Josh Kelley - Two Cups Of Coffee.

Another year older, another million lessons to learn.

Here's to a couple million more.

19. Finally.

Next stop, Singapore. (:

Get ready Sentosa, because we're coming at 'cha.

11:11 - The wishing hour.

I saw "The Princess and The Frog" today. Knowing me, I was drawn to the beautiful hand-drawn scenery, the larger than life characters and the intriguing plot, no matter how cliche it may be.

One important "character" in the movie was the evening star. You would make a wish on her as she shone brightly in the dark, midnight blue sky and somehow... she'd answer your call and all of your dreams would come true.

What if.... I could wish on a star? What would I wish for? Oh, the possibilities are endless. Limitless and never-ending.

I need not physical things. I am lucky enough to have a roof over my head, clothes on my back and food in my belly. Lucky enough to have certain types of luxuries that other people may not be able to afford, like gourmet meals for instance. Or even this computer that I'm typing on at this very moment.

Material goods are not what I'm searching for.

I yearn for so much more than that.

The question now is: Do wishes ever come true for those who wish hard enough or do enough for themselves to finally deserve that wish? Will the deserving ever get their happily ever after? Or are we all doomed to waste away our lives searching for something we may never have?

30 Seconds To Mars - This Is War/100 Suns.

A warning to people, good and evil
This is war
To the Soldier, The Civilian, The Martyr, The Victim
This is war

It's the moment of truth and the moment to lie
It's the moment to live and the moment to die
The moment to fight, the moment to fight, to fight, to fight, to fight

To the right, to the left
we will fight to the death
To the Edge of the Earth,
It's a brave new world from the last to the first
To the right, to the left
we will fight to the death
To the Edge of the Earth,
It's a brave new world, it's a brave new world

A warning to the Prophet, the Liar, the Honest

This is war

To the Leader, the Pariah, the Victim, the Messiah

This is war

It's the moment of truth and the moment to lie

It's the moment to live and the moment to die

The moment to fight, the moment to fight, to fight, to fight, to fight

To the right, to the left

we will fight to the death

To the Edge of the Earth,

It's a brave new world from the last to the first

To the right, to the left,

We will fight to the death

To the Edge of the Earth

It's a brave new world, it's a brave new world, it's a brave new world

I do believe in the light, raise your hands up to the sky

The fight is done, the war is won, lift your hands towards the sun

towards the sun,

(It's the moment of truth and the moment to lie

it's the moment to live and the moment to die, the moment to fight)

the war is won ( to fight, to fight, to fight, to fight )

To the right, to the left

we will fight to the death

To the Edge of the Earth,

It's a brave new world from the last to the first

To the right, to the left,

We will fight to the death

To the Edge of the Earth

It's a brave new world, it's a brave new world, it's a brave new world

A brave new world

The war is won,

the war is won

A brave new world...

I believe in nothing, not the end and not the start

I believe in nothing, not the earth and not the stars

I believe in nothing, not the day and not the dark

I believe in nothing, but the beating of our hearts (woah ohs)

I believe in nothing, 100 suns until we part

I believe in nothing, not in satan not in god

I believe in nothing, not in peace and not in war

I believe in nothing, but the truth of who we are

Jang Ri In featuring Xiah Junsu - Timeless.

Note: This is a work of fiction and has zero to do with my personal life. Just saying. Interpret as you will, comment and let me know your thoughts. (:

Empty.

You’re roaming the halls of an art gallery. Marveling at the exquisite pieces scattered all over the rooms, packed into little corners with plaques describing the artist, the story behind the art and their visions.

Statuesque sculptures carved from ice cold marble, magnificent portraits with their swirling colors, so carefully detailed and captured so realistically that you can’t help but wonder if they were once alive and somehow frozen into their current state of being. Some are locked in depictions of war, sheer determination on their faces as they raise their swords high, ready to strike. Some are melancholic, sadness emanating off of their being, tears trailing down their cheeks as they curl into a ball, consoling themselves with the warmth of their own bodies. Some are in a state of utter joy with permanent laugh lines around their eyes as they frolic underneath an acrylic yellow sun, basking in the warmth, bright green grass underneath their feet.

Everything is so vivid that you never want to turn away, as you wonder what might happen next.

Yet, you move forward. Still in awe of everything you have seen thus far. Wanting nothing more than to remember all that you have seen forever and to have a piece of it all to take home with you.

And then… you come across something that catches your eye. A delicate piece of ivory, carved into the shape of a strong, powerful lion. Onyx eyes glistening like stars in the midnight sky, its fiery mane thick and lush, perfectly defined like the rest of its anatomy. Yet… despite its proud countenance, you see a glimpse of warmth in its eyes… you even see a hint of love. That’s when you notice what’s next to it. An elegant lioness, lying right beside the great lion. Her own head held high, a paw placed over her partner’s bigger one as she gazes into the open, her own onyx eyes sparkling with complete affection for the lion whom watches over her, protecting.

Even looking at the two ivory lions, makes you feel protected. Loved. You’re overwhelmed with emotions you never knew possible, a far cry from the previous works of art you’ve gazed upon. So you just stand there. Allowing yourself to feel everything, opening your heart up to all those emotions.

Suddenly, the light dims upon the lions. Darkness envelopes them from each side and you gasp. You bound forward in a desperate attempt to save the carvings but to no avail. It’s disappeared. Vanished into thin air. You look around hastily as you struggle to understand what just happened. You had beauty at your very fingertips and it was marvelous. You had the opportunity to set your sight upon something that was made with complete love and care by the artist. You were privileged enough to have been blessed with something amazing.

But it just isn’t meant to be.

And you’re left with emptiness once again as you walk out of the gallery, head hanging. Disappointment and grief circling the thoughts in your head, tears welling up in your eyes as the feelings get stronger with each passing moment.

Empty.

Oh, so empty.

John Mayer - Dreaming With A Broken Heart.

Day One Hundred Sixty-Seven: tears, originally uploaded by MargauxV.

When you're dreaming with a broken heart 

Then waking up is the hardest part 

You roll outta bed and down on your knees 

And for a moment you can hardly breathe 

Wondering was she really here? 

Is she standing in my room? 

No she's not, 'cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.... 

When you're dreaming with a broken heart 

The giving up is the hardest part 

She takes you in with her crying eyes 

Then all at once you have to say goodbye 

Wondering could you stay my love? 

Will you wake up by my side? 

No she can't, 'cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.... 

Now do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hands 

Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hands? 

Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hands? 

Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my , roses in my hands? 

Would you get them if I did? 

No you won't, 'cause you're gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.... 

When you're dreaming with a broken heart 

The waking up is the hardest part

I have never understood this song as much as I do now.