Give me a reason....

Right from the start
You were a thief
You stole my heart
And I your willing victim
I let you see the parts of me
That weren't all that pretty
And with every touch you fixed them

Now you've been talking in your sleep, oh, oh
Things you never say to me, oh, oh
Tell me that you've had enough
Of our love, our love
Just give me a reason
Just a little bit's enough
Just a second we're not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again

It's in the stars
It's been written in the scars on our hearts
We're not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again

I'm sorry I don't understand
Where all of this is coming from
I thought that we were fine (Oh, we had everything)
Your head is running wild again
My dear we still have everythin'
And it's all in your mind (Yeah but this is happenin')

You've been havin' real bad dreams, oh, oh
 You used to lie so close to me, oh, oh
 There's nothing more than empty sheets
 Between our love, our love
Oh, our love, our love

Oh, tear ducts and rust
 I'll fix it for us
We're collecting dust
But our love's enough
You're holding it in
You're pouring a drink
No nothing is as bad as it seems
We'll come clean

Just give me a reason
Just a little bit's enough
Just a second we're not broken just bent
 And we can learn to love again
It's in the stars
It's been written in the scars on our hearts
That we're not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again
Oh, we can learn to love again
Oh, we can learn to love again
 Oh, oh, that we're not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again

Picture perfect

She sits by the window, sipping her cup of coffee slowly while reading the newspaper. From time to time she glances outside, watching people pass by or thinking when Mr Sun decides to come out. She wears a white shirt tucked nicely in her fitted blue denim, while her long knitted light brown cardigan adds an elegant style. Her make-up is lightly done, emphasising her preferences for a natural look. With her designer bag and shoes, she appears like those featured on glossy magazines. A typical Chelsea housewife as one says, living the dream.

Her eyes, the window to one’s soul, however tell a different story.

To many, she seems to have a perfect life. A partner with high-flying career, kids attending prestigious school where play-dates are proper tea parties held somewhere fancy, splitting her time between countries during term breaks; it is to no wonder why people would love to swap place with her.

If only they know the price to pay for having such lifestyle.

She is deep in her thoughts, pondering whether it is all worth it. She wonders how she ended up here, far apart from the world she was used to. Sacrifices had to be made along the way, those that meant strongly to her and what made her as a person. She still cherishes and misses those things without a doubt. It was simpler yet fulfilling.

In a picture perfect world, loneliness seems to be a constant company.

Kingdom of hearts

There are days when the universe is trying their best to be heard but people refuse to listen, thinking things will straightened out eventually. Yet what one will do when the voice keeps pounding on your door, telling you to open your eyes and mind and not be blinded by your heart?

Even the smartest people can become jesters when it comes to love, fools who let themselves be ridiculed in this kingdom of hearts.

comfort

I just realised how much I miss this space. It feels good to be able to write and read my favourite blogs.

Sometimes when you feel a little bit lost, coming back to a place which once served as your sanctuary gives you the peace you need. It’s like having a hot mocha on a freezing day.  

Life as a St Trinian

The young lady has been with St Trinian for two months and it feels she has grown so much that I can barely recognise her. The school hours are longer, starts at 830am and ends at 4pm, with clubs running either during lunch time, before or after school hours. Their science subject has already been split into three unlike most schools where it is only done when they are in year 9 (I think).  They learn classical and modern languages and it feels she has a flare in that area as she got invited to join the creative writing club.

 

As for tests, it feels as if they have it every fortnight and sometimes the teachers decide to have it impromptu. This week alone she has three and I could hear her trying to memorise the bone structure for biology. Heck, I don’t think I learnt those when I was at her age. I wonder how she studies as I have yet to pass my ‘skill’ to her but she is coping well, with merit in Latin and Spanish while her Maths and Science’s results are consistently above 90%.

 

This term she is learning dance and hockey for PE. Apparently the latter is easier and it took me by surprise that she enjoys the game. I never saw it coming as she has always been the ‘nerdy’ type. Guess she’s slowly building her skills and interests in other areas.

 

One thing I love about the girls is that they speak immaculately, with lovely accent and proper grammar. Most kids chew their words and it annoys me when they do so. She’s mixing well, hanging out with friends from other classes during lunch or break. Her bestie is the designer’s daughter while her ‘tube-mate’ is Chinese British who plays the violin and is in the school’s orchestra.

 

From time to time she’ll thank me for sending her to that place. The teachers are strict but warm and friendly. She reckons her friends find her weird but they are also strange themselves, hence making them lethal combination. Lol!

 

I am happy that she is settling well and loves high school. I just hope she doesn’t grow too fast….

Away from home for the first time

Over the weekend the young lady had her first overnight school trip. It was meant for the first formers to make new friends and to get to know each other better. It was held at an activity centre equivalent to our Taman Negara, probably with better facilities.

 

The young lady was placed in a dorm much to her dismay as her bestie got a room shared with another form-mate complete with tv. There were 8 of them and it wasn’t that bad compare to your average hostel back home. However, according to the young lady, it was cold and smelly. “It smelt like pee,” in her own words. I think they had enough showers and toilets as there was no queue in the morning. Lights off was at 10pm and the girls had to be up around 8am which gave them enough time to shower and have breakfast as their morning activity started at 915. Unfortunately her floor had no hot shower and she couldn’t be bothered to go to a different floor. Hence it was a quick wash for her.  

 

Among the things that they did were night-trekking in the forest, archery, water raft building and high ropes. I wonder why they asked us to pack torchlights as they didn’t even use it during the night walk. The young lady had a blast during the water raft task despite they had to carry it to the water, challenging for those with small built like her.

 

Food wise, they were delicious and her only complaint was the portion. I reckon that they assumed her appetite was in proportion with her size. Dinner was way too early ie at 6pm and there was no supper/snacks before bedtime. I packed some stuffs for her but by the time she realised she was still hungry, she was already cosy in bed. Cold weather does that to you. You prefer the warmth of your duvet than to fill your tummy.

 

Mobile phones were not allowed but as it was a first trip for some of the girls, they smuggled one. The young lady said they called their mum when they felt homesick and she envied them. She blamed me for ‘obeying’ the rule but I think she did quite well. She even comforted her dorm-mate who was missing her mum badly that she cried.

I must say that I was pretty impressed with her packing. It was organised given it was her first time and they had loads of things to do. Wet and used clothes were in different plastic bags and they were neatly placed in the luggage. Some girls just stuffed their things in the bags.

Overall it was an eye-opener for both of us. No doubt she missed me but she handled herself well that we both agreed boarding school is an option if there is a need to do so. I bet if we decide to send to one, it has to be close to a close friend’s place. Well, an hour journey give and take. Relocating at a later stage will be difficult as she has her exams, hence we have to consider that option. For now, let her enjoy the comfort of home and my cuddles.

Quick update

It feels as if this place has been abandoned given my last post was two months ago. Lots of things were happening at the same time which gave me no room to write. Our 7 week holiday was pretty hectic with trips to the parks and centres as well as covering some serious matters. When we got back to London, the young lady was about to start high school and we were busy trying to sort things; uniforms, music lessons etc.

 

I shall write in detail of our fabulous and not-so-relaxing vacation. In addition, her life as a Trinian has been quite an eye-opener and that deserves a post on its own. FYI, the mother of her new best buddy from school happens to be a designer and has a number of celebrities as her client. (I must visit her place!)