"Jacqueline Koh
Plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting around for somebody to give you flowers"
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Monday, November 29, 2010 || 3:22 AM


Reblogging from jacq choo's blog :


Someone out there loves you.
Someone out there will love you.
Someone out there is waiting to be loved by you.

Discuss.
From a junior's blog (Cheryl's)

If you already have someone you love and someone who loves you, now, does it matter who will love you or who is waiting to be loved by you out there or in the future?

It's just all unappreciated and un-reciprocated love. Unless it's your own children, of course.

By the way I've always disliked the lyrics of a particular Taylor Swift song (You belong with me)

But she wears short skirts, I wear T-shirts
She's Cheer Captain and I'm on the bleachers
Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find
That what you're looking for has been here the whole time

If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along, so why can't you see?
You, you belong with me, you belong with me

Standing by and waiting at your back door
All this time how could you not know?
Baby, you belong with me, you belong with me

Person singing this really has an inflated ego!!! Oh baby why cant you seeeee, you're not sexy enough, not accomplished enough(people cheer capt lehhh you stupid bleachers) and probably don't understand Guy enough. Song is just for soothing egos of losers(those who lust for another's boyfriend) everywhere.

When a relationship breaks up, all the acquaintances see is how flawed the other half is. If I'm the friend of the girl, I'll probably comfort her and say it's alright he doesn't deserve you because he's flawed - {lists out flaws}. But my friend is imperfect too, and HIS friends are probably criticizing her the same way I am him.

I do honestly think that there must be certain characteristics that one person like about the other, and that's how they get together. It can be as simple as, she looks vulnerable, i want to protect her. She's pretty, I want to be with her. He's kind and unassuming, I want to be with him. He makes me happy (through flirty smses LOL), so we should get together.

Then comes the deeper understanding where vulnerable becomes whiny, pretty becomes shallow, vain, kind and unassuming becomes weak willed, flirty-happy becomes, well, flirty-jealousy. You find out one day that his/her traits that made you want to fall in love with her are not longer good enough to sustain the relationship. Then comes the breakup.

So sad isn't it! If only people realise what they want before they plunge right in.

But still, our tender age IS supposed to be all fun and flirty and endless stream of meaningless relationships, only that I don't think it's THAT fun if you see people crying left and right. If you didnt care, you wouldnt be crying.


xx

p.s/ The first and only thing i want to do when i see Jacq Choo's bf is to salute him because before she met him i thought it was quite impossible for her to find someone who will be able to meet up to her expectations (im not implying that she has rocket sky high expectations and will only date someone smart, handsome, caring bla bla bla blablabla) but she is definately difficult to handle. And very very intellectual.

Sooo anyway, today....
Today i literally stared at the pouring rain at some un-stated void deck for about 90 mins, thinking, thinking, thinking and reflecting about whatever im doing in life, whatever happened, whatever i feel i should be doing, whatever i shouldnt. Rain always give a sad yet calming effect on human beings. I was in a wonderful state of peace within myself yet strangely sad (you understand?) while my brain was hooking on strange bits of memories everywhere.
I should do this more often.