Joshua Phan Don't ever leave the one you love for the one you like, because the one you like will leave you for the one they love.

31Mar/09

Just Perfect

Priscilla Ahn - Dream
I was a little girl alone in my little world who dreamed of a little home for me.
I played pretend between the trees, and fed my houseguests bark and leaves, and laughed in my pretty bed of green.

I had a dream
That I could fly from the highest swing.
I had a dream.

Long walks in the dark through woods grown behind the park, I asked God who I'm supposed to be.
The stars smiled down on me, God answered in silent reverie. I said a prayer and fell asleep.

I had a dream
That I could fly from the highest tree.
I had a dream.

Now I'm old and feeling grey. I don't know what's left to say about this life I'm willing to leave.
I lived it full and I lived it well, there's many tales I've lived to tell. I'm ready now, I'm ready now, I'm ready now to fly from the highest wing.

I had a dream

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29Mar/09

Stay With Me

Stay with me
You couldn't leave me here
Wait for me
I don't wanna say goodbye
I wonder what it would be
If you were leaving me
O...oh...oh...oh
To me
You're so sweet
Give me
Your loving
you are the only one
You're the air that makes me breathe
In the air so I can breathe
Try to come and feel me
Hold me and touch me
My love
Stay with me
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29Mar/09

5 days?

Just a few more days till I turn 21.
Happy Birthday to me
Lets see if you'll wish me on your blog.
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28Mar/09

Am I sitting high enough?

An eagle was sitting on a tree resting, doing nothing.

A small rabbit saw the eagle and asked him, "Can I also sit like you and
do nothing?"
"Sure, why not," replied the eagle. So, the rabbit sat on the ground
below the eagle and rested. All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on
the rabbit, and ate it.

Moral : 

TO BE SITTING AND DOING NOTHING, YOU MUST BE SITTING VERY, VERY HIGH UP.

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26Mar/09

Migraine


When you have a migraine, nothing’s quite real. There’s no such thing as solid - as reliable. You step forward, heading for the door. Lights flash. You reach out, searching for stability. Your head pounds – some hellish hammer beating a cruel tattoo. Lights clear. The doorway’s not where it was. It never is. Recklessly letting go of the cupboard, you walk. Still half blind, you make it through the doorway. 

When plagued by a migraine, memory’s your saviour. People talk about God; about their saviour. Your saviour is memory. You may be dazed, dizzied, and half-blind - but you have your memory. You know as you stumble down the hallway, desperate for pain relief, that it’s 13 steps. There’s a bookshelf on the left - 5 steps from my bedroom. A doorway 3 steps after that – on the right. And so you stumble, from support to hazy support, towards the medicine cupboard. Lights flash. Lights clear. You lurch onwards. 

When a migraine clears, the ordeal’s not over. You’re free of the lights; the dizzied consciousness and confused balance. Free of the haze though? I think not! You’re tired of light, and you can’t think. You go to sleep for eleven hours straight - quite a feat for an insomniac. You wake up, and it’s over. The whole damn thing’s over. But you’re not happy, because you know another one’s coming. If not now, then soon. In a week – a month if you’re lucky. You dread it. You fear it. You wait.

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17Mar/09

Happy Birthday

Happy Happy Birthday

Wish you all the best.
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16Mar/09

Teddies don’t hug back

As I lay in bed at night, the tempting presence of sweet dreams hovering just out of my reach, I cannot help but think of you.
I have become so used to this nightly routine of insomnia and fantasy- well, maybe it is wishing- that I can effortlessly conjure a perfect image of your face behind my closed eyelids. I can feel your hands at my hips, your fingers tracing along my spine, your lips pressed against mine. I can feel your arms around me, pulling me closer until I could just melt away and become a part of you.
Then some noise- the creak of a stair, the slam of a door, maybe the washer changing cycles- brings me back to reality, cuddling a teddy bear in my cold, dark bedroom.
“Teddies don’t hug back, but sometimes they’re all you’ve got.”
So I guess my stuffed friend will just have to keep me company until I am back in your arms.


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15Mar/09

oro

Something happened.

Bad.

Sad.

No mood to blog.

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1Mar/09

My Name

Found this in my old blog.

Let me share a story that a friend once told me ... "I walked on the streets of Kowloon during winter every night. Met up with rascals in front of Hang Seng Bank @ Golden France. I was always wearing my Adidas Boxing Winter Collection. Those shoes were as high as boots....And me and my drugs could walk along each other, tucking 'round my long socks.
People who needed e or e that needed people will find each other through me. No matter how big nor how many signs of NO DRUGS or KETAMINE KILLS U!!! However those signs seem to have a meaning of the other way round. The more u see it, the more u want it.
On the streets of Causeway Bay, was my home. We had arcades to take care of and to worship.
I did all the worst things in the world.. Have tattoos all over my body.... I worshiped the demons before.. and now that I've found the truth. And the truth has set me free... Jesus Christ is my personal saviour. Jesus is music too..."

Go into all the world and preach the gospel to every creature (divers). He who believes and is baptized will be saved; but he who does not believe will be condemned. And these signs will follow those who believe : In My name they will cast out demons ; they will speak with new tongues ; they will take up serpents ; and if they drink anything deadly, it will by no means hurt them ; they will lay hands on the sick, and they will recover.
MARK 16 : 15 - 20

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