Love for a child

If you get the chance, listen to Jason Mraz's song,
'Love for a Child',
its lyrics are heartfelt, especially under my circumstances,
though they've not all happened on myself yet, it paints a perfect picture of reality for children of divorced families.

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Why is it that we only ever know of something's true value until...
we've lost it?

I've recently lost the freedom of communicating with my dad one-on-one.
No more daddy and daughter time.
I'm not yet stepping into the phase of hating my step mom (and unborn step brother) for this, but I'm really not sure how long this would last.
I want to do something decent for once, yet I've to face up with the reality that chances do not wait, and what fate puts in front of my is that m pregnant stepmom, in her stage of immobility, is unable to accompany us on the journey, and hence, such an action would not be made by the whole group.

Wouldn't the better solution have been to just leave the mom for several hours so the father and daughter could have their lovely time off?

I hate the role I'm playing in this one: sad lonely poor little rich girl,
unsatisfied when things don't go her way...
when in fact it's my father who's screwed up more of my life at very large time intervals.

I hope to see the day that I would no longer care about who gets who and who gets what, because my life is so satisfying the way it is. And better so, good enough so I could provide to those who've been of insufficient support to me over those years, so their souls could crumble upon the realisation of so.

For now,
FML!

How far would you go?

Whenever a friend puts up a request, jolting for help, how far are you, as their friend, willing to go to fulfill the other person's wills?
It depends who it is, does it not?

Then, second question, what if it's a one-way friendship?
Knowing that you like them > they like you, do you still do what they ask of you, given that the benefactors are purely them? In other words, it's as if being committed to a contract that would bind you to loss, yet, you are most willing to give into this.

Don't get me wrong, it's not as ugly as it sounds in that metaphor, but lately I feel that I've been eased into a different circle of people: only on my 7th year in this place do I realise which people I should be with, so if conforms to, or resembles closer to the traits I look forward to seeing when I'm committed to a friendship. I like deep friendships, so the person I be with is not only able to commute with me on the superficial level, but also commute in terms of the heart and soul...a connection more like. I'm willing to let out that last secret window on the Johari window, had it no effects on our relationship.

So still, why do I cling onto people/things that I dream of converting/achieving, when I know perfectly well that it's out of my reach?

You're not that worth it, not from what you've proven to me at least: I'm always the giver. You stick to whoever would give you direct benefits like a magnet does to metal.
So much for being bffs.

-Bee

Live high, live mighty, live righteously.

Despite my busy school schedule in terms of having to meet more than a humanly-capable amount of deadlines this week, I still went to see Jason Mraz last night:
he was like nothing I've seen before. The music was almost godly.
Who knew some music sound better live?
Not amongst the majority of the current age singers anyway.

The music is like an instant lift to life, their laid back and true-to life lyrics teach us not to look forward to striving for the idealistic situations, but rather, find perfection in what we already have, and feel satisfied.

Which is a cliche, since I've just paid 600 bucks to see him.

Anyway,
if I'm ever going to get married, I want someone I could communicate with, musically, as well as the mental.

oh let me escape from this horrible student life. IB is a torture.

Since I'm so bored, I've decided to look through the old facebook graffiti I drew on other people's walls and post them up here, some of which I'm actually rather proud of :P

:] I'm so mo liu right?

V day's coming up in less than a week's time,
yet all we're going through is the seemingly endless amounts of time spent on studying
and cramming information to our pea-brains.
Just to try and score higher on mocks.

Damn this, I'm out of energy.
Where's life? I've longed for it ever since the days of IB.