And remember, life will never be perfect, no matter how hard you try. Even if you pour your heart and soul into it, you will never achieve a state of absolute perfection. There will always be moments of uncertainty; there will always be days where nothing goes right. But as time rolls on you will learn that even the most imperfect situations can be made better with a little love and laughter.
I’m at a payphone trying to call home
All of my change I spent on you
Where have the times gone
Baby it’s all wrong, where are the plans we made for two?
Yeah, I, I know it’s hard to remember
The people we used to be
It’s even harder to picture
That you’re not here next to me
You say it’s too late to make it
But is it too late to try?
And in our time that you wasted
All of our bridges burned down
I’ve wasted my nights
You turned out the lights
Now I’m paralyzed
Still stuck in that time when we called it love
But even the sun sets in paradise
I’m at a payphone trying to call home
All of my change I spent on you
Where have the times gone
Baby it’s all wrong, where are the plans we made for two?
If happy ever after did exist
I would still be holding you like this
All those fairytales are full of sh*t
One more stupid love song I’ll be sick
You turned your back on tomorrow
Cause you forgot yesterday
I gave you my love to borrow
But just gave it away
You can’t expect me to be fine
I don’t expect you to care
I know I’ve said it before
But all of our bridges burned down
I’ve wasted my nights
You turned out the lights
Now I’m paralyzed
Still stuck in that time when we called it love
But even the sun sets in paradise
I’m at a payphone trying to call home
All of my change I spent on you
Where have the times gone
Baby it’s all wrong, where are the plans we made for two?
If happy ever after did exist
I would still be holding you like this
All those fairytales are full of sh*t
One more stupid love song I’ll be sick
Now I’m at a payphone…
[Wiz Khalifa]
Man work that sh*t
I’ll be out spending all this money while you sitting round
Wondering why it wasn’t you who came up from nothing
Made it from the bottom
Now when you see me I’m stunning
And all of my cars start with the push up a button
Telling me the chances I blew up or whatever you call it
Switched the number to my phone
So you never could call it
Don’t need my name on my show
You can tell it I’m ballin’
Swish, what a shame could have got picked
Had a really good game but you missed your last shot
So you talk about who you see at the top
Or what you could’ve saw
But sad to say it’s over for
Phantom pulled up valet open doors
Wiz like go away, got what you was looking for
Now ask me who they want
So you can go and take that little piece of sh*t with you
I’m at a payphone trying to call home
All of my change I spent on you
Where have the times gone
Baby it’s all wrong, where are the plans we made for two?
If happy ever after did exist
I would still be holding you like this
All those fairytales are full of sh*t
One more stupid love song I’ll be sick
Now I’m at a payphone…
People’s certainty makes my uncertainty even clearer.
Words cant describe how much i love/treasure my noble grandmother who raised me from when i was in kindergarden till now, a young adult. The reason why i’m so spoilt and why i always want things my way, is because she always did her best to give me everything i wanted and she would always stand by my side to back me up even when i’m in the wrong. When i’m sick, she would make sure she goes with me to the doctors, and feed me my meals even when i’m 18. When i’m hungry at 10pm, she’ll cook food for me to eat, to make sure i won’t sleep with an empty stomach. When i stressed from studying, she’ll always encourage me to study hard and to remember that rest is just as important. When i’m sad, she’ll always know and told me not to dwell on the small stuffs.
Everytime i leave home to hang out with friends/work/school, i see her eyes that she’s sad to see me leave. And when i come home, she never fails to open the door with a smile that someone’s back at home to accompany her. That smile makes me feel bad everytime i leave the house, and i would always remind myself to spend time with her at home. But day after day, the promise made is forgotten and it takes a while for that feeling to come back again. Therefore, the promise now, is that once a week i would have to spend time with her, either to eat or watch tv or just talk. Esp when i would be flying to LA for two months.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY NOBLE GRANDMAMA, I <3 YOU! :>
Recently, someone asked me, ‘What do you look for in a guy? whats your type?’.
In the past, i would always share with my girlfriends and guyfriends about my long list of requirements of my potential boyfriend, such as, being taller than me, having dimples, rich, smarter than me, blah blah blah. Im sure everyone have made their own list one point of another in their life.
But this time, instead of plunging into my whole list of requirements which my ideal boyfriend/husband has to have like in the past, i replied, ‘i don’t know! ‘. My reply had set me thinking about this topic, of what i look for in my potential to be husband.
After all the past relationships i had (not boasting that i have a lot), i came to realize that those long lists actually doesn’t matter. When you meet ‘the one’ you just fall helplessly for him/her, and the list you made? You will make correlations, like ‘Yups, he is what im looking for, he is tall and he is so sweet to me !’. As if the guy last month that expressed his liking for you isn’t tall and sweet to you too? The idea that i’m trying to put across is that there is no need to ‘look’ for your type or have ’ a type’ because there isn’t a your type out there. Because when you really fall for someone, he becomes your type, even without the dimples, or the long hair that can be styled. But when someone whom you don’t like, expresses his feelings for you, you give the reason that ‘he’s not my type’.
How does one have in mind of their type? For me, ‘my type’ list came from my first boyfriend, which was my longest of 2 years. He had a good boy look, dimples, hair that can be styled, slim and tall, personality of 95/100 blah blah blah. He was the almost perfect then. And because of that, whenever someone asked me about my type, i found that i was describing him instead. It’s not that i’m not over him, i am. But because he made such an impact in my life, he became the prototype of ‘my type’. But even with ‘my type’ in mind, i still had boyfriends, who are totally opposites of ‘my type’.
The point i’m trying to get across is, when you really fall for someone, you would overlook the qualities that he doesn’t have in your existing list, and he/she would define your new list of ‘your type’.
Let love be a choice.