Sunday, October 11, 2009
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I think she’s really fragile – she seemed so strong – because she tells her self everyday “Be strong Jolene”... but deep inside, she’s not.
I’ve been with her for 6 years now.. ever since I was the baby when she held onto me tight saying “Chai chai.. that’s going to be your name..” She looked into me with those dreamy eyes of hers, that moment of time – She was so happy. I miss those sets of eyes.
I don’t know what love is.. I guess it’s really tough – looking at how she goes through her tears whenever she’s not happy and sometimes she laughs in her dreams. But she should realize that there are so many other people who loves her in different way – but it’s still love.
She knows that... cause I see her talking to herself sometimes, I’ll never forget this moment I had with her... just few days ago.... She came home looking all tired .. “Baby, you know I love you, I know you know I’m sad. It’s just so tough in this world... I’m glad I have you to hug when I come home.” She lied next to me the same position I was lying down looking at me and fell asleep...
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Love Artist
Couldn’t sleep. Closed eyes but mind just thinking of him. Think about the shoulder that was just comfortable. The perfect scent that keeps you safe. Almost felt the gentle kiss on your cheek. Open eyes. You’re still here. Alone.
I start thinking about the last relationship that I was happy with and enjoyed that feeling of love... it was when I was in the long-distance “pen-pal” relationship. That feeling – when you’re just shining even though you just had the worst day in the world. That certain feeling that warms you up at night knowing that you have someone who loves you and cares for you. SIGH. It’s just so funny.
I watched the movie – Ugly Truth today. Brilliant movie I think. Lust – blue balls last you for 3 hours? Love – hurts you for 3 years. People laughed at that thought. It’s true though. It’s tough to draw that line between ‘lust relationship’ and ‘love relationship’. Which makes you happy deep inside?
I realize I’m in this mode where I get all mushy and lovey to a guy that does not exist. Symptoms includes when you’re making excuses for the guy’s absence in your life. You painted this romantic scenery where he in fact brought you to a dumpster. You cherish his 5 minutes call even though it was you that SMS him in the first place. You paint this love story that you began. You’re so engross about making it the perfect love story that you’re hidden between the lines of your own love story.
I realize that I was also happy when I was in the relationship with Mr. J – he was not physically here, but I painted that PERFECT boyfriend image in my head. Not saying he’s not good. But I want to point out that I was in fact happy painting that picture. Weird.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Self Realization Trip
This was along this river flow, thousands of paintings on the side with interesting writings. If I had the chance, I would write "Jolene is the best!"









