...for someone that writes in a philosophical manner, your enlightenment seems to be a little low. Not meaning to put you down, instead I commend you for digging for depth in life.

Sincerely, I am happy that you've learned to not care about what people think. Honestly, again, as much as you've think you have changed, you haven't changed at all.

Still, you separate yourself from the rest, thinking that you are one of the very few that goes through what you go through, that you're getting the butt end of the deal. Tragically, it's untrue. Everybody has gone through the same problems when it comes with dealing with human beings. Be it in one form or another. Nobody is that different. Can you honestly say that you are nothing like the people you used to label as friends? Do you appreciate everything that is done for you? Do you dare to claim that you have not taken advantage or use somebody?

Lovingly, you cling on to your theories. And how tiresome it must be to filter everybody that you meet. Deciding who is good or bad. Judging really. By your standards, are you all good? But your comeback would be "nobody is 100% good." So how much good must a person be for you to be friends with? 60%? 70%?

Friend is a man made word? Definitely. Just like every other word. What else would have come up with it? Would it not be bullshit if Friend was expressed with hand gestures? Or if a dog came up with it? Maybe a rock would fit better. Rocks don't expect anything from you.

Honestly, third time again, if relationships fail you so much, why bother with a boyfriend? How do you know he is to stay? Or are you just waiting for him to disappear as well? How about your exclusive few? Do you expect them to love you back? Do you expect them to love you just as much? Or just loving you the tiniest bit be enough for you?

Eagerly, you look at everybody else and draw up your theories. Blindly, you forgot to look at yourself. Do you even live up to your theories? I'm not disagreeing with your theories. Neither am I agreeing. But I hope you won't be stubborn and be closed off. Do not treat them as they are black and white when they're all based on greys. Theories are just thoughts and not proven to be facts.

I just want to say again that I'm not dissing your opinions. I'm just poking holes at them to show you that it's not 100% truth. Stay grounded and not get caught up trying to figure your life out or you'll die trying.

I still love you, and I still call you friend. And I'm still Ben/Jerry/Whichever even if you don't wish to label me friend.


P.S. Friends, boyfriend/girlfriend, family, etc - they are all labels. Only the emotions are true. But the nouns make it easier to express how you feel about them.

Labels: Jacob, Paperbag, The Anarchist

I know we long to touch each other, feel comfort in the other's warmth, rest safely in each other's arms, pretending that time stands still as soon as our fingers intertwine, listening to our heartbeats drum in unison. And our shoes would be heavy, reluctant to move, because they want to be still with time. The moment would engulf our hearts, our hearts would swell, our feet would weigh like feathers, and we would run while everything else stands still. Spirals – we'll orbit everything else, swinging so fast, testing the links of our fingers. We would spin and twirl and avoiding people who get in our way, but our focus would never shift from our eyes. And some how we just know our way, know where everything is to avoid them. It would just be about you and me and everything else. Our fingertips may tingle as we brush them against our skin, as if electricity runs through our veins, but what keeps me believing is that our hearts made contact before our fingers met.







-not charlie

Labels: Her, Jacob, Paperbag

My







Girlfriend







Is







AWESOME!








-not dan

Labels: Her, Jacob, Paperbag, The Anarchist

I'll be leaving on Friday to fulfill my Singaporean duties in the form of shaving my head (amongst other things that are done in the army). Sadly, this means I have to leave Her which only makes our situation worse (not that we're in a fight or anything like that) but I'm pretty confident about us. Our current situation probably makes us more prepared for what is to come than other couples. This is all too depressing when I'm talking about Her who makes me so happy. I shall digress from me leaving. I'll talk about Her instead.


She is as pretty as the hue of a sun rise.
She is as charming as a poet.
She is as wise as a religious leader.
She is as cute as a puppy.
She is as beautiful as the stars.
She is as precious as a child's macaroni necklace.
She is as hot as a freshly baked pie. Mmmmmmm.
She is as passionate as a rose.
She is everything that's important to me.
She is my babe.


I've realised that we work so well because we don't plan our lives to revolve around each other's. We acknowledge that we are big parts in each other's lives, but we don't make each other our whole life. It's very much like holding hands. Each is their own person, linking at the hands symbolising the sharing of their individual lives. It's about coexisting and not obsessing. Look past the superficial of a relationship. It's not about being loved or being in love, but loving her the best that I can because I realise that it's not about how I feel. And I believe that she realises it too. And it's simply put, beautiful. Everyday is an opportunity to show that I love her to the best of my ability. Valentine's day or anniversaries or any other special dates are never the exclamation of expressing my love. This is a quote from a letter that I sent to Her years ago: "It’s the best I can do for now, but I promise you that all you’re going to get is the best of me." And it still holds true till today. This, is us. And I'm in love with it.


-not barney

Labels: Her, Jacob, Paperbag

Dear witnesses,

There is always that one person that is a shining beacon of significance in your life. Someone that probably is the greatest human being you'll personally know. Someone that will never want to escape from your heart. That someone might be a friend, a family member, a girl or boyfriend, or any form of a loved one. Someone might even be a group of people. But my someone is an individual, and this is my introduction to She.

She is simply put amazing. Her strength is found in vulnerability when it is most crucial. She sums up every ounce of energy and pulls through every single time. But even though she can handle things by herself, she still requires comfort and support. And it's beautiful because she's human and not superhuman. In moments of weakness, beauty flowers. People tend to forget that and are ashamed when vulnerable. But all shame and insecurities are gone when confiding in She because her strength is an aura that lends itself willingly to those in need of it.

Her heart, that beats for the people she loves, is bigger than a saint's. It has a warmth that's infectious. It gets under your skin, and you just melt every time. Feels good. Like being wrapped in a warm blanket. Maybe even with a cup of hot chocolate. And you feel safe, and warm, and you never want to leave. I never want to leave.

She is like a rainbow. Rarely do you see one, but when you do, you stop and stare. And you feel like you experienced a great moment of beauty in life. She may not know this, but she is a major inspiration to me. It is evident in my poems, in my music, and greatly in my life. She inspires me to be a better human. And I feel like I have to keep up with her, and I want to keep up with her. She's motivates me to better myself because it's so easy to be complacent. Just the slightest of nudges every time, and she probably doesn't even know it. She's one of the unsung heroes, and I am now giving her an acknowledgement that her influence is greatly appreciated. There is much more to her than what I've listed, but that would take a life time explaining. And I think that those two points are her greatest virtues.

Witnesses, most of you would probably know what I'm talking about. Most of you probably have experienced what I feel. So express your appreciation more than just on special days like birthdays, or Valentine's or Christmas. Everyday is an opportunity to thank them and let them know that they are just as loved.







To She: I cannot thank you enough for what you have done for me. But you know that you mean the world to me, and hopefully that's enough. For all I can offer is my world.






I love you.











-not nick

Labels: Her, Jacob, Paperbag

Hands that reach up, pretending to grab a star.
Or at least to touch one.
It's the high you give, the hope I live for.
As the light seeps through my fingers, the tears cry “Freedom”
For all I can do is wish.
I wish on the star to give itself to you.
Just as you are a star that's been given to me.
It is your light that keeps me aware.
Aware that your warmth is true.
It is your warmth that melts my heart.
Melts the heart into a peaceful stream.
And air seems obsolete.
For you fill my lungs with something more pure than the air we breathe.
It's purity lined with sweet serenity.
Like the light of the stars, your love is just as pure and beautiful.




-not susan

Labels: Jacob, Paperbag

Breathe hard because the pounding won't relent
Excruciating swelling of the heart cripples the lungs
And the shade of blue starts to look good
Each beat takes a breath
Consistent hits without rythem
This unintended suicide is stable
Slowly but surely
This heart will kill





-not alright

Labels: Jacob, Paperbag

"There is no excellent beauty, that hath not some strangeness in its proportions" - Sir Francis Bacon


Perfection is overrated. Individuality is understated.


Enough said.







-not sam

Labels: Jacob, Paperbag, Quote