The first time I heard 'Make You Feel My Love' was the cover version by Kelly Clarkson in 2008 I think, it's only recently 13th June 2011, where I decided to listen to Adele's version, and my, did it send chills to my bones. I like the way she sings it, how she pines for another that will have feelings for her as well.
Well it's not like I can choose and have control over whomever I fall in love with. Things go out of hand, people fall in love with bad boys, instead of me; the good boy. The goody two-shoes who abide by the rules, or in informal malay, skema. Which also meant I used to hold on very strongly to morals, and heroic values, and was naive to think that everything is based on merit, which meant that I was sure someone would like me right? And how wrong I was. How devastated I was upon discovering that the world was twisted that true "Law & Order" did not exist. 'Bad boys', especially those who bear a gangsta demeanor or are the class clowns seem to be more attractive to members of the opposite sex, which befuddled me a huge deal. It made me realise that no one would be attracted to a nerd, a geek. Or a person, who ALWAYS sticks to moral high ground, and follows the rules all the time. I guess I tried to be 'cooler'. Whether it was successful or not remains a shrouded mystery.
Then there are those who wish to cut all ties and connections from you it seems, and choose to disappear from your life even when they consciously know that you harbour feelings for them.
On a completely unrelated note:
Lady Gaga's Judas is a song about forgiving your betrayer and yet falling in love with bad boys oer and over again. Nuff said, nay sayers who claim this song as 'blasphemous'. PUH-LEASE! I wouldn't mind listening to your opinion on the song/video, especially reasons why you dislike it.
Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Monday, 13 June 2011
Wednesday, 1 June 2011
Marry The Night
Haven't been blogging as regularly as I should. the following will be random rants. Hmmm, well, here it goes... (not like anyone cares)
It's not like I want to give up on love, but it seems money (or lack there of) is becoming an obstacle when I go dating. How much do I need to spend to go for a single date. About RM15 goes to movie tickets, RM 20 goes to lunch and what not mistc. costs (transport) amounts to RM50 a date average. It's not tat I'm stingy, just at the he present moment and time, I do not own the capacity to spend so much per date. Does finding my true love have to be so pricey?
Which brings up an idea: BUDGET DATING! :P what if we had webcam dates? At least with that, then you won't have to be so pissed if the date went wrong and you save the cash used for dating!
Another thing is the time and emotions you pour into a date which may bloom to a relationship sometimes. Sometimes, the time and effort you invest just won't pay off, so why bother? If you don't give a sh*t, why da fark should I? If you are going to send only ONE text per day, you might as well not. IF mutual affection DOES exist, then you would reply me constantly, updating me about your day, or at least telling me new things about you I never knew before.
bukannya ape, it would be really nice if I find someone who doesn't mind declaring me as their 'man'
Or shall I just marry the night?
For the moonlit night will not betray me,
For all that is evil and creeps in the dark will be my wife,
And lustering stars will be the proof of my marriage,
As well as iridescent children
In the dark of the night, I ask myself, "must I write?"
It's not like I want to give up on love, but it seems money (or lack there of) is becoming an obstacle when I go dating. How much do I need to spend to go for a single date. About RM15 goes to movie tickets, RM 20 goes to lunch and what not mistc. costs (transport) amounts to RM50 a date average. It's not tat I'm stingy, just at the he present moment and time, I do not own the capacity to spend so much per date. Does finding my true love have to be so pricey?
Which brings up an idea: BUDGET DATING! :P what if we had webcam dates? At least with that, then you won't have to be so pissed if the date went wrong and you save the cash used for dating!
Another thing is the time and emotions you pour into a date which may bloom to a relationship sometimes. Sometimes, the time and effort you invest just won't pay off, so why bother? If you don't give a sh*t, why da fark should I? If you are going to send only ONE text per day, you might as well not. IF mutual affection DOES exist, then you would reply me constantly, updating me about your day, or at least telling me new things about you I never knew before.
bukannya ape, it would be really nice if I find someone who doesn't mind declaring me as their 'man'
Or shall I just marry the night?
For the moonlit night will not betray me,
For all that is evil and creeps in the dark will be my wife,
And lustering stars will be the proof of my marriage,
As well as iridescent children
In the dark of the night, I ask myself, "must I write?"
Monday, 7 June 2010
The Final and Last Straw//Dream
Yes, I do indeed realise it's less than 24-hours since my last post, but, what the heck =P
Last Straw
I've had it up to my neck, and had the last straw for many things, including my housemate (who shares the same bathroom) who
i) Doesn't give a flying fuck regarding the condition of the bathroom (he can still bathe with all that grime and filth, leaving me in charge to clean it, seeing whe doesn't give two sh*ts about cleanliness)
ii) More often than not, he forgets to unlock the door for my side, causing a LOT of trouble for me, by either asking him open the door or forced to use the bathroom downstairs because he is not around.
iii) This motherf*cker takes no liberty whatsoever to do whatever he has to do in the morning quietly, EVERY GOD DAMN F*CKING MORNING, he'll gargle and spit out sputum in the most grotesque way that I can't remain asleep after hearing it.
WHERE ARE YOUR GOD DAMN MANNERS!? I'm so eager to wait for him to leave or I end my studies here in PJ, (considering this room I got, is for a rather decent rate. I have address matter num. ii) to him, and lately the number of times i have to swear for having the door unexpectedly locked has reduced significantly (but still happens nonetheless)
This MOFO doesn't have my personal contacts of any form, so I can be quite assured he wo'nt read this rantings. It's rather amazing how some people can live with filth their whole life.
Last Item
Yesterday, I purchased the Final Fantasy Monster Vol.1 series in Mid Valley, and purchasing the display one, because they were out of stock. And for the price I'm paying, they had better have all the parts intact, or I'd be charged for sodomizing them.
And earlier in the morning I ran out of all-ever-so-handy CIF(JIF), a brand of toilet cleaner, and the sundry shop had one last one on display, and I was forced to take that or the over-priced one in 7- ll. Then, I used it to clean the grime that the MOFO refuses to clean.
Short End of the Stick
Waking up this morning was rather different.
It's as though as I'm beginning to understand more and more that the relationship I crave for ain't gonna happen, at least not with this person. And hence that also inevitably led me to feel less desperate, and perhaps now, I'll wait for a text this time instead, just to see if I'm more than just a friend/fling. Simply enough, if you think of me, you'll text, if you don't, then I don't receive your text.
Sounds like I',m getting the short end of the stick, when it comes to being delegated with someone who Cupid arranges. Once again, maybe Destiny's Play wants me to walk alone a little longer, not that it's sad being single and all, but at least, I get my much valued private time to myself without compromising for the time spent with another.
The Final - A Lucid Dream
It was very weird, the dream last night. Basically it was about myself touching the heart of a mother, because I dated her child, which supposedly no one else wants to date. The child was fine appearance wise, but seems there is a catch to it, for example, a spoiled attitude and whatnot. So I was chatting with the mother who was a very bubbly woman, stocky but seemed to be walking on sunshine for as long as she lived. We came about to talk about politics, strangely. But at the same time, when talking with her, for reasons unknown I felt malice growing in her heart, from her body language, they way she looked at me. Also, and the moment I felt malicious intent, I grinded my teeth, and like many of the dreams I had, the grinding of my teeth were so real, that I could feel my teeth falling off due to excessive grinding. And the dream ends.
What I could analyze from the dream, was the discussion of politics, similar to the one I had with you the other night. At the same time, I tend to have mild lucid dreaming capabilities which I keep in memory, in addition to recurring dreams and dreams which feel so real..
Hmmm, perhaps, I could submit a dream journal as part of my future blog posts? =P
Last Straw
I've had it up to my neck, and had the last straw for many things, including my housemate (who shares the same bathroom) who
i) Doesn't give a flying fuck regarding the condition of the bathroom (he can still bathe with all that grime and filth, leaving me in charge to clean it, seeing whe doesn't give two sh*ts about cleanliness)
ii) More often than not, he forgets to unlock the door for my side, causing a LOT of trouble for me, by either asking him open the door or forced to use the bathroom downstairs because he is not around.
iii) This motherf*cker takes no liberty whatsoever to do whatever he has to do in the morning quietly, EVERY GOD DAMN F*CKING MORNING, he'll gargle and spit out sputum in the most grotesque way that I can't remain asleep after hearing it.
WHERE ARE YOUR GOD DAMN MANNERS!? I'm so eager to wait for him to leave or I end my studies here in PJ, (considering this room I got, is for a rather decent rate. I have address matter num. ii) to him, and lately the number of times i have to swear for having the door unexpectedly locked has reduced significantly (but still happens nonetheless)
This MOFO doesn't have my personal contacts of any form, so I can be quite assured he wo'nt read this rantings. It's rather amazing how some people can live with filth their whole life.
Last Item
Yesterday, I purchased the Final Fantasy Monster Vol.1 series in Mid Valley, and purchasing the display one, because they were out of stock. And for the price I'm paying, they had better have all the parts intact, or I'd be charged for sodomizing them.
And earlier in the morning I ran out of all-ever-so-handy CIF(JIF), a brand of toilet cleaner, and the sundry shop had one last one on display, and I was forced to take that or the over-priced one in 7- ll. Then, I used it to clean the grime that the MOFO refuses to clean.
Short End of the Stick
Waking up this morning was rather different.
It's as though as I'm beginning to understand more and more that the relationship I crave for ain't gonna happen, at least not with this person. And hence that also inevitably led me to feel less desperate, and perhaps now, I'll wait for a text this time instead, just to see if I'm more than just a friend/fling. Simply enough, if you think of me, you'll text, if you don't, then I don't receive your text.
Sounds like I',m getting the short end of the stick, when it comes to being delegated with someone who Cupid arranges. Once again, maybe Destiny's Play wants me to walk alone a little longer, not that it's sad being single and all, but at least, I get my much valued private time to myself without compromising for the time spent with another.
The Final - A Lucid Dream
It was very weird, the dream last night. Basically it was about myself touching the heart of a mother, because I dated her child, which supposedly no one else wants to date. The child was fine appearance wise, but seems there is a catch to it, for example, a spoiled attitude and whatnot. So I was chatting with the mother who was a very bubbly woman, stocky but seemed to be walking on sunshine for as long as she lived. We came about to talk about politics, strangely. But at the same time, when talking with her, for reasons unknown I felt malice growing in her heart, from her body language, they way she looked at me. Also, and the moment I felt malicious intent, I grinded my teeth, and like many of the dreams I had, the grinding of my teeth were so real, that I could feel my teeth falling off due to excessive grinding. And the dream ends.
What I could analyze from the dream, was the discussion of politics, similar to the one I had with you the other night. At the same time, I tend to have mild lucid dreaming capabilities which I keep in memory, in addition to recurring dreams and dreams which feel so real..
Hmmm, perhaps, I could submit a dream journal as part of my future blog posts? =P
Sunday, 6 June 2010
Promise I'll be Kind
And yes, I have returned from my "hiatus", if you may call it, not that I was dry of inspiration to write or anything, it's just that I felt more personal stuff should be kept to my self, and my alternate psyche, my diary, which may be known as The Diary.
On to the post,
"Promise I'll be kind" - Paparazzi by Lady Gaga
I've been a pretty nice guy (if I must say), but now after giving deep thought about it, is it worth being nice to EVERYONE? To an extent, even, to be perceived as soft and/or soft-spoken, just because, I feel that I'm polite, especially to people whom I've just only met.
Kindness is the basis of Buddhism, or so they say. Can there be too much kindness and compassion spreading and reaching out to people you may know, or not know?
Do you deserve the kindness which I treat you with? Or somehow rather, you prefer rough guys with the bad boy image who act no less of the image as well? I cannot be what I'm not, and 'role-playing' an evil character just to nail a date I want would be akin to lying because that's not the real me. Then I would have to come to another consensus with myself that perhaps by being the nice guy, and treating people well ain't gonna get you a date/laid. It's always been the case around us, hasn't it? Or perhaps the people I've met want a macho guy with muscular pecs, a bad-ass scar tattoo who'd treat them like their bitch in bed? I don't know. You tell me.
You say you do not want to be alone anymore, telling me things like you don't want to die a lonely death, and emo-ing about how you may die alone.
That doesn't have to happen. We may have only just met, but if you allow, I can be the one who walks by your side as you stride in the 'journey' we call 'life'. To an extent, I don't hold a degree in psychology, but I can tell how uncomfortable you may feel when I express my feelings in public especially as well as feeling uneasy about the certain interests I take.
It's fine, we've only just met. Perhaps I'm really rushing it. Or perhaps, like how a reaction of vinegar and baking soda bubbles before it subsides and dies - the chemistry we had was short lived. Or perhaps, you need someone kinder, or even, someone less kind.
Maybe, like Rihanna you want a rude boy or a Chris Brown in your life.
Yours truly,
Heartwrecked Wilson
On to the post,
"Promise I'll be kind" - Paparazzi by Lady Gaga
I've been a pretty nice guy (if I must say), but now after giving deep thought about it, is it worth being nice to EVERYONE? To an extent, even, to be perceived as soft and/or soft-spoken, just because, I feel that I'm polite, especially to people whom I've just only met.
Kindness is the basis of Buddhism, or so they say. Can there be too much kindness and compassion spreading and reaching out to people you may know, or not know?
Do you deserve the kindness which I treat you with? Or somehow rather, you prefer rough guys with the bad boy image who act no less of the image as well? I cannot be what I'm not, and 'role-playing' an evil character just to nail a date I want would be akin to lying because that's not the real me. Then I would have to come to another consensus with myself that perhaps by being the nice guy, and treating people well ain't gonna get you a date/laid. It's always been the case around us, hasn't it? Or perhaps the people I've met want a macho guy with muscular pecs, a bad-ass scar tattoo who'd treat them like their bitch in bed? I don't know. You tell me.
You say you do not want to be alone anymore, telling me things like you don't want to die a lonely death, and emo-ing about how you may die alone.
That doesn't have to happen. We may have only just met, but if you allow, I can be the one who walks by your side as you stride in the 'journey' we call 'life'. To an extent, I don't hold a degree in psychology, but I can tell how uncomfortable you may feel when I express my feelings in public especially as well as feeling uneasy about the certain interests I take.
It's fine, we've only just met. Perhaps I'm really rushing it. Or perhaps, like how a reaction of vinegar and baking soda bubbles before it subsides and dies - the chemistry we had was short lived. Or perhaps, you need someone kinder, or even, someone less kind.
Maybe, like Rihanna you want a rude boy or a Chris Brown in your life.
Yours truly,
Heartwrecked Wilson
Thursday, 17 December 2009
Piece of my Mind - Face of an Angel
"I have come to terms that the only reason why 'movie magic' is a term coined so, is 'cause it is magic that happens only in the movies." - Myself
"I have come to consensus with myself that perhaps there is no such thing as 'True Love' in this world. Platonic love exist perhaps, but not the fabled 'True Love'" - Myself
An interesting poem I'd love to share with all, from From the book Magic: Dissension (3rd Ravnica Cycle) :
Don't say I have a face of an angel,
'Cause it's such an easy thing to do.
I would never want the face of an angel,
Nt after seein' what an angel goes through.
"I have come to consensus with myself that perhaps there is no such thing as 'True Love' in this world. Platonic love exist perhaps, but not the fabled 'True Love'" - Myself
An interesting poem I'd love to share with all, from From the book Magic: Dissension (3rd Ravnica Cycle) :
Don't say I have a face of an angel,
'Cause it's such an easy thing to do.
I would never want the face of an angel,
Nt after seein' what an angel goes through.
-Face of an Angel, by Shonya Bale, the Balladrix of tin Street
Friday, 2 October 2009
Life's A Cupcake
Life's a cupcake. Heh, so random XD Enjoyed this piece of Heaven on Wednesday, 30th September, one of the most kick@$$ muffins i have EVER had! Slightly crunchy on the outside and REALLY fluffy in the inside~ With generous amount of chocolate chips to boot! (God bless the people walking aorund KDU College to sell this XD)~I'm Bluffin' with my muffin ~(A line from Lady Gaga's Pokerface)
Anyway, can I say that I've given up on A Thing Called Love? (A Thing Called Love is a song in Dance Dance Revolution Supernova 2 by the way, random info heh) It's due to circumstances which I find difficult to explain. But feelings for you will still be strong for now and I'm trying my very best to erase my memories of you. The more I think, the more needles I can literally feel in my Heart.
Don't get me wrong, i don't regret you being a part of my life. In fact, you were the best thing in my life. Losing you and not having your Heart belonging to me pains me.
I do sound like a love-sick moron, but that is just how Wilson Wong Fu Sheng is.He does remarkable things in the name of love, just ask him =)
Well, things just didn't work out. We're probably just not meant to be, for now.
I'm more worried about keeping my scholarship from being taken away. Which means maintaining good grades. Which means discipline to study EVERYDAY (which I lack by the wayX)).
Perhaps when things are more settled and you've found your heart, the feelings that you want to feel, then perhaps you can approach me or not if you wish. As the person who can really touch your heart and have that much patience might please you more than I can ever do. If that's the case, forgetting me might be best solution.
Just some philosophy:
I, Wilson Wong Fu Sheng can almost always get what I want (owing to the fact I want simple things), but what I get, doesn't "get" me.
Maybe life really is a cupcake? Maybe I should stop searching/looking for cupcakes and let the cupcakes come to me instead.
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