My Way..: April 2007

Happy Birthday..

Happy birthday..

I guess today is not only your birthday, also a day where I'll stop all my nonsense. I finally know what I miss in Melbourne, its the life with you there. I'm the one who let all these slipped away from me. Though sometimes I regretted for making that decision but I know life has to go on.

With or without you in my life now, I think it doesn't matter anymore because you don't seem to care. I 'm saying this because I feel the need to. Thanks for everything you've given me, taught me and the laughter and tears we've shared. It was the best time in my life knowing you.

As for my Melbourne story, I will still work on it. One day I will hope to return. For now, a new chapter of my life is to be unfold..

Stop haunting me

I sometimes wonder what the fuck is wrong with me and this Melbourne & Tracy issue. I'm home for almost a year and 2 months and I still fucking miss that place. So anyone tell me what the fuck is wrong with me. You see, every single day I woke up I saw the Melbourne postcard on my noticeboard. I saw Australia flag on my desk. Almost everything in my room reminded me of the place except the furniture.

I kept saying I wanted to go back. But..
Will I get a job? I don't know..
Will I be lonely? I don't know..
Will I get my PR? I don't know..
Will I survive? I don't know..
Will it be the same? I don't fucking know..

Do I miss the weather?
Do I miss the people?
Do I miss the life there?
Do I miss someone?
Or do I miss the life with someone?

Maybe.

Its just me

I started to not like this blog which I love it at the beginning. With Chris Daughtry's - Home keep looping in my iTunes, I'm getting more emo. Every time I hear this song playing back when someone got voted out in American Idol, I felt their sadness.. haha.. as if I was one of them. That explained why I'm emo when I heard this song.

If only blogs will grow algae, mine will be next. And who said you can blog from anywhere? At least not me. I started this blog in Melbourne, and except that place, I dont feel like blogging anywhere else.

Sigh.. its just me.

I'm staring out into the night,
Trying to hide the pain.
I'm going to the place where love
And feeling good don't ever cost a thing.
And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain.

Well I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old,
So I'm going home..

Well I'm going home.

The miles are getting longer, it seems,
The closer I get to you.
I've not always been the best man or friend for you.
But your love, it makes true.
And I don't know why.
You always seem to give me another try.

So I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old,
So I'm going home.