Dream, dream.

Do you have a dream?
...
Did you ever have a dream?
...

As far as I remember, I have dreams. No, better put, I HAD dreams.

I just realized that I'm lost.
It's not me that's operating my body anymore. My soul? Where has it gone to? I haven't had a clue.
It's been a while since my soul stayed intact with my body, synchronizing my efforts.

Yes, it's been a while.

Is it because I've achieved one of my greatest dreams? That my soul saw no reason to stay put with my body, that it had decided to wander outside, looking for its new mate.
Is it because the harsh ambient pressure that crushed my dreams so hard that they're now gone? What they left me with is just an empty opened jar.
Or is this part of the growing process where you've gotta abandon all your dreams before you step onto the so-called adult stage? The reality welcome your body, not your soul that carries the lollipops in the jar.

Dream, dream. I'd rather give up my youth to look for you, instead of bowing to the Mr. Reality who wants to sell away my body in London.
Dream, dream. We both promised to save the world together, to infiltrate the system, to f*ck around with the authorities. But how can I do these without you?
Dream, dream. I still have faith in you, even though I have got no idea what faith is. I just know that if you're around, my life will be sunnier, no matter how harsh it is.
Dream, dream. Your leaving is contagious. When you're gone, you had my student chosen the course she is not interested in. When you're gone, my friend's future is bleak as lust came over to him and broke his virginity.
Dream, dream. I don't want to be sucked into this black hole of cruelty.

Where are you when I need you to throw me a rescue?

I once remember you told me not to be a dream chaser, but a dream catcher, like Ash not Team Rocket. I promise one day, I'll catch you with all the Pokemons I have in hand, before we can fight together again. Period.


Love,
Gotta-catch-em-all-again. =)

Random Awesome

It was 11'C,
Sunshine greeted the day
Down to Portobello Market I went,
Bought a plant and two shirts without a convincing reason.
That was something random,
That has turned to something awesome.

It was 12'C,
Of banana butterscotch crepes
And freshly-milked hot milk,
Wonderfully healthy breakfast that was.
That was something random,
That has turned to something awesome.

It was 13'C,
With laughter and teases,
I told her how I used to like her
Long time ago.
That was something random,
That has turned to something awesome.

It was 14'C,
Only hoodies and Hawaiian shorts
And clip-on sunglasses,
Walked through that awfully crowded Hyde Park.
That was something random,
That has turned to something awesome.

It was 15'C,
Filled up and sent the application form
For the volunteering programme
Under the turtle conservation project.
That was something random,
That has turned to something awesome.

It was 16'C,
Solved dozens of Math questions,
Derived Cramer's rule,
Discovered the good use of Matrices
To solve Pauli's spin in quantum mechanics.
That was something random,
That has turned to something awesome.

When awesomeness are random,
When randomness are awesome,
You know that spring is already here.



P/S: Some of my friends have been complaining that my blog is a little bit too emotional. Well, I just can't help it. There are times you need to spit out all your unhappiness, there are times you need to tell somebody about your pain without telling them verbally, there are times you need to try and make yourself happy by eliminating all negative feelings. =)

Mannequin (Not Kate Perry's version, but it sings on the point of view of mannequin himself)

How do I get closer to you?
Whenever you walked pass me,
Your hotness had
My vision gone blurry.

I can't bear the hot flushes
Whenever you complaint my face
Was all fake blushes
I just knew that I've got crushes
With you and your brushes

'cause I'm not a man,
But I'm just a mannequin,
I wish that I could tell you
That my love is real
But my mouth got sealed.

What is this feeling of me?
Am I not me anymore?

I dreamt about you all night
Is my emotion still alright?
But I've got nothing to hide
'cause I'm always ready for you to ride

I wish I could grab
You and runaway
Away from your pestering manager
Away from your pity wages

'cause I'm not a man,
But I'm just a mannequin,
I wish that I could tell you
That my love is real
But my mouth got sealed.

I know that I've got only expire warranty
And a mountain of broken limbs
With me has no guarantee
You can only have breakfast with tea.

I don't want to be just a toy
God, can you make me a real real boy
To protect the gorgeous I truly love

I keep praying until the day she dies
And I still ain't a man.