The angel in my fairytale.

I'm pretty sure most of you would have heard of this chinese song called Tong Hua sang by Guang Liang.
Initially I dont like it, most probably it's becoz I'm not much longer a chinese song listener.

Of coz, of coz~It is until the (now) Superstar-Weilian sang it, this song becomes a hit (to my ears).

I find that the crux of this whole song lies in the bridge here.

(In direct english translation)
"You cry and said to me, fairytales are a pack of lies.
And that I cant be the prince in your fairytale."

And of coz the chorus goes:

"I would become the angel you love in fairytale.
Open up my arms and turn them into wings to guard you"


Personally I love fairytales.
I really love them.
I dream and fantasize of all the lovely crystals that picture up to a happily ever after.

But I am too a realist.

(I mean it when I said I'm a hybrid of what is and what's not.)

I think it is amazing in a way.

Amazing that how I could be the way I am and really is inside when I am with Jason.(be it good or bad.)
Perhaps it is time.
Perhaps it is a habit.
Perhaps it is serendipity.=)

By saying this, I am not saying that who I am most of the time is not real.

It is also amazing how each time it's time to part, I still teared.
Sometimes I fighted it back, sometimes I let it go.
I dont like tears but such kinda parting, though bring heartache, still tasted sweet eventually.

Not every angel looks good.
Not every angel is kind.
Not every angel is yours.
And not everyone is an angel.

Yet...




He just possessed that pair of guarding wings.

=)