I guess maybe...Happiness is like a guitar.

A guitar's handy, you can bring it everywhere you go.

It stays by your side all the time; you play it, singin' with the music, and be happy - all the time.

Whenever you meet with something unpleasant, you'll know to take out that guitar and start strummin', coz music can lift the worst of moods.

But as more and more things pile up on you, you start staggerin' under the immense weight of everything - family, school, work, friends, love, bills, etc., you put down that guitar, "just for a short while", so you can better balance all your burden.

At first you think your shoulders are somewhat freed from some weight, and you keep goin'. But slowly, you feel that something is not quite right, something lackin' in your life perhaps?

You ignore that tiny voice in your head and get back to business. Keep movin' forward.

Yes, you're gettin' by just fine, well, sorta. But once the weight gets too much for you, everything whizzin' thru your head, and you feel like tearin' out your hair and screamin', cryin', wallowin' in self-pity... You collapse on the ground, on top of everything you've been carryin' all these while.

And then at the corner of your eye, you see something familiar.

Your good old guitar! Still safely stored in the now dusty case.

You pick it up once more, take out your guitar, and start strummin'. Quickly, the music fills your mind, your heart, your soul. You open your mouth and let the words come out in a melody.

You're singin' - again, with that faithful guitar which you realised, has never left your side.

With this, you now know that you should continue to carry that guitar wherever you go. When something comes along, you can play the guitar in celebration, or in comfort. At the end of the day, you'll know that that good old guitar will always remind you why you're still trudgin' on in Life.

You keep playin' the guitar until one day, alas, as with all the things, the guitar becomes broken. You can get it repaired, or you can get it replaced. But by then, you may probably realise that you don't need that guitar anymore! Coz the music is now ingrained in your bones. Some of us, can by then get by fine, without that guitar, livin' Life to the fullest with the melodies that keep playin' in their heads. Some of us, on the other hand, will still get that guitar fixed to continue writin' new melodies with that faithful old instrument.
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I guess everyone has his/her own 'guitar', his/her own Happiness and reasons to smile/get by in Life.

Happiness sometimes seems like a Lost & Found thing for me. But until last night I realised that I've prolly never lost it in me; just that when the goin' gets tough, I bury myself so much in everything that, I dunno, I forget to be happy? Like, I forget that there are still so many things to be happy about, and I really shouldn't just let myself keep sinkin' into my self-created abyss.

Just ramblin' on haha. Not sure if I still make sense by the end of this post, so do excuse anything illogical. xD

Quote of The Day, baby:

Quote of The Day, baby:

Come on skinny love just last the year
Pour a little salt, we were never here
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer

I tell my love to wreck it all
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Right in this moment this order's tall

I told you to be patient
I told you to be fine
And I told you to be balanced
And I told you to be kind

In the morning I'll be with you
But it will be a different kind
I'll be holding all the tickets
And you'll be owning all the fines

Come on skinny love what happened here
We suckled on the hope in lite brassieres
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Sullen load is full, so slow on the split

And I told you to be patient
And I told you to be fine
And I told you to be balanced
And I told you to be kind

And now all your love is wasted
And who the hell was I?
I'm breaking at the bridges
And at the end of all your lines

Who will love you?
Who will fight?
Who will fall far behind?
Ooh, ooh

Come on skinny love~

My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my~

Quote of The Day, baby:

Does Love give us false courage?

I know Love empowers ppl. Like you'd put your life on the line for your loved one.

How abt the super scaled-down version of this?

Little things like, not carin' if you'll get drilled by your 'rents and use the phone to talk to the guy you like in plain sight; knowin' that you shouldn't stay out late every night but still comin' home past 9 every day.

Is this a false courage born outta my insane love? Or is this just my heck-care, impulsive nature? Or..is this really courage. With no fuss no frills no pretentious nature. Just, plain, courage?

Quote of The Day, baby:



I can't keep on without you.
I won't keep on without you.

Truly, livin' the dream(:

Quote of The Day, baby:

"The best relationship is when you two can act like lovers and best friends. It’s when you have more playful moments than serious moments. It’s when you can joke around, let each other have piggy backs, have unexpected hugs and random kisses. It’s when you two give each other that specific stare and just smile. It’s when you’ll rather stay in to watch movies, eat junk food and cuddle, than go out all the time. It’s when you’ll stay up all night just to settle your arguments and problems. It’s when you can completely act yourself and they can still love you for who you are."

~Unknown

The young lady boarded the bus and immediately caught the attention of all of the passengers.
She looked to be not older than 16, perhaps?
One could tell that she's cultured and refined. Her hair combed neatly and held in place with a white cloth hairband. She wore clothes that might have looked better if she were a 20-something-year-old: an off-white patterned top that had buttoned sleeves endin' just above her elbows. grey shorts and black pumps. Holdin' her left arm up, she fumbled thru her LV handbag for her mobile phone and sat down.
She's pretty, and tanned. Her eyelashes were long and thick. Did she apply mascara? I know not.

As I observed her, I couldn't help but picture C's face in place of hers.

C comes from a wealthy family. Although she doesn't seem to act like a milion-dolllar baby, this somewhat matured image of her could somehow fit into my mind, off-white patterned tops, LV bags and all.

And it scared me.

It scared me like crazy.

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I closed my eyes and saw the 2 of us.

We were camwhorin' on Photobooth, somehow.
The image ran on like a secret movie, stashed away in the attic or something, and finally replayed after being found randomly.

Coz this was the second time I've seen us like this, in my head.

We were happy, very happy.

You looked surprised in the photo, but you also looked contented. Pleased, even. (or did I make you out to be?)

I opened my eyes again and kinda shivered slightly.

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Why are we always so afraid to lose that someone?