Man Made Island.
i once thought that because of our insensitivity, that we create islands amongst us. that through our intense attachments in cliques that no one else can afford to be near us, hence, isolation occurs. i once thought that the only way to abolish islands were to make sure everyone was accepted.
I was wrong.
People make themselves islands. they strive to live out of the box, and although commendable, they risk miscommunication and later, discommunication. They wish so badly to have life their own way that when others approach, there is no room left for them. Man made islands.
Try as you may, islands will continue its existence as long as there are different personalities, and different expectations of individuals. Now i know i should not try to abolish them, rather "visit" them when the tide is low, and they need communication with the rest of the world. 
Play on.
another checkpoint, another bookmark
another audition for the singing lark.
perspective to take a hold of what i lack
whether i’m far too rigid or just too slack.
so many people find my ways labyrinthian
a puzzle in writing, meanings lost in translation
but why do they look in so deep when it is
so clear to people who know the real me,(not a name on a list).
so cheers then, to the friends i cherish
to the silent listeners when i cry in anguish
to the readers of this blog faithful and esteemed
my pride once lost is now redeemed.
thanks to God who granted me wings
so i may gracefully rise above all things
the support of friends in every challenge faced
in such a way fashioned, strategically placed.
to all the people who need to know
this is from my heart to you, and lo
i humbly offer my words of praise to you
for all my friends who know me through and through.
Clingy. (Don’t worry seng, it’s not about you)
Why hadn’t i thought of that before? I am clingy.
Perhaps too much so i envelope and suffocate the people i hold dearly. a little too overwhelming… Perhaps.
But when it comes to friends, it is all too difficult, too precious to just let go. And i stand by this, knowing in life, letting go is probably the best option. People only care about people who can care back.
But i am different. think if i were stuck in a place with crummy friends i’d still have friends at least. That in life maybe it’s better to give and give knowing you would never get back.
Ignorance is bliss to some, helpful to others, but traumatic for me. Women can never leave things alone. They must always know WHY??? by that definition I AM WOMAN, hear me ROAR!
Sorry for the lousy half past six entries. Would really want to write in massive entries upon my heart but time and place are the limiting factors. i know i owe people poetry too…
TTFN..
Summer Glitzy Parade
I have not felt this for a long long while. Maybe too bogged with work and practicality of life, maybe i just didn’t see a point. But for now, I’m back to myself. The fashionable one of course. The one who wears makeup and wants to look pretty. Vain you might think yet i think it’s just Gene. I’ve always been a tomboy in a skirt, meaning i like to do garish stunts, yet i never want to look ugly doing it. My sense of fashion is different, unique pertaining to me, yes, but it doesn’t stop me from feeling how i feel wearing pretty clothes and all dressed up - Feminine.
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