30's a charm?

A friend of mine commented. 30's a charm. You're supposed to acting your age but you're not.
That really sets me wondering. Do we always have to contain the kid in us? When i was a child, i behave like a child, i think like a child. But now as i grow older, i think like an adult and have to act like one. We dun always have to put up to be at our age all the time, when u're with a child, u act like one, think like one and happy times it is. When u're with someone older, u expect to share wisdom and knowledge and expected to have the respect returned. So really... age does matters at some point or your mentality matters most?

We are just in our own world...

People live their lives bound by what they accept as correct and true.
That's how they define "reality".
But what does it mean to be "correct" or "true"?
Merely vague concepts ... their "reality" may all be a mirage.
Can we consider them to simply be living in their own world, shaped by their beliefs?

When you live, your life will end sooner or later... The body will return to the earth. Grass and flowers will grow on top of it. The soul will nourish the hearts... and it will live on in the hearts of other people. Everything in this world flows around and circulates. That goes for human lives too

On the sixth day, God created Man in His own image, now it's up to us to figure it all out. Right...wrong...good...evil...in each of us is the capacity to decide what drives our actions.
So what is it, then, that makes some choose selflessness, the need to devote oneself to something greater, while others know only self-interest?
Isolating themselves in a world of their own making?
Some seek love, even if only unrequited, while others are driven by fear and betrayal.
There are those who see their choices as dark proof of God's absence while others follow a path of noble destiny.
But in the end, good, evil, right or wrong...what we choose is never what we really need.
For that is the ultimate cosmic joke, the real gift that God has left behind.

Me : "I hate lazy people!"

E : "Why you so bad?"

Me : "I really HATE lazy people!"

E : "Why do you hate them so much?"

Me : "Becos they are lazy by choice! They should shut their trap and stop whining when they are too lazy to get things done their way. They can choose not to be lazy!"

E : "..... somehow it makes sense... "

*Don't you just love bar room talks.

xoxo

The greatest pleasure in life is doing what other people say you cannot do

The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result.

You, sing me to sleep
Talk down my walls
Look through my windows as I wait
You could be the thief
I give the key to…
…You’re breaking into my heart
And I’m letting you…

Yesterday, was that you?
Looked just like you
Strange things my imagination might do
Take a breath, reflect on what we’ve been through
Or am I just going crazy cause I miss you?

Love is..

Love is a temporary madness,
it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides.
And when it subsides, you have to make a decision.
You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.
Because this is what love is.
Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body.
That is just being “in love”, which any fool can do.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.

I know it.
Maybe I’ll be older and smarter and just plain better.
That’s when I’ll deserve you.

And i know you're waiting for that

Hold my hand

And i will take you there

Somehow.. Someday.. Somewhere..

You broke it

Now you have to fix it!

Marie-Thérèse Walter

Marie-Thérèse Walter
July 13, 1909 – October 20, 1977

Picasso met 17-year-old Marie Therese Walter and began a secret affair with her.
At the time, Picasso was still married to Khokhlova.
Marie Therese lived in the vain hope that Picasso would one day marry her.

But Picasso left her for another mistress, Dora Maar.

Until Picasso death, Marie Therese has been waiting for him.

She hung herself after receiving the news of Picasso's death.
All these while... She's been loving him...
Tis sad... She had always love him but she never had her love return...

Silence...

可不可以讓我回到　突然長大那一天

那一刻　她的吻　改變我的世界

I'D LIKE TO BE SOMEONE YOU CAN LEARN TO LOVE AGAIN...

The whole world, including myself,

seems to have one thing in common:

We're just a crowd of people who don't fit in anywhere,

attempting to convince one another that we do

U tot it was nothing when i tell u it hurts

Remember?

Do u remember that time i went to buy u flowers and surpised u at night over at your place

Those were magic moments. We chatted till late at night. We share many thoughts.

It was Epic.

I miss you :'(

This is me looking at you... and you looking at me...