Princess Diaries : 5 - Matters of a confused heart

Dear Diary,

Just landed home after a short trip back from Hyderabad. Two words, hell again. After taking a long breath of relief and thanking god for getting me home before i actually scattered my brains there, i turn on my beloved laptop. Oh! How i missed it, my sole partner through times of lonliness and sadness. Felt bad for deserting it so suddenly. But its the only thing that would stand by no matter what. This silver & black HP branded, running-on-electricity piece of metal is probably my only support thats keeping me sane in this city of chaotic madness. I love you to bits my baby. Keep alive till i breathe! *Muah*

Ok ok, so ill stop the mushy gushy and sentimentals now. Back to what i was saying before i lost track and started singing the lappy love song. Yup, turned on laptop, checked FB (Crap boring!), checked Blog (no additon to the number of followers, like i said they all hate me), checked hotmail (Scrreeeeeeeccchhhhh!). Wow. I mean seriously. Some emails really make you all happy. I mean there are people out there who actually care. So while listening to a remix which kinda destroyed a beautiful song, i went through them. Simply Gorgeous. Made my effing day! And then i realised, that maybe (emphasis on maybe) a laptop is not the only thing that stands by you through thick and thin. Maybe im expecting too much, but sometimes it actually feels nice to sometimes let go and believe. To stop being too cautios and let your heart work on its own will. Although it is kinda obvious that that organ is THE one that will get you in deep trouble and destroy your life, but sometimes you just have to trust it. And Just when im having those yummy thoughts, my brain takes over the whole romantic ordeal. and my heart scutters back to where it was trapped just seconds ago. Coward *sigh*

So then i think, back to gossip girl it is. A big packet of mnms and the start of Season 3 is exactly what i need to calm my brain down. Prevent an uncontrollable war that is brewing unavoidably in the air. The brain-heart war that im so used to now. Logic or dream come true? With emotions and tears involved, it can be nothing less than a nuclear war! How about we not repeat history right now and just go back to boggling over Chuck Bass and scheming with Blair Waldorf. Buh byes.

Heart on Lyrics - Somebody's Me (Enrique Iglesias)

You, do you remember me?

like I remember you?

Do you spend your life going back in your mind to that time?

Cause I,

I walk the streets alone

I hate being on my own

And everyone can see that I really fell

And I'm going through hell

Thinking about you with somebody else

Somebody wants you,

somebody needs you

Somebody dreams about you every single night

Somebody can't breathe,

without you it's lonely

Somebody hopes that one day you will see

That somebody's me,

that somebody's me, yeah

How, how did we go wrong?

It was so good and now its gone

And I pray at night that our paths soon will cross

And what we hide isn't lost?

Cause you're always right here in my thoughts

Somebody wants you,

somebody needs you

Somebody dreams about you every single night

Somebody can't breathe,

without you it's lonely

Somebody hopes that one day you will see

That somebody's me, oh, yeah

You will always be in my life even if I'm not in your life?

Cause you're in my memory

You, will you remember me?

And before you set me free, oh, listen please

Somebody wants you,

somebody needs you

Somebody dreams about you every single night

Somebody can't breathe,

without you it's lonely

Somebody hopes that someday you will see

Somebody's me, that somebody's me

That somebody's me, that somebody's me, oh, yeah

Can we pretend...?

Can we? Can we really pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? 'Cause GOD help me i could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now!).



Wonder what Hayley Williams was thinking when she sang those lyrics so beautifully, made it sound like the most wistful wish ever. I mean really, that is so not something that you can blurt out in a normal conversation with your dad over dinner;


"So daughter, how was school today?"

"Full of chaos as usual, but i do have a killer test tomorrow. Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?"

"ummm...is ur brain functioning alright dear?"


See what i mean? It does take talent to turn stupidity into pure romance. And that is exactly why we have artists who work wonders for us. WE have Fashion designers who turn scarps of threads into gorgeous attires that turn ugly ducklings into graceful swans. Directors who make passing events sound like interesting stories to be told forever. Painters that combine all shades of colors to give breathtaking paintings.



And Then we have photographers. Those illusionists that find unbelievable beauty in the most plainest of things and turn ugly eyesores of daily life into showstopping wonders. Did i say im in love with one of many? I would call them sorcerers if they hadnt had been named already, and their tools...their magic wands! Those that they click away rentlessly at objects. "Everything has beauty...you just have to find it." And God how they find it. I could go through those magic spells all day long, the moon on those nights, the picturesque sunset on that eventful day. How those pictures bring out emotions hidden deep inside. Those eyes...so happy, as one looks out the window smiling at the gorgeous, bright day and its happenings. It makes your insides churn for more, but then you always learn when to stop giving when its all in vain. Sometimes the path just ends suddenly at the edge of the cliff, and instead of taking that huge leap into the unknown realms below, you just turn back to go to where u came from. in deafeat.


But hey, we do have the rest of our lives to mess up. Who says life wont take twists and turns again? And you never know what the future might throw at you. Along with lemons and eggs, there might be something feminine too. And before you know it...the past will be past. Nothing more.


So Hayley, lets hope your method of getting a wish heard actually works. 'Cuz if it doesnt, there will be alot of dissapointed fans around. And a lot of airplanes that might be stoned down. *winks*