是我想太多?

Staring at my reflections as I was approaching my car this morning, I started to wonder where has the rest of me gone to. In terms of quantity, I have been seeing more of me but I couldn't see the soul that followed me through the ups and downs. I was caught in a blank moment...



你笑着说他是朋友
但你眼中太温柔
我的不安那么沉重
只有你不懂

他霸占了你的心中
属于我的角落
所以你说我们不是你和我

是我想太多你总这样说
但你却没有真的心疼我
是我想太多我也这样说
这是唯一能安慰我的理由

他霸占了你的心中
属于我的角落
所以你说我们不是你和我

是我想太多你总这样说
但你却没有真的心疼我
是我想太多我也这样说
这是唯一能安慰我的理由

我想我没有错怪了什么
虽然你不说都是错在我
太晚我才懂爱了你太多

是我想太多你总这样说
但你却没有真的心疼我
是我想太多我也这样说
这是唯一能安慰我的理由

Glenn and the FD were monkeying around this morning as usual but I wasn't quite in the mood except for my traffic updates. The last I want is to be stuck on ECP on my way to work on a Friday plagued with meetings which essentially means, no casual Fridays for me. While switching between the "CD" and "FM" function, I paused when the hilarious DJs quoted from some SMSes on how women like to be treated. One of them was about gifts from guys. Girls like it even better when they come with cards with loads written on it. Not the canned messages but one handwritten by the sender. Words, the more the merrier. I couldn't agree more. Cards/Letters are things that weathers through the years and in time when you look back reading such messages, the exodus of memory will just rush out enough to drown you in an emotional storm. I did that a couple of nights ago and realised how colourful my teenage years actually were, filled with letters between girlfriends. These days, my gifts have become very unpersonalised as well. Some soul searching is in the pipeline...

The other SMS said that whenever we come back from work (either back to home or just seeing one another), all we want is for you to look at us in our eyes, give us a hug and tell us how much you missed us. I would not classify this as what guys should do for girls but in general, what everyone should do to their other half and not let this crazy world take the love away from the both of you.

Going back to my personal insignificant world, I do not like to be ignored. I guess no one does. I think it's fair if one has to do it for work but to do it in spite, you may think it's right but definitely not to me. Sincere apologies should be taken into account whether they are eventually being accepted or not. For weeks and weeks, I cared too much that I let every single thing affect me. Had I not cared so much, it may not have such a great impact on my life. But then again, have we all left our burdens from yesterday behind and move on or do we still have a million of things going through our heads when the last significant other calls or smses? Still living in someone else's shadow, I can't find my smile.