Trusting in YOURSELF!

Have you ever... find you telling yourself off... for not trusting YOU more? I do that every now and then, rolling eyes at myself when I forgot what I did a moment ago, bitching behind my own back when I find myself blabbering too much in times of drunken states, knocking myself over for missing out on good deals when I know that there will be none the better!

Why... Oh why? Why do I always doubt myself a little, just a tiny, teeny bit which causes havoc in the present moment and my future plans. *SIGH~* Life is short, I should always believe that no one else judges my own life better than me. But what about those sayings about you will never see what is really happening in the square till you stand out of the square. 

So I have made a choice, to have confidence in my decisions, judgements, and plans. If I screw them up, at least I am the one who f***ed it up!

What would you do on a Christmas Eve?

On Christmas Eve, I would like to stay away from alcohol, stay away from clubs and stay home with a plate of freshly baked chocolate cookies dipped in the creamiest vanilla ice-cream, watching home movies with my love ones.

Maybe I should resign to the fate of going to a match-making agency, maybe it is not that bad and not that embarrassing to admit to the fact that I can't find myself a life partner. This is one resolution that I have to make: to find a decent boyfriend next year! (I must be the only one with such resolution)

Christmas is a time to love?

After watching so many Christmas movies, year after year, one cannot help but think that Christmas is indeed the season to love, a season to spread love, a season to fall in love and a season to declare your love. How true is it that when you confess your admiration for someone during Christmas, the probability of getting rejected is lower because it is a season to love.

Well, I have never tried it before, it is not that I do not want to try but rather I have no one to try on and I am pretty gutless in certain situations, especially in the situations of love. Maybe one day there will be a time when I need such luck on this particular season of love.

Will you do it?

I Carry Your Heart With Me

I carry your heart with me

(I carry it in my heart)

I am never without it

(anyway I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done

by only me is your doing, my darling)

I fear

no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)

I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)

and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud 

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows

higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart

E. E. Cummings

One Art

The art of losing isn't hard to master;

so many things seem filled with the intent

to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster

of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.

The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster;

places, and names, and where it was you meant

to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or

next-to-last, of three loved houses went.

The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,

some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.

I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture

I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident 

the art of losing's not too hard to master

though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

By Elizabeth Bishop

What if he doesn't like me?

He says: "When I like somebody, I make sure they know it. Life is too short to live it any other way."

She says: "What if he doesn't like me back?"

He says: "Be an idiot..."

Did I shave too much?

Little pieces of you get chipped away by another person.

And then, you shave little pieces of yourself away,

so that you will fit together.

And one day, you looked up.

You don't even know who you are.