the perfectly blended concoction

Dear God...

2009-09-01T19:21:00.003+08:00

Dear God,

It's me, the girl who often doubts your teachings

and ignores your words. The girl who only asks

when she wants and when she desperately needs.

But despite my flaws, despite my arrogance,

You have always forgiven me, and listen to me

when I call.

I don't doubt your work, in fact I've seen the miracles

you have performed on my family and friends.

I do believe in You in a way I don't believe in anything else.

You brought Christopher back to life

You healed him so he can stand again.

You cured my grandmother of two cancers

and You gave meaning to their life in their old age.

Sometimes I only ignore your teachings because

of the continuos praises they sing of you.

And I will admit it's true.

Dear God,

Today I call on you again.

My family and I will be calling on you, and asking you for

one more favour:

You have been by my grandma's side for a long time now.

And now that the doctors may have discovered

something new, something possibly bad,

Please be by her side.

Keep her calm, keep her healthy

Please hold up the faith in her that she has for you.

She is scared, so am I, so are we

But we don't want to worry over what may not be.

I am praying that it's just some extra tissue

that can be removed, and nothing else more serious.

But let her nor my grandpa worry about this situation.

Instead pour happiness and hope and faith

into their hearts.

Let them look forward to the brighter and warmer

days to come.

For this and more and for everything

you have blessed me with,

I give thanks to You.

The place to be

2009-05-14T20:35:00.005+08:00

Old school music piping through aged charming buildings

with rustic interior decorations matched with classic pieces

Ageless streets stashing away secret treasures

hosting flashbacks of unforgettable memories

Dark hideaways preserving bittersweet romances

Childhood memorabilia, teenage stash-aways

Outgrown clothing, dateless artifacts, expired tickets

Untold secrets, covered up lies

Sweet stickyness melting into one

wishful wishes

2009-03-22T21:30:00.005+08:00

chocolate frosted clouds pouring down

gold champagne and kissable rain drops

drinkable sunsets over a sea of diamonds

huggable wind blowing maple leaves soft

against pillow fillings into

the cyan shimmering sky

hearable laughter infinite smiles

immortal feelings of pleasure

small skips of joy embraceable warmth

holding hands with comfortable security

colourful feelings with a dash of

hopes coming true adding life to

black and white ambitions

happy fragrances embedded into

expandable souls

Unchained Melodies

2009-01-12T20:11:00.004+08:00

Just can't get it right today

What's the point of getting it right any day

Might as well give up and cry

Instead of brusing from the fight

It's been years since it's been gone

Nearly a year since something worked

I guess I'm going to give up

But steady hands will take the wheel

Steering in the right direction, never fail

One must be prepared to be there

And not try to come back

Unless the road may lead

me back to you

What will give to get what's fair

Is it what you really need

Do you even know what's that

Do you see what I see

Maybe if you didn't care

you would realize that your world

is crashing down,

If you just realized...

That this may pass you by

like the other opportunities that

we never realized we missed out on

The search is on for someone

for something that will make us crazy

While the only thing that's on our mind

is exactly what we've got

If you just realize

that what you want

is not what you need

Somewhat bored and needing to exercise my brain, I have gained inspiration from 4 songs- Just Can't Seem to Get it Right, Sunday Morning, Stop and Stare, Realize and Make Love in this Club, to create a (literally speaking) Unchained Melody

Permanant Days

2008-12-30T21:57:00.003+08:00

Jingle bells; Fairy lights; Midnight kisses

Champagne bubbles; Indulgence; Teddy bears

Permanent Mondays; Sweet spritz; Fire works

Yellow light; Morning breezes; Tinkles

Familiar warmth; Unbroken promises; Saving graces

Coffee beans; Shimmering powder; Pillows

Resolutions; Mended hearts; Candle light

a beautiful mess

2008-12-28T00:08:00.003+08:00

It kind of hurts when I think of it

though its past memories buried

or is it really done?

The crying doesn't help ease the pain

it adds to the loneliness of the hour

and the insecurity of the situation

There's a pile of mess and

it doesn't make sense, should I try to

clean it up or leave it

A part of me fell lose the day

we parted and I got on a plane

but there was no turning back

and no hope for what come may

Something so good could be so bad

Something so sweet could be so bitter

Something so real could be such a joke

It's a complicated mess of

insolvable equations of love and

emotions and theories on life

I know I would give to be in a

tight embrace, with the warmth

of security and a hope for tomorrow

pollination

2008-10-28T21:47:00.003+08:00

there's no such thing as too much chocolate

as opposed to what you said about it.

there's no such thing as too much knowledge

although there might be regrets of knowing too much.

when does a teaching turn into a lecture

when does a praise turn into an insult

when does a question turn into an assumption

when does a conversation turn into an argument

when does a promise turn into a joke

when does a mass of confusion turn clear

when does love turn into war

Wish List

2008-10-23T19:53:00.004+08:00

I wish you could have been there

for the sun&rain&the long hard hills.

For the sound of a thousand conversations

scattered along the road.

For the people laughing&crying&remembering

at the end.

But mainly, I wish you could have been there

-x- Story People -x-

It's hardest to love the ordinary things,

but you have plenty of opportunities to practice.

cross perceptions

2008-10-05T22:30:00.005+08:00

I raised you to be a success

and now I'm the frailing one

You show me love through materials

instead of a warm embrace and words

You talk about me in another language

thinking I don't understand

You say you want a bullet through your head

if you turn out to be like me in your nines

Don't be too soon to speak.

You tell me what to do

where to work, what to eat

Its too much when you tell me what to wear

You tell me to gain independence

but you've been the shelter over my life

You've been the best and worst in me

You've brought out the beautiful

and ugly in me

I can only obey in fear of being wrong

Words as I know it

2008-10-04T23:30:00.010+08:00

luck- being given without asking

success- respect without envy

respect- needed before being liked

envy- greed without desire to work to achieve it

beauty- loving the imperfections

love- is the ultimatum of happiness

happiness- comfortable with who you are & what you have

coincidence- a pleasant form of fate

fate- a meeting of opportunity

opportunity- overlooked significant moments

life- a messy combination that encompasses all

Dance With Your Years

2008-10-01T17:30:00.000+08:00

Recently thinking about what it was like to be young again without knowledge of fear and stress for burdens, I came across this photo on my mum's Mac. Melbourne, 1987.

When did I lose the right

to say "I am",

Proclaim "I live",

declare "I love"?

Why did I lose the right

to think of joy,

desire life

and wish for tomorrow?

Who snatched my right

to say "I hope and

want another fate"...

Sergio Ubaldi