Never meant to hurt you?

I kinda stop tuning to Mandarin pop for a very long time. (and now I hardly switch on my radio)
Most of my office songs are Mandarin and I felt that I have to listen to this again.

Alex Toh 'Wu Xing Shang Hai' (Never meant to hurt you.)

I like this song alot.

In the past when I was like younger, single, naive and prettier,(The last adjective was a joke.)I thought if any guy sings me this, my heart would melt like chocolate in hot oven.

Ironically, I now think this is crap.
And probably the guy deserves it.
What's the point of feeling sorry after you have done something wrong(probably deliberately at that point of time too.) AND asking the gal to come back to him?

In what position do the guy thinks he deserves that kinda magnanimous practice and why should the gal be stupid enough to believe him?

If it were me,I probably let that guy regrets all his life(And like he will. A few months down the road, he probably finds another new gal to replace me.) and walks off to kiss a new life.
All these at the expense of I may still have feelings for the guy.

On a softer note....

I know I always say this now and then.

But there are always certain faces that I miss.
Some I dont see often.
Some I dont see at all.
Some I shouldnt and mustnt see as much as I really miss.

Certain places, certain timings, certain actions, certain songs, certain quotes etc would bring different faces to my mind.

I dunno if they know that I miss them.
In a romantic way and not.

I dont think it is a crime to miss anyone in a romantic way despite your marital status.
Sure it doesnt sounds nice but I guess what matters most is that you ARE the most important person to me.

Some faces..I would probably miss till I'm 40 or 50.
Some faces..I would probably miss till the point I can't remember or simply lost the ability to miss.

I think I am a romanctic at heart.
I love simple things that is beautiful.
I love to be nostalgic.
I love the blues sometimes cos' I think they are romantic in a grey manner.
I love to reminisce.
I can conjure a hundred and more ways of blowing romances into beautiful bubbles by doing simple things.
I am probably one of the extinct poor Romeo if I'm a guy.

I crave for a Romeo.
I crave for someone who stole my heart.

Reveries...

I love.

Shards of incadescent reveries.

This is how it is here.

When I wake up, probably everything fleets.

See how I can divert.

And when I re-read this again, it is probably as crappy as the song lyrics.

Feel so sorry...Baby I'm so sorry...I never meant to hurt you.




Blah.