Friday, May 13, 2005

you know what
come to think of it the world aint that big
at least to me at the moment

you could have read about a person two years back and not really pay attention to it
and two years later you read about the person again but you never really did pay attention to it either..
somewhere in between you might pass each other without realising it...
a few months later you meet each other face to face, could be in the same country, or even a different continent and funnily enough no familiarlity stikes you.... well except perhaps that there's this strange feeling that you've met each other before. That the person's face just seem somewhat familiar....

until after the chance meeting... then something just clicks..
somehow everything slowly falls into place.. but the picture is still not entirely clear...

then you wonder if your crossed path actually means something unless its just pure coincidence...

but then you know your paths wont cross again... not in another few years... unless the thing called coincidence or fate as you might like to put it, decides to have a hand in it...

oh well...
as perfectly put by a song
sung by Doris Day in this 1950's classic:
Que sera, sera
whatever will be will be
the future's not ours to see
Que sera, sera....

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5/13/2005 04:48:00 PM
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.The Writer.

I love standing in the rain, letting the feel of raindrops caress feverish skin, letting it wash away my thoughts, worries and pain. I love the feel of sand between my toes, the cool wind whispering in my ear, the soothing sound of the sea, the warmth of a hug. I love anything vintage, historical, mysterious and magical. I like to laugh, I like freedom and happiness, I like the idea of romance, being swept off my feet and happy endings. I currently have no idea where i'm going but i know i'll get where i'm suppose to be in due time. I want things i cant have, I dream of things that can never be but i'm too afraid to leave the things i'm familiar with even when i know i'm adaptable to change. I can be the person you love or hate, like or loath, admire or envy. I am not perfect,
I am just me.