Showing posts with label unrequited. Show all posts
Showing posts with label unrequited. Show all posts
Monday, October 12, 2009
Phantom Pain
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
Friday, October 02, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Self-Explanatory
Tuesday, September 08, 2009
Life imitates Song
At exactly a year ago, i stumbled on this song and loved it instantly...ironically it seems fate thinks it would be better to let me go through the same scenario in the song...
Posté devant la fenêtre
Je guette
Les âmes esseulées
A la faveur de l'automne
Posté devant la fenêtre
Je regrette
De n'y avoir songé
Maintenant que tu m'abandonnes
A la faveur de l'automne
Revient cette douce mélancolie
Un, deux, trois, quatre
Un peu comme on fredonne
De vieilles mélodies
Rivé devant le téléphone
J'attends
Que tu daignes m'appeler
Que tu te décides enfin
Toi, tes allures de garçonne
Rompiez un peu la monotonie
De mes journée de mes nuits
A la faveur de l'automne
Revient cette douce mélancolie
Un, deux, trois, quatre
Un peu comme on fredonne
De vieilles mélodies
Refrain:
A la faveur de l'automne
Tu redonnes
A ma mélancolie
Ses couleurs de super-scopitone
A la faveur de l'automne
Comment ai-je pu seulement
Être aussi bête ?
On m'avait prévenu
Voici la vérité nue
Manquerait
Plus que le mauvais temps
S'y mette,
Une goutte de pluie et
J'aurais vraiment tout perdu
Posted in the window
I watch
The lonely souls
Taking advantage of the fall
Posted in the window
I regret
There have dreamed of
Now that you abandon me
Taking advantage of the fall
Returns the sweet melancholy
One, two, three, four
Just as we hum
Old melodies
Glued to the phone
Waiting
Whether you deign to call me
Whether you decide finally
You, your boyish
Break the monotony a little
In my day my night
Taking advantage of the fall
Returns the sweet melancholy
One, two, three, four
Just as we hum
Old melodies
Chorus:
Taking advantage of the fall
You give
To my sadness
Its color super-scopitone
Taking advantage of the fall
How could I just
Being as stupid?
I had been warned
Here's the naked truth
Fail
More than the weather
Put it,
A drop of rain
I really lost everything
Friday, September 04, 2009
The Difference
Location: Tesco Grocery Till
Aoisoba's Groceries:
1KG pasta
3Cn Chopped tOmatoes
1L Olive oil
250G Olives
1Pk ToiletPaper
1 Loaf of Bread
1L Milk
1Kg Carrots
1Pk red seedless grapes
1KG bananas
1PC grapefruit
4Cn Tuna in Sunflower oil
500G Mature Cheddar
Man Behind Aoisoba's Groceries:
2PC Chocolate Muffin
2PC BIG box of Durex Proforma Condoms
Thursday, September 03, 2009
Therapy by Bitching
 | Murmurs Mumblings - My Thoughts conversation with myself, rants, and more mumblings Therapy by Bitching |
well, i do believe bitching is a form of therapy as well, so indulge me:
1. just because i am moody, it doesn't mean that you are not annoying
2. if you want this to be done, get off my back
3. i heard that crap from you, nth times
4. stop pulling ranks
5. i am on my last nerve and you're standing on it
6. there's no way to rephrase this...you're just plain greedy, greedy, greedy
7. i don't forget kindness nor rudeness... i will never forgive you
8. there will be a day that you will fall flat on your face
9. you think everyone is inferior to you, that's how damn big your ego is
10.no matter what you do, you're still ugly and rotten down to the core
11.you deceive everyone, including yourself
12.people can see through your sweet natured act, so stop your delusion
13.you think that the world revolves around you, why does it always have to be about you?
14.if i were to flush someone out of the gene pool, it would be you.Your stupidity is beryond repair
15.you keep saying life is wonderful when you in fact you have no qualm on trampling other people's feelings.and you
expect them to be positive?
16.i can compare you with a faberge egg.
17.you're not a bitch.You're just a slut
18.You're a person who leeches and drains people's energy
19.An insensitive person has no right to be sensitive
20.It's sad that at your age, you still think like a selfish brat.stop obsessing about me.
Bonus:
Go forth and multiply.
Wednesday, September 02, 2009
Is it over?
| Murmurs Mumblings - My Thoughts conversation with myself, rants, and more mumblings Is it over? |
No, am still pretty much in the dark side....
Friday, August 28, 2009
Why it is needed to break it off
| Murmurs Mumblings - My Thoughts conversation with myself, rants, and more mumblings Why it is needed to break it off |
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Forgotten
| Murmurs Mumblings - My Thoughts conversation with myself, rants, and more mumblings Forgotten |
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Left out
| Murmurs Mumblings - My Thoughts conversation with myself, rants, and more mumblings Left out |
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
End of Summer
| Murmurs Mumblings - My Thoughts conversation with myself, rants, and more mumblings End of Summer |
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Sound Of Heart Breaking - Karen Kunawicz
| Murmurs Mumblings - My Thoughts conversation with myself, rants, and more mumblings Sound Of Heart Breaking - Karen Kunawicz |
I remember my friend chili a posting this a few years ago as she was going through a tough time. It's now my turn to repost this and hopefully to pick myself soon as well
Sound Of Heart Breaking - Karen Kunawicz
What is the sound of a heart breaking?
It is the sound of someone curled up in a tiny ball crying softly in the night, the sound of the first unwanted teardrop touching your skin, it's the sound of a telephone that doesn't ring, the sound of regret pounding inside your brain with every heartbeat, it's the whispers of the toy animals he gave you.
It's the shuffling of feet walking away from you, the sound of your soul shattering into a million pieces at recognizing the word "goodbye," it’s the soundtrack of memories torturing you, it's the sound of feeble hands trying to push back the obstinate hands of time, it's the sound of a cherub's dying breath, the sound of all those years disappearing in the vortex of Cupid's kitchen sink, it's the unrelenting plaintive baby meows of an abandoned kitten outside an ignoring door.
It's the sound of the rain that doesn't ever stop, the sound of all the doors shutting and closing in your face at the same time, of raging, howling storms in the night when there's no one there to hold you, the sound of your voice as it screams back at you, the echo of "I love yous" burning holes in you, the sound your heart makes as it tells you to lie still because nothing you will ever do will matter without love.
The sound of the waves of the polluted beach you went to as it moves from the shore and crashes inside your mind, of the sniffles that make up your pathetic "SOS-to-the-world," the cracking of the brittle black-red petals from the sidewalk vendor roses he gave, the sound of the music he used to make going to your gut.
The sound of things in your room being thrown around and landing on the floor, the caress of kitchen knives on skin, the sound your throat makes as you swallow your saltiest tear.
It's the sound of your own voice calling out to someone who isn't there, of dying birds getting splattered on a city pavement, of terms of endearment used a hundred times a day struggling to crawl into a vacuum of forgetfulness, it's the sound of your own sobs keeping you company, it's the cold, uncaring stillness of the air you share your space with.
Destruction isn't always as noisy as bombs exploding. Sometimes the ultimate catastrophes are as quiet as a feather falling on the floor of a Zen monastery. No one else can really hear your heart breaking except you
Monday, August 17, 2009
| Murmurs Mumblings - My Thoughts conversation with myself, rants, and more mumblings Closing Cycles - Paulo Coelho |
after what happened today i decided to repost this entry to be a constant reminder to myself
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Closing Cycles - Paulo Coelho
I did not write the following, but I could have. Somehow, it is easier to read it when someone else experiences a loss. I do recommend for everyone to read it though, as nobody knows when such a comforting passage will be in need.
One always has to know when a stage comes to an end. If we insist on staying longer than the necessary time, we lose the happiness and the meaning of the other stages we have to go through. Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters – whatever name we give it, what matters is to leave in the past the moments of life that have finished.
Did you lose your job? Has a loving relationship come to an end? Did you leave your parents’ house? Gone to live abroad? Has a long-lasting friendship ended all of a sudden? You can spend a long time wondering why this has happened. You can tell yourself you won’t take another step until you find out why certain things that were so important and so solid in your life have turned into dust, just like that. But such an attitude will be awfully stressing for everyone involved: your parents, your husband or wife, your friends, your children, your sister, everyone will be finishing chapters, turning over new leaves, getting on with life, and they will all feel bad seeing you at a standstill.
None of us can be in the present and the past at the same time, not even when we try to understand the things that happen to us. What has passed will not return: we cannot for ever be children, late adolescents, sons that feel guilt or rancor towards our parents, lovers who day and night relive an affair with someone who has gone away and has not the least intention of coming back. Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away.
That is why it is so important (however painful it may be!) to destroy souvenirs, move, give lots of things away to orphanages, sell or donate the books you have at home. Everything in this visible world is a manifestation of the invisible world, of what is going on in our hearts – and getting rid of certain memories also means making some room for other memories to take their place. Let things go. Release them. Detach yourself from them. Nobody plays this life with marked cards, so sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Do not expect anything in return, do not expect your efforts to be appreciated, your genius to be discovered, your love to be understood. Stop turning on your emotional television to watch the same program over and over again, the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss: that is only poisoning you, nothing else.
Nothing is more dangerous than not accepting love relationships that are broken off, work that is promised but there is no starting date, decisions that are always put off waiting for the “ideal moment.” Before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished: tell yourself that what has passed will never come back. Remember that there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person – nothing is irreplaceable, a habit is not a need. This may sound so obvious, it may even be difficult, but it is very important.
Closing cycles. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because that no longer fits your life.
Shut the door, change the record, clean the house, shake off the dust.
Stop being who you were, and change into who you are.
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