Leaving On A Jet Plane

All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go
I'm standin' here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye

But the dawn is breakin', it's early morn
The taxi's waitin', he's blowin' his horn
Already I'm so lonesome I could die

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go

'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go

There's so many times I've let you down
So many times I've played around
I'll tell you now, they don't mean a thing

Every place I go, I think of you
Every song I sing, I sing for you
When I come back I'll wear your wedding ring

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go

'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go

Now the time has come to leave you
One more time, oh, let me kiss you
And close your eyes and I'll be on my way

Dream about the days to come
When I won't have to leave alone
About the times that I won't have to say ...

Oh, kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go

'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go

And I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go

Beaten And Scarred

Is there something wrong with me?
What is it that makes me so inferior to you?
What is it that I'm lacking?
The things that I need to impress you.

You are my heart,
You are my soul,
I've taken my stride,
Out of my very own shell for you.

I've been beaten and scarred,
Just so that I can earn a little bit of respect,
But no matter how hard I tried,
It is always not what you had expected.

I love you,
But what can I do?
Because I know there is no room,
For me to be there for you.

So tell me what to do,
What would I get,
Before I go alone,
And may never return again.

A little snippet

It's been ages since I last updated anything here. Been busy with some shit that kept me burning midnight oil and make coffee producers worldwide happy because of the amount that I indulged over that period of time. But it's now all over and I leave everything in the hands of God. Basically that was what I have been doing over the last fortnight or so. So there has been nothing that is out of this world, well, except a few of the 14days dealing with this shit was spent at Zureen's house. I think that is the only plus point during those days where my brain was put through the coconut grinding machine.

Apart from that, there is nothing much to say, really. Oh, to Lloyd Taylor Simpson, fuck you. Stupid customer service coupled with an already-full e-mail inbox and kept telling me to keep sending those e-mails that would never arrive even until Judgment Day. Just you wait, I will return with my battalion of brethren and spam you office till I get what I should have get ages ago.

'Boob' Quest -Chapter 3

I saw this one quote from a friend's blog recently and it basically sums up my personality as a whole. It goes like this:

When you struggle, that's when you realise what you're made of, and that's when you realise what the people around you can do. You learn who you's want to take with you to war, and who you'd only take to lunch.

And she wrote something about her problems, which I'd rather not write because, well, I don't know her problems. Shit, I'm starting to stray off my point. I am a person who hates people telling him what to do. All those I've-been-theres and It's-for-your-benefits, will not actually make me learn anything. It will only make me more cautious in making decisions but it won't let me learn anything. And there is another quote that I saw in another friend's room:

I have learned so much from my mistakes, I think I'll make another...

I learned how to appreciate what I have and what I am capable of. They say the sky is the limit and I believe it is true but not everyone can reach the sky. I am a believer of fate, if God decides that I will reach the sky, then I'll reach it. He'll give me the strength to overcome my fear, He'll give me the strength to make myself go beyond the limit of my body and He'll give me the big break that will make me fly towards the sky. If it is not meant to be, then we'll just have to keep on going, because the final chapter is not finished until it is written.

So I am me. There is no one else in the world, except for God of course, who understands my feelings. Only a handful really knows half of my feeling and only 3 knows most of it. My bombom Zureen, dearest Sarah babe and my ever-so-helpful sensei Lydia....they have seen me as me. Not as the bully or as the joker or as that square-glassed geek kid from school. They have seen me in my true form, as a fragile and delicate piece of a nearly broken glass. To the three of you, you are forever in my heart because the three of you, taught me how to live. I love you...