Relient K- There Was No Thief
For a time I thought there was a thief among us
I thought I'd track him down, but prior to my pursuit
The smoke it cleared, and to my disbelief
There was no thief 'cause it was me that lost you
There was no thief 'cause it was me that lost you
I guess it's safe to say you're never coming back
And I understand why you wouldn't want to
I guess it's up to me to find a way to get to you
And there's just one last thing that I have to say
As we reflect on the mess of all of this I've made
It was cowardice that made me push you away
I was so afraid 'cause you were so much better than me
I can't see you
Getting used to
Living in the midst of your perfection
But I'm so lost
How can you trust
Somewhere the sun is always shining
And there's just one last thing that I have to say
As we reflect on the mess of all of this I've made
It was cowardice that made me push you away
I was so afraid 'cause you were so much better than me
I guess it's safe to say you're never coming back
--
Because sometimes it's your fault that things happen.
"There was no thief 'cause it was me that lost you" - RK
Peter.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
The Key.
The other day I sat in my psychology class and I'd come to realise that none of my psych mates were there. Well there were people but not the people who usually sit with me. So out of sheer I decide to write this story, but first before I'd like to bring up another small story that happened to me recently.
NOTE: This will probably be a long one.
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So it was Thursday and I had just completed my third period. I then had my lunch and jumped on the bus for the excursion. Everything was all good and dandy as I learnt a little more about Universities, selection and all things boring. But as I left I realised something was missing. My wallet. So I retrace my steps but still could not find it so I concluded that it might be in my locker back at school. When I arrive at school I quickly walk down the hill, into the building and rush to my locker. But it's not there.
For the following days after I informed everyone about the deep and sad loss of my precious wallet, except for one person. The person who gave me the wallet. Though there was money, all my identification, my license and internet cafe membership cards in there, all I was worrying about was how to approach this person to tell them of the missing wallet. My irrational thoughts concluded that they would hate me forever once I had informed this person about it.
Eventually I drew the courage to tell this person and in the end this person didn't hate me and rather this person was more concerned with what was in the wallet as anyone else would. After this it made me realise two important things. One that a friendship isn't based on materialism and two that there are more important things to an item or person than their outside because what they hold inside is what really matters. Interesting really because it relays that the old saying that there is more to a book than its cover. Profound eh?
So anyway I was about to give up on the wallet and was about to cancle all my cards (actually I didn't because I was lazy haha) but then I received a phone call from a security guard that had picked it up. And that was the end of that dilemma. Oh I must also mention it was coincidentally right before this person was going to buy me a new one. How good is that?
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So thats the first little story and here is the main event.
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A present from his father excites the boy as he eagerly claims his prize. A key, one that had been passed down through their family history. It seemed insignificant to the young boy. He looked at the key from all different angles trying to find something of interest within the in-animant object, but all he saw was an old key with a little rust within the dented crevasses of the key. "Don't lose it" the father tells his son and with a quick reply the boy smiles and says "I won't". His father knew that he would lose it just as he had.
Years later the boy turns twelve years of age and is given another gift. A small wooden box. Though he had close to no interest with it he smiles and says "thank you". The father then tells the boy "There is a key to opening this box, but you must press on the heart to open it. Only when I am gone are you allowed to open it". The boy smiles again and says "Ok".
Time is not often a good friend of the elderly, as too realise that the reality of death is so close only makes life pass by so much faster. And that time had finally come for the father. The boy was boy was struck with an immediate sadness. Memories of his fathers love comforted him, but his mind only reminded him of the reality that his father was gone forever.
Among all the sadness the boy remembers the wooden box his father had given to him as a child. He picks it up and observes it from all angles and notices a small golden heart. He then realises that he had also received a key, but he cannot find it. He is immediately angered at his carelessness and grips the box with all intentions of destroying it. As his does this he puts his thumb over the heart and squeezes as hard as he can. *click* The box is open.
Shocked by what had happened he immediately remembered what his father had told him as a boy. "So that is what you meant Dad, haha" he says. Comforted he opens the box and finds a letter and another key. On the letter he reads:
" Dear ____,
It looks like you finally realised how to open the box. Remember this that at times you may try to find they key to every situation but more often than not you would have lost the way to go further, and when it seems as though you have no more answers press on your heart. Enjoy life.
From Dad
Ps- Pass this key down and replace it with another so that this lesson will always be with us. "
So life moved on and the boy one day became a father and he told his girl "Don't lose the key". She smiled and said "Yessir!". But he knew she would lose it. Cute isn't it?
---
I only expect two or three people to read up to this point and if you have thank you. And yes you finally read my lame story Chi :)
"When you can't trust your logic, follow your heart" - Chi Trinh
Peter.
NOTE: This will probably be a long one.
---
So it was Thursday and I had just completed my third period. I then had my lunch and jumped on the bus for the excursion. Everything was all good and dandy as I learnt a little more about Universities, selection and all things boring. But as I left I realised something was missing. My wallet. So I retrace my steps but still could not find it so I concluded that it might be in my locker back at school. When I arrive at school I quickly walk down the hill, into the building and rush to my locker. But it's not there.
For the following days after I informed everyone about the deep and sad loss of my precious wallet, except for one person. The person who gave me the wallet. Though there was money, all my identification, my license and internet cafe membership cards in there, all I was worrying about was how to approach this person to tell them of the missing wallet. My irrational thoughts concluded that they would hate me forever once I had informed this person about it.
Eventually I drew the courage to tell this person and in the end this person didn't hate me and rather this person was more concerned with what was in the wallet as anyone else would. After this it made me realise two important things. One that a friendship isn't based on materialism and two that there are more important things to an item or person than their outside because what they hold inside is what really matters. Interesting really because it relays that the old saying that there is more to a book than its cover. Profound eh?
So anyway I was about to give up on the wallet and was about to cancle all my cards (actually I didn't because I was lazy haha) but then I received a phone call from a security guard that had picked it up. And that was the end of that dilemma. Oh I must also mention it was coincidentally right before this person was going to buy me a new one. How good is that?
---
So thats the first little story and here is the main event.
---
A present from his father excites the boy as he eagerly claims his prize. A key, one that had been passed down through their family history. It seemed insignificant to the young boy. He looked at the key from all different angles trying to find something of interest within the in-animant object, but all he saw was an old key with a little rust within the dented crevasses of the key. "Don't lose it" the father tells his son and with a quick reply the boy smiles and says "I won't". His father knew that he would lose it just as he had.
Years later the boy turns twelve years of age and is given another gift. A small wooden box. Though he had close to no interest with it he smiles and says "thank you". The father then tells the boy "There is a key to opening this box, but you must press on the heart to open it. Only when I am gone are you allowed to open it". The boy smiles again and says "Ok".
Time is not often a good friend of the elderly, as too realise that the reality of death is so close only makes life pass by so much faster. And that time had finally come for the father. The boy was boy was struck with an immediate sadness. Memories of his fathers love comforted him, but his mind only reminded him of the reality that his father was gone forever.
Among all the sadness the boy remembers the wooden box his father had given to him as a child. He picks it up and observes it from all angles and notices a small golden heart. He then realises that he had also received a key, but he cannot find it. He is immediately angered at his carelessness and grips the box with all intentions of destroying it. As his does this he puts his thumb over the heart and squeezes as hard as he can. *click* The box is open.
Shocked by what had happened he immediately remembered what his father had told him as a boy. "So that is what you meant Dad, haha" he says. Comforted he opens the box and finds a letter and another key. On the letter he reads:
" Dear ____,
It looks like you finally realised how to open the box. Remember this that at times you may try to find they key to every situation but more often than not you would have lost the way to go further, and when it seems as though you have no more answers press on your heart. Enjoy life.
From Dad
Ps- Pass this key down and replace it with another so that this lesson will always be with us. "
So life moved on and the boy one day became a father and he told his girl "Don't lose the key". She smiled and said "Yessir!". But he knew she would lose it. Cute isn't it?
---
I only expect two or three people to read up to this point and if you have thank you. And yes you finally read my lame story Chi :)
"When you can't trust your logic, follow your heart" - Chi Trinh
Peter.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Kick it with you.
It's ten past the eleventh hour of the day, only two hours left he thinks to himself. He glances across the room and observes finding the flashing lights of the router, the clock ticking its way and the clouds slowly passing over the horizon. After moments of day dreaming, he looks down and draws attention to the amazing technology all based within a simple pencil.
"Ah I am so bored, what to do?" he thinks to himself knowing that he is restricted to the very walls of the room until the supervisor announces that they could leave. He continues to look around drawing attention to every pointless detail within the confines of the room. Only an hour left until the dreaded boredom was over. But with knowing the time it often feels as though it goes slower, which is a pain.
So with the longest hour of his life he begins to ponder about thoughts which had been on his mind for a long while. Remembering the warm memories where by he was able to hitch a small smile for a second, but suddenly is saddened to why it ever came to this point.
Ten minutes left the boy finally realises that he had not even achieved anything within that practice paper. "Next time" he says to himself. The supervisor gives the final reminders to everyone and finally dismisses.
He thinks to himself as he leaves the class room, "Oh well yesterday was pretty good, but today never is, maybe tomorrow will be better". He thinks of her.
"I miss the old ____ " - Anonymous
Peter.
"Ah I am so bored, what to do?" he thinks to himself knowing that he is restricted to the very walls of the room until the supervisor announces that they could leave. He continues to look around drawing attention to every pointless detail within the confines of the room. Only an hour left until the dreaded boredom was over. But with knowing the time it often feels as though it goes slower, which is a pain.
So with the longest hour of his life he begins to ponder about thoughts which had been on his mind for a long while. Remembering the warm memories where by he was able to hitch a small smile for a second, but suddenly is saddened to why it ever came to this point.
Ten minutes left the boy finally realises that he had not even achieved anything within that practice paper. "Next time" he says to himself. The supervisor gives the final reminders to everyone and finally dismisses.
He thinks to himself as he leaves the class room, "Oh well yesterday was pretty good, but today never is, maybe tomorrow will be better". He thinks of her.
"I miss the old ____ " - Anonymous
Peter.
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