“It Will Rain” by Bruno Mars

“The Story Of Us” by Taylor Swift

I used to think one day we’d tell the story of us,
How we met and the sparks flew instantly,
People would say, “They’re the lucky ones.”
I used to know my place was a spot next to you,
Now I’m searching the room for an empty seat,
‘Cause lately I don’t even know what page you’re on.

Oh, a simple complication,
Miscommunications lead to fall-out.
So many things that I wish you knew,
So many walls that I can’t break through.

[Chorus:]
Now I’m standing alone in a crowded room and we’re not speaking,
And I’m dying to know is it killing you like it’s killing me, yeah?
I don’t know what to say, since the twist of fate when it all broke down,
And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.

Next chapter.

How’d we end up this way?
See me nervously pulling at my clothes and trying to look busy,
And you’re doing your best to avoid me.
I’m starting to think one day I’ll tell the story of us,
How I was losing my mind when I saw you here,
But you held your pride like you should’ve held me.

Oh, I’m scared to see the ending,
Why are we pretending this is nothing?
I’d tell you I miss you but I don’t know how,
I’ve never heard silence quite this loud.

[Chorus:]
Now I’m standing alone in a crowded room and we’re not speaking,
And I’m dying to know is it killing you like it’s killing me, yeah?
I don’t know what to say, since the twist of fate when it all broke down,
And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.

This is looking like a contest,
Of who can act like they care less,
But I liked it better when you were on my side.
The battle’s in your hands now,
But I would lay my armor down
If you said you’d rather love than fight.
So many things that you wished I knew,
But the story of us might be ending soon.

[Chorus:]
Now I’m standing alone in a crowded room and we’re not speaking,
And I’m dying to know is it killing you like it’s killing me, yeah?
I don’t know what to say, since the twist of fate when it all broke down,
And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now, now, now.
And we’re not speaking,
And I’m dying to know is it killing you like it’s killing me, yeah?
I don’t know what to say, since the twist of fate ’cause we’re going down,
And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.

The end.

I am very perplexed and confused!

Back To December by Taylor Swift

I’m so glad you made time to see me.
How’s life? Tell me how’s your family
I haven’t seen them in a while.
You’ve been good, busier than ever,
We small talk, work and the weather,
Your guard is up and I know why.

’cause the last time you saw me
Is still burned in the back of your mind
You gave me roses and I left them there to die.

So this is me swallowing my pride
Standing in front of you saying, “I’m sorry for that night”,
And I go back to December all the time.
It turns out freedom ain’t nothing but missing you.
Wishing that I realized what I had when you were mine.
I’d go back to December, turn around and make it all right
I go back to December all the time.

These days I haven’t been sleeping
Staying up playing back myself leavin’
When your birthday passed and I didn’t call.
And I think about summer, all the beautiful times,
I watched you laughing from the passenger side.
Realized that I loved you in the fall

Then the cold came, the dark days when fear crept into my mind
You gave me all your love and all I gave you was “Goodbye”

So this is me swallowing my pride
Standing in front of you saying, “I’m sorry for that night”.
And I go back to December all the time.
It turns out freedom ain’t nothing but missing you,
Wishing that I realized what I had when you were mine.
I’d go back to December, turn around and change my own mind
I go back to December all the time.

I miss your tanned skin, your sweet smile, so good to me, so right
And how you held me in your arms that September night
The first time you ever saw me cry

Maybe this is wishful thinking,
Probably mindless dreaming,
If we loved again I swear I’d love you right…

I’d go back in time and change it but I can’t.
So if the chain is on your door I understand.

But this is me swallowing my pride
Standing in front of you saying, “I’m sorry for that night”
And I go back to December…
It turns out freedom ain’t nothing but missing you,
Wishing that I’d realize what I had when you were mine.
I’d go back to December, turn around and make it all right.
I’d go back to December, turn around and change my own mind

I’d go back to December all the time.
All the time

I have learnt a lot, through interactions with people with vast difference not only in looks, appearance but also experiences that shaped them into what they are today.

Once again, I had another opportunity to learn more things and gained another chance in viewing the world from another perspective despite the adversity faced. I owe many thanks and apologies to those who noticed and/or forgave my mistakes, and those who gave me one more chance to learn things, including learning to grow up to be a more responsible, matured person with integrity with fewer errors in decision-making.

However, we are being driven by circumstances which gives a perception of ‘no choice is given’. To some extent, the reason for a particular action or thought is ‘I have no choice!’

Yes, I am talking about myself, being caught in situations that I would not want to be in (yet, it seems that I have no choice, but is that the truth?), being the Yee who she does not belong to, forcing self to do things that she has no interest (and even less by now), yet being entangled with responsibility and obligations, and the plunge to voice the deepest concerns she has.

Life is very complicated, further complexed with choices that exist but could not be chosen.

Departures are unbearable especially when it involves loved ones, regardless of the nature of departure which involves one-way-ticket or not. However, some departures are meant to illustrate the importance and significance of the leaving person’s proximity to our lives. Moreover, without departures, gatherings might lose their shine.

Perhaps I should be prepared to mourn for Germany’s departure tomorrow night according to Paul’s premonition though. Another departure again. Lots of departures lately. Really.

The memories of me being thrown off the threadmill last year are still vivid.

Lightnings DO strike at the same place twice.
Another ‘disaster’ happened to my thumbdrive yesterday, being stuck in the USB port when I tried too hard to took it out and hence lead to the fragmentation of my poor mate, with its fragment attached to the port.

Maybe it’s a coincidence to encounter ‘destructional events’ during the beginning of every semester…