Nostalgia (Jem - Flying High)

The past seems to be as good as brand new.

You can't know, oh no
You can't know
How much I think about you, no
It's making my head spin
Looking at you
And you are looking at me
And we both know what we want
Hmmm, so close to giving in

Feel so nice
Oh yeah you feel so nice
Wish I could spend the night
But I can't pay the price
Oh no, no

But I'm flying so high
High off the ground
When you're around
And I can feel your high
Rocking me inside
It's too much to hide

I know, oh yes
I know that we can't
Be together
But, I just like to dream
It's so strange
The way our paths have crossed
How we were brought together
Hmmm, it's written in the stars it seems
Feel so nice
Oh yeah you feel so nice
I'd love to spend the night
But I can't pay the price
Oh no, no

And I'm flying so high
High off the ground
When you're around
And I can feel your high
Touching me inside
And it's too much to hide

Back to earth
Where did you take me to
I know there's no such thing
As painless love
Well it'll catch us up
And we can never win
But ohhh
I feel so alive
Ohhh
Just wanna hold you
Hold you so tight

And I'm flying so high
High off the ground
When you're around
And I can feel your high
Touching me inside
And it's too much to hide
And I'm flying so high
High off the ground
When you're around

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Sweetness, just like in the movies

The sweetest things in life are free.

I have been dying to give a spiel of the sugarly, ant-infested, most remembered moments one could ever imagine crossing into. That each tick of the clock seems to hasten simulateneoulsy with the beating of your heart.. just like in the movies.

I love Adam Sandler. He is just too endearing and charming that even if he isn't that much good-looking (yeah, he's just cute.. but he is appealing!), he really could make a woman be swept off her feet. And how would a guy can really sweep off her feet? He just have to do the sweetest things. Really? Yeah. Certainly, they just have to. I do not have much expertise on these, or experience, or license to publish these, but here are just a few I may be making up. Or could've picked somewhere, from someone, at sometime. Just like in the movies..

1. even if they say flowers are impractical, they're sweet. they'll love it. they feel beautiful holding a bouquet or even a one-stemmed flower.
2. touch is the closest and the most subtle way towards intimacy. an embrace to congratulate. a hug to comfort. squeezing her hands to make her feel secure that you'll be with her, in her worst times. a tap in the head.
3. gentle men are understandbly rare and acceptable that being that is not an innate. however if they open doors, or give up a seat, or walk on the right side when crossing streets, are totally a plus.
4. a man who picks and drives her home by the doorstep is an effort. even if he drives 5 minutes or an hour. it is well-appreciated.
5. a snail mail. that despite the advancement of technology, going back to the basics is always better.
6. a call in the wee hours of the morning. i dare say it is something sweet because guys don't really like too much talking. the effort of listening is even far wayyyyy worth commending. i believe, in recent statistics, that men really have a short attention span.
7. remember dates. 'nuff said:P
8. singing. even if his vocal chords doesn't permit it. hehehe. that's why Adam Sandler is just too endearing:)
9. a surprise! they just love surprises. and girls are too damn good smelling a cooking surprise. hahaha. so for them to be surprised is a hard-earned work.
10. and more importantly, it all boils down to effort. an "A" for effort.

i say that they are sweet. it may or may not mean more than anything. but hey, girls just twitch with a little smile on their face:) with or without meaning more than anything. just like in the movies.

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To be or not to be

I am a masochist. But I am not a masochist for nothing.

I am a slave for work. My body has been complaining for a heavy baggage curving my back. But my head is suffering from a frequent migraine (I stand corrected for my last post. It wasn't occasional) due to lame afternoons spent playing a couch potato. I have been overworking my brain. For 24 hours, it has been doing its job. And that doesn't plainly mean a physiological or neurological norm. "Work" has been penetrating even in my dreams. However, in due lightness of this neurological activity, I get answers and solutions amazingly over my subconsciousness. Then I am able to provide answers. I feel smart. I feel accomplished. I feel fulfilled. I feel I have done so much, that "so much" today means so little tomorrow. That the bar just rises the more I accomplish. Which is good for my career and my morale. AND which is bad for my health and my social life.

I am a slave to love. And that explains why I am this long unattached. I worship the ideal. But I am the master of the real. My brain has been battling with my heart over a period of time, and to date, I have not actually declared which won and which actually raised the white flag. As of the moment, I am arguing with reasons even if, in fact, there is no, none, not a single reason to explain the ineffable joy of being "in love".

Am I really that pyschotic to subject myself into so much pain? That things could have come that easy and simple if I could've been not a masochist? Or would I have been a saddist instead?! A genuine masochist would know. There's just too much in pain that glory can be so much embraced.

Revel in the sweetness of masochism.

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