2wenty Se7en
(This post has no images. Phew!)In a few hours time I'll be 27, unofficially of cos. The last I remember checking my birthcert, it says 1628hrs or something like that. Hmm..good for 4D. So only when it's 4pm tmrw, I'll offically turn 27.
27.
To rejoice or not to rejoice? Well, depends on how you look at it. For some like me, I drag to be a year older. I know we all grow older as the year progresses but somehow I just don't feel right being 27. It's just too fast. It's just not right. I look at myself and see where I am in life, I haven't achieved anything. My ambition hasn't been fullfilled...I see my friends getting married, having kids. My brothers with their love of their life, enjoying each other's company. Planning for the future as one, sharing life's special moments with each other, lovingly. And here I am. Alone. Only possessing many already have. Freedom & Time.
Time.
To do wadever I like, wherever and whenever. Such freedom. But does this mean that it'll vanish if I were to be attached? In wadever ways you look at it, it does have its negative sides. However, it also has its postitive sides. As always, I'll try to look at it positively. Love would come one day again. The least I can do is wait.
Wait.
Everything I dream of has never come true. Business plans we talked about still surfacing ard my room. Still lingers on and on and on and I don't know when will we ever see our 'baby'. My heart has always been playing tricks on me. One moment I'll be so enthusiastic, the other moment, everything I do turns to stone. And that'll take double the effort to insprire my creative brain and start working on it again. Sometimes I'm so exhausted I feel like screaming my head off. "Let's kill this off!" But no. Be patient. As the old saying goes: Good things always have to wait. And so I wait. I'm a good listener you see.
See.
Seeing is believeing. And I do not want to see myself when I'm thirty, still doin what I'm doin. I wanna be the best in my field. To handle people, to direct and inspire people in creative ways that dreams so often do not come true.
True.
Fading Like A Flower - Roxette
In a time where the sun descends alone,
I ran a long long way from home
to find a heart thats made out of stone.
I will try,
I just need a little time
to get your face right out of my mind,
to see the world through different eyes
Every time I see you oh I try to hide away
but when we meet it seems I cant let go.
Every time you leave the room
I feel Im fading like a flower
Tell me why?
When I scream theres no reply,
when I reach out theres nothing to find,
when I sleep I break down and cry
Fading like a rose,
fading like a rose,
beaten by the storm,
talking to myself,
getting washed by the rain,
its such a cold cold town.
In a time where the sun descends alone,
I ran a long long way from home
to find a heart thats made out of stone.
I will try,
I just need a little time
to get your face right out of my mind,
to see the world through different eyes
Every time I see you oh I try to hide away
but when we meet it seems I cant let go.
Every time you leave the room
I feel Im fading like a flower
Tell me why?
When I scream theres no reply,
when I reach out theres nothing to find,
when I sleep I break down and cry
Fading like a rose,
fading like a rose,
beaten by the storm,
talking to myself,
getting washed by the rain,
its such a cold cold town.
posted by jeremyz @ 10:22 PM
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