Do you remember
When we fell in love
We were young
And innocent then
Do you remember
How it all began
It just seemed like heaven
So why did it end?

Do you remember
Back in the fall
We'd be together
All day long
Do you remember
Us holding hands
In each other’s eyes
We'd stare(tell me)

Do you remember the time
When we fell in love
Do you remember the time
When we first met
Do you remember the time
When we fell in love
Do you remember the time

Do you remember
How we used to talk (ya know)
We'd stay on the phone
At night till dawn
Do you remember
All the things we said like
I love you so
I'll never let you go

Do you remember
Back in the spring
Every morning birds would sing
Do you remember
Those special times
They'll just go on and on
In the back of my mind

Do you remember the time
When we fell in love
Do you remember the time
When we first met girl
Do you remember the time
When we fell in love
Do you remember the time

Those sweet memories
Will always be dear to me
And girl no matter what was said
I will never forget what we had
Now babey

Do you remember the time
When we fell in love
Do you remember the time
When we first met
Do you remember the time
When we fell in love
Do you remember the time


Remember the times
On the phone you and me
Remember the times
Till dawn, two or three

What about us girl
Remember the times
Do you, do you
Remember the times

In the park, on the beach
Remember the times

Remember the times
What about, what about...
Remember the time in the park
Remember the times
After dark

Remember the times
Do you?

Just when everyday feels like years passing by,
Just when pain strikes you where it hurts the most,
Just when everything which you hold dear came crashing down,
Just when emptiness fills the void in your eyes,
Just when your heart wrenches,

You take another breath and relive it all over again

Within one day's time,
The moon descends and climbs.

At dusk it towers,
The shoreline it devours.
At dawn it lowers,
As the callousness slowers.

In those long dark nights,
Will the wrong doings be slight?
Does the dark side actually seem,
As guiltless as its mask tries to deem?

No, not after the sunset eve,
As everyone near, has taken their leave.

Waves' natural murky roar,
Sends numerous starfishes up ashore.
One sweep of its aqua sleeve,
Starfishes depart from their homes which have deceived.



Now up along the sandy shore,
As sunlight starts to pour.
When the new day begins,
Light of just will shine on its sins,
What has the short era done,
Now that the beach has starfishes of tons?

Yes, a deathly sin it is,
All the lives that are dismissed.
It was precisely in the afternoon,
Shown, the effects of the long forbidden moon





All this doing, all from greed,
A touch of nature's mislead.

Her power attempts to attain a grasp,
Only to receive a strangled gasp.
All those corpses that line the sand,
How would one's eyes not expand?

It may be true that one doesn't forget a childhood skill for riding a bike, but that doesn't mean we all are ready for the road.

Life isn't that easy, but it is that simple

Some people believe that without history, our lives amount to nothing. At some point we all have to choose: do we fall back on what we know, or do we step forward to something new? It's hard not to be haunted by our past. Our history is what shapes us... what guides us. Our history resurfaces time after time after time. So we have to remember sometimes the most important history is the history we’re making today.

I love you. It's not a weight you must carry around.
I love you. It's not a box that holds you in.
I love you. It's not a standard you have to bear.
I love you. It's not a sacrifice I make.
I love you. It's not a pedestal you are frozen upon.
I love you. It's not an expectation of perfection.
I love you. It's not my life's whole purpose (or your's).
I love you. It's not to make you change.
I love you. It's not even to make you love me.
I love you. It's as pure and simple as that.

Cause you're all I want
You're all I need
You're everything
Everything

Never generalise life based on a single event, life has always been unpredictable.

I will update soon... As soon as I can put down my thoughts into words

Life is full of vanishing acts. If something that we didn't know we had disappears, do we miss it?

I once said that life is a series of snapshots, millions and millions of instamatic portraits of a given time and space. Life can also be said to be like a 'series of rooms', and who we get stuck with in those rooms, add on to our life.

Pursuit Of Happyness

Ignore the spelling error, it was intentional.

Happiness, can anyone define it? Some say we attain true happiness by achieving our dreams. We once dream of a perfect life. Loving family, financially stable, dream job, great kids and a loving spouse. They say by living our dreams, we have indeed attain true happiness. True to a certain extent. No doubt that by living our dreams, we have lead a fulfilling life. Is that what life is all about? Live life to the fullest people say, then again how full is actually full?.

Others say that happiness can never be measured. Happiness reflects our self-being. What people see might not always be true. We hide our true self by putting a facade, well most tried to anyways. To them, happiness is not about dreams. Instead, its about what they really want most in this world. In time, what they want becomes something much more. They no longer want, they need.

No one believes that their life will turn out just kind of okay. We all think we are going to be great. And from the day we became adults, we are filled with expectation. Great expectations of who we will be, where we will go.

We all think we're going to be great and we feel a little bit robbed when our expectations aren't met. But sometimes our expectations sell us short. Sometimes the expected simply pales in comparison to the unexpected. You got to wonder why we cling to our expectations, because the expected is just what keeps us steady. Standing. Still. The expected's just the beginning, the unexpected is what changes our lives.

As friends, as human beings, we all try to do the best we can. But the world is full of unexpected twists and turns. And just when you've gotten the lay of the land, the ground underneath you shifts and knocks you off your feet. If you're lucky, you'll end up with nothing more than a flesh wound, something a band-aid will cover. But, some wounds are deeper than they first appear and require more than just a quick fix. With some wounds, you have to rip off the band-aid, let them breathe, and give them time to heal.

It's easy to suggest a quick solution, when you don't know much about the problem or you don't understand the underlying cause or just how deep the wound is. The first step toward a real cure is to know exactly what the disease is to begin with. But that's not what people want to hear. We're supposed to forget the past that led us here, ignore the future complications that might arise and go for the quick fix.

There are days that make the sacrifices seem worthwhile. And then there are the days where everything feels like a sacrifice. And then there are the sacrifices that you can't even figure out why you're making.

Life's a game. They say a person either has what it takes to play or they don't. Being great at it, doesn't mean you don't get screwed 'cause u still do, just not that easily.

A good soccer game can have us all on the edge of our seats. Games are all about the glory, pain and the play by play. And then there are the more solitary games. The games we play all by ourselves. The social games, the mind games. We use them to pass the time to make life more interesting, to distract us from what's really going on. There are those of us who love to play games, any games. And there are those of us who love to play a little too much.

So go ahead... argue with the ref, change the rules, cheat a little, take a break and tend to your wounds. But play. Play. Play hard, play fast... play loose and free. Play as if there's no tomorrow. Okay, so it's not whether you win or lose, it's how you play the game... right?

One way or another our karma will leave us to face ourselves. We can look our karma in the eye or we can wait for it to sneak up on us from behind. One way or another, our karma will always find us. And the truth is, we have more chances than most to set the balance in our favor. No matter how hard we try we can't escape our karma. It follows us home. I guess we can't really complain about our karma. It's not unfair. It's not unexpected. It just evens the score. And even when we're about to do something we know will tempt karma to bite us in the ass, well it goes without saying. We do it anyway.

Superstition lies in the space between what we can control and what we can't. Find a penny, pick it up, and all day long you'll have good luck. No one wants to pass up a chance for good luck. But does saying it thirty three times really help? Is anyone really listening? And if no ones listening, why do we bother doing those strange things. We rely on superstitions because we're smart enough to know we don't have all the answers. And that life works in mysterious ways. Don't diss the juju, from wherever it comes.

Many people don't know that the human eye has a blind spot in its field of vision. There is a part of the world that we are literally blind to. The problem is, sometimes our blind spots shield us from things that really shouldn't be ignored. Sometimes our blind spots keep our lives bright and shiny.