yesterday

He looked at her. And he looked at her again.
He can hardly believe his eyes, that he's able to see her again after such a long time.

He is happy. He is glad.

But little did he know that she's not the same person from years ago.
Yes, she looks the same; sunshine-like.
Yes, she speaks the same, with a heart-melting voice.
Yes, she smiles the same; that same enchanting smile.
But she's not the same. She's not the same person from years ago.

Now, people change, I hope for the better, but yes, people do change.
I know you miss her, the her of the past. Yes, I know you miss her.

But to continue to hold on to that grief and regret, she of the past is not the only thing you will miss.
By being bitter, you will miss out on her of the present.
And you will definitely not able to see her of the future.

Yes, the past memories were sweet.
Yes, the past days were lovely.
And they're gone. Yes, they're gone.

Should one let it go, let it pass?
Should one abandon the past to be able to savour the present, and the future?
Should one abandon yesterday to be able to see today, and tomorrow?

I don't know. I don't know these things.
I only know that she's changed, and she will always change, whether for better, or for worse.

Yes, I need to deal with today. I need to know how to deal with tomorrow.
But oh, how I really miss yesterday.

respecting disrespect

You said I should respect your religion.

Now, I'm pretty confused and amused by that demand. The thing is, how am I supposed to respect your religion if you yourself disrespect it?

Do you even know what your religion is basically about? Do you even know what you believe in?

Honestly, are you asking me to respect your religion, or are you asking me to respect your ignorance?
Honestly, are you asking me to respect your religion, or are you asking me to not put you in a situation where you might have to re-evaluate your system of belief?
Honestly, are you asking me to respect your religion, or are you asking me not to make you uncomfortable with the possibility that you are wrong?
Honestly, are you asking me to respect your religion, or are you asking me to allow you to continue to be lazy?

Seriously, do you even know what you believe in?

God willing

If God wills me to live, I will live...

No, rather, if God wills me to live, I will try my best to live.

and that's how love looks like

Yeah, tell your girl that you love her, while holding your cigarette with your left hand and puffing out smoke. Tell her that you love her when she gets lung cancer from your puffs.
Yeah, tell your sons and daughters that you love em, while holding your cigarette with your right hand and puffing out smoke. Tell em that you love em when they get lung cancer from your puffs.

Yeah, berate these idiots all you want.
Complain about them.
Look down on them.

Do it as if you're doing anything to make things right.
Do it as if you're actually going to them and telling them that they shouldn't smoke in front of the people they claim to love.

Nope, that's something you wouldn't do.
Nope, that's something you'd never do.

All you want is to talk about it, to make yourself feel better.
All you want is to complain about it, as if you've addressed the issue and you've fulfilled your moral responsibility.

And that's all that you are,
And that's how you love, you hypocrite.

too late

Am a little bit sad today.

I wanted to back-up my old hard-disk (that I haven't touched for about 2 years), only to find out that it's already faulty, mechanically...

Normally I wouldn't be upset, but this piece of hardware kept my 5 years of memories, during the days when I lived most of my days on the computer/internet (Well, actually, I still am). It's like I've lost lost something, some part of me. Sigh.

Anyway, found this while clearing my disk. Something written about 2 years ago (prolly because I watched this):

Not everyone get a second chance, to make things right again,
Not everybody get to let go, stepping back to fight another day,
Not all people get to say goodbye, to pour that final heart's content,
And when it's all done and gone...

*I know it was 3 years ago, but I think I understand (kinda) now how you felt when yours died. It's late, but please accept my condolences...