Love in Reel Life

As I tossed and turned to yet another insomniac night
my mind filled with images of Coffee Prince #13

I was suddenly enlightened with an alternative expression

of the so-called mystery of love.

To Chan and Gyul, love is o' so sweet
not in exaggerated straining of liver and intestines
but in simplicity of Chan's hug with the assuring words
when he confided his remorse from ignorant wilfulness.

A sop queen constantly in self-denial
unlike my fellow kopi princess in unabashed forthrightness
my tear ducts stimulated as I replayed the scene
the essence of love which I realised but yet verified its existence.

It's the show of vulnerability that one exposes to the other
of which pride has no meaning.
The promise to say all unspoken, no matter how silly it seems
living in the moment, treasuring each belongedth minute
I truly understood the times it wasn't meant to be.

He was conceited - we were on unequal footing
how he loved to put me down
i should have realised
if he would never surrender his weakness
one-sided insecurity would always render me naught

He was befuddled - though he put me on the pedestal
how I resisted to roll my eyes
I eventually realised
one-sided sympathy won't add chemistry
mutual dependence makes fonder thy heart

How close to real life will this love be,
when the someone has found me at last?

The best button job...

was the one I did for T. One of the buttons on his shirt came off and it was the rare occasion I saw the usually confident and self-assured him flustered. I jokingly offered to help him for five bucks and got a snarl instead. I can still remember the light-yellow shirt smelled strongly of detergent as I held it. Never have I put in so much heart and effort in a sewing job (sorry mom!). I myself was in awe of the deftness and neatness of the endeavour as I admired the button that was back snuggly where it belonged. That was the power of (de)illusion of sewing for your loved one...no expectation of return just the plain contentment of giving...

A song for me...

I am being delusional here...somehow this seems to be a song written just for me. Maybe I am just colour-blind...LOL

Yellow - Coldplay
Look at the stars;
look how they shine for you
And everything you do
Yeah, they were all yellow

I came along;
I wrote a song for you
And all the things you do
And it was called yellow

So then I took my turn
Oh what a thing to have done
And it was all yellow

Your skin,
oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
D'you know?
You know I love you so
You know I love you so

I swam across;
I jumped across for you
Oh what a thing to do
'Cos you were all yellow

I drew a line;
I drew a line for you
Oh what a thing to do
And it was all yellow

And your skin,
oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
D'you know?
For you I bleed myself dry
For you I bleed myself dry

It's true
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for…

Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine

Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you
And all the things that you do

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qI8I6qcxWyU#

the note that almost made me cry...

I read this four months late
(the super blur me :p)
this little treasure within
my precious homesick remedy
Sure I would have felt the same
had I discovered it
right in the midst of cold London
the tears would have warmed
and dried the gloomy weather
Hope I have made you proud.