You know how they say that when a door closes a new one opens? I’ve heard it several times and I thought I always believed in it but right now I am not so sure. Possitivity has not always been my strongest point and most often than not it gets rattled by events so sudden balancing things over takes a whole lot of strength imaginable.
When people leave you have no choice but to accept and believe that they are going on to a much better place and holding them back for your own personal reasons would be totally selfish and unforgivable. But what if letting them go means losing a part of you?
In work as much as in life people come and go … I was told that all one can do is be thankful that at some point in your life they have come and painted your life with memories. They may choose to stay or leave but should they leave all you could do is accept and hope that someday somehow your paths will cross again.
Change is inevitable, all things happen for a reason whether we understand it or not. All one can do is make the best of what they’ve been presented and pray for brighter days.
For the love of everything pink and emo.
Chie passed on this tag to me via my shoutbox and I sure appreciate it sis. So here’s the rule:
Start Copy ” A good Snapshot stops a moment from running away.” 
When you photograph people in colour you photograph their clothes. But when you photograph people in B&W, you photograph their souls! ~Ted Grant
End of Copy
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So this pic was taken by my good friend Eds of Soloflighted.com during the Boat Sailing Trip with my previous team. Daddy Joe was my team lead back then when I was still in the Commercial LOB. This photo reminds me of how we were about to drown because of bad weather, wrong sense of judgment and with bad fortune on our side.
Several friends who have seen this photo remarked that its basically the person I have become ever since mom went ill and well after she died. Dark, gloomy, unhappy and whatever else you could think of.
I may look happy on the outside what with my travels and what not. But deep inside am still coping with the loss and I still can’t quite accept that she is indeed gone. Let’s just say I travel to get away from it all and I’d repeat the process over and over until I come to terms with what I’ve lost. When that would be, I don’t know. Money certainly can’t buy you happiness.
Now am passing this on to whoever wants to take part. Feel free to grab it.
Ran across this image online and I saved it then and there to my notebook. Its so cute and so emo … just love it.
Superstitions aren’t meant for lovers
Under covers, undiscovered is your skin
I am lonely, please let me in
You’re probably wondering what I was proving
Are you choosing?
Am I losing you tonight?
Is it over, over?
Are we fading?
I never wanted anything the way that I want you
But my words don’t seem to matter
My words don’t seem to matter
And you look at me and I can see
The lies you’re running to
But my words don’t seem to matter
I’d rather have you tested and true
Now you’ve had your chance
So lets try my way, it’s my day
To show you what you’re missing, turn around
And feel the winds of change upon your face again
The warm breath of your closest friend
I’m waiting, I’m waiting
Are we fading?
I never wanted anything the way that I want you
But my words don’t seem to matter
My words don’t seem to matter
And you look at me and I can see
The lies you’re running to
But my words don’t seem to matter
I’d rather have you tested and true
I’m scared we’ll fall apart tonight
Under the moonlight
Under the moonlight
I’m scared we’ll never make it right
Under the moonlight
Under the moonlight
Take my hand and hold it tight
Hold it tight
I never wanted anything the way that I want you
But my words don’t seem to matter
My words don’t seem to matter
And you look at me and I can see
The lies you’re running to
But my words don’t seem to matter
I’d rather have you tested and true
Isn’t that sweet? … I will never let you go … damn!!! One of those lines everybody would wanna hear. December of 2007 has been my darkest and downest, I’ve had a couple of friends tag me as emo from the mood, to the songs I listen to, to the attitude. Even those posts I’ve written during those months when am hurting the most we’re so haunted it made me wonder how I survived.
Amazing how as a musical genre it has flourished and has gained numerous followers, online there are various images/graphics depicting what emo is all about. Online communities/forums are now available for those emo lovers out there. I was even invited by a friend, I met online to join them in an Emo Chat site where emo lovers from all over the world gather and talk … till who knows when.
And being the emo – me that I am … of coourse I signed up 
