type in the question and BAM! you are bombarded with lists of options. Or maybe I should go looking for a book "10 steps to getting over a heartbreak".

But its not that easy is it?

You still have to go through that sad cycle of collecting tiny little pieces of your heart that has been carelessly flung away. Those tiny little memories that keep coming back to you every second of the day. The longing to rewind time and this time play it another way.

But could it have been different if played another way?

I doubt it.

Isnt it amazing how people look and yearn for love their whole life, yet they refuse to give love themselves. Is it so hard to give as easy it is to take? It does mystify me how people talk about the cruel society and its shortcomings, and then become one themselves. Is it so hard to be true to yourself? Why hide your feelings? Why pretend you understand everything when you dont?

Questions and questions...but no answers.
Someone did say once, the gist of which is 'You are born alone, you walk through life alone, and you die alone.' Then why do you yearn for companionship?

Sometimes...somethings are taken for granted. The value is only known when its taken away.

But, something positive is always gained from experiences in life. I learned to be stronger, a better person. 'Help like a rainfall.'

Afcourse...a heartache can really hurt...

A butterfly in the land of monsters

...a butterfly in the land of monsters...

how the different colors on his wings make him so different...so beautiful..

the way he reaches for the sky...the way he leaves a trail behind..

with so many flowers to chose from...he ignores the most colorful...the most fragrant..and lands on the sweetest..the sweetest nectar of all.....

and how is it that he understands...those words...yet unspoken..like he could see through to my heart...and understand the rhythm of my beats..

He calls it fate...is it fate?

but a true partner he is...and we travel through time together.....to far off places...lost in our dreams...

and with his words so divine...he brings a smile to my lips...everytime..

I stray from reality...and into his arms of happiness..

yes..im scared..very..

for he is so true..and real.

Dear Moon

Dear Moon,

Last night, while walking in my garden of red roses and nightingales, i was thinking of life's mysteries and miracles.

That is when i looked up in search of HIM and i caught you peeking shyly at me through those floating clouds.

Your fleeting glimpse stopped me dead in my tracks and i wondered if it was a passing mirage.

But then the sky cleared itself to reveal the hidden treasure.

I was mesmerized.

The stillness in the air was suddenly alight with your shining magic.

Oh...the beauty of that pure pearl, so far and away from the touch of this cruel world.

Why have you retreated into that far corner of the galaxy?

Are you scared?

The prominant scars on you tell tales of suffer and pain, nights of tears and prayers in vain.

But still you shine oh moon! Still you light up those restless souls.

I sink down to the cool earth, but i cant take my eyes off you.

The wind whispers words of love into my ears, and into my heart they melt into an ache so sweet.

The silence of midnight sings slowly as the sands of time unravel themselves.

Why are you so far?

"I am the only thing that erases those endless miles into a common point where gazes meet every night."

A smile lights up the lonliness surrounding me and a light fragrance of hope fills me up.

Your presence in my night, has fulfilled me to the point of happiness.

And how is it that i understand you so well yet you talk with no words?

You give me a knowing smile.

And then you dissapear just as suddenly you walked in my life.

I turn around to go back to my waiting life, but i look back just in time to see you watching me.

I know you will always be there for me, lighting up my dark lonely nights.

But is it forever?

Time only knows...

Your lover,

Ice Princezz

Addicted to FaceBook?

Rrrrinnngg

a.m.
10:00 - Wake up, rub eyes.
10:15 - Log on to FB
10:30 - Breakfast
p.m.
2:00 - Log on to FB (Yay 1 notification!)
2:30 - Lunch
4:00 - Logged on to FB till 6 (Damn no friends online)
7:00 - Walk around a bit
7:30 - Log on to FB (1 friend request, another random add)
9:00 - Log on to FB
9:30 - Dinner
a.m.
12:00 - Log on to FB (Update status)
12:30 - Sleep


Addicted to FaceBook?

Definitely yes, quite hard to admit but yes my social life has been (almost) completely digitized! Then i think, what did i do before FB took over my life so completely. Hmm...I decide to make a list of options as to how to 'unaddict' myself.

1. Romance Novels (one of my favorite pastimes, afcourse pretty dormant now. maybe i should dig out those novels from the dredges of my bookshelf again)
2. Sign up on a blogging website if you like to write, and share that is. (one of the best ideas ever)
3. Brainless tube watching. Ah...Desperate houswives, Scrubs and Gossip Girl, how have i missed staring at you all day long.
4. Telephone. Ring up old friends and let the lips do the talking this time.
5. MSN chatting (old school)
6. House chores (Hahahaaaaaaa)
7. Twitter (I do remember having an account there, just didnt bother logging on the second time)
8. Go out. Where? Maybe to the nearest bomb site?
9. Take up a hobby. Gardening? (pfft!) , stamp collection (someone kill me), Fashion designing (maybe).
10. Listening to music. ( Duhhh, multitasking always includes music)

Oh who am i kidding here!
FB you own me.

Giving a thought to blogging prospects

I come across this website http://www.blogspot.com/ , while FBing afcourse. Sounds interesting, i think. Possibly a way to put my thoughts down on paper (i.e. digital paper). A whirlwind it is up there, so much going on, but all muddled up. Why not sort it all out on a clean white page of a blog.

So i give my Blogger a title - Midnight~Mist
(love the curvy line in between, emphasizes the name, dont ask how)

Why did i choose that name? Ever heard the 'midnight' talk? How the wistful silence makes your thoughts louder, the humming breeze adds music while playing those soft violins, the quite atmosphere gives you the centre stage while the world is at rest, the stirring leaves reminds you of forgotten memories. And the mist...the mist adds romance to it all.

That is what I'm all about.