.: i HaTe tHe cOLouRs of bRuiSe :.
Sometimes, when I am sad and blue, I don’t remember what happy feels like.
I remember when I was small, the things that make me sad was when Bambi’s mother got killed, in that deer movie. Also, I didn’t like it when Lion King dad died, either. Cause, even cartoons aren’t real, i still love ‘em.
And… i will miss ‘em badly when they’re gone.
I have sub-consciously listened to the daily nagging, de-stressing confessions and found comfort in mushy conversations from you, at the end of the day. Each day arrives and we go about our daily business with these things being part of life.
The day when i waved at you from a distance. This farewell. I wish; only temporary. I now take the time to think about some of these constants; this small, seemingly unimportant gestures or events happen everyday, may somehow contribute a lot in carrying ourselves through this lil’ bumps in our lives.
Promises are kept. Trusts are built. As i light these candles in the dark, my heart melts whenever i am prompted the news of your journey.
It’s true, things have been tough, some people are simply so mean. I can always hear ‘em barking; faking it, i shed tears to myself in silence, shutting myself off from the nasty part of the world.
But some things have kept me going. Your touch from a distance. The harmonize vocals by angels called friends. The cozy home and warmth of the family, i keep coming back to at the end of the day. Don’t you worry a thing my dear, i’m doing good.
I guess we are strong enough to pick ourselves up, wiping those stains from the black and blue bruise that makes people go “ICK!”. Wishing, if only the bruise could be sky blue and pink instead, so people will say..”OOH, PRETTY!”.
I love this darned statement and memories that make me smile 
smile smile
“We could be thousand miles apart…
But you would always have my heart…”
P/S: Hope to hear from you soon, love! 
.: cHecK iN. cHiLL oUt. CoMe wiTh Me :.
I woke up at five in the evening, hyperventilating.
I felt like I just got out of coma.
Barely breathing, my past few days have been a rollercoaster ride.
Lots of things have happened, there’s never enough time. You feel like you’ll submerge, if you stop for a while for a breather, in a stampede of mad rush.
Is the world coming to an end?
Too lil’ space and time to vent it out. The day when i stop reading to myself to sleep at night. The day when i stop writing, oh i miss so badly the feeling of crumpled papers, i wrote on and trashed, in an attempt to write; over and over again.
What on earth is wrong with me, nowadays?
Brain dead. That’s it.
The past few weeks have thought me the true meaning of embracing rejection, frustrations, stress and uncertainty; only to realize at the end of the day, with a bit of encouragement and a lil’ pat on the back, things might eventually turn out just fine.
The thought of this enormous world, filled with greatness and opportunity and possibility and million other wonderful things, *phewph*….. that, is an incredibly awesome fortune and great things will come our way; God willing. It’s just a matter of time, I guess.
I finally rebound and gain my strength, when I checked in to paradise.
That night, I sang to the stars, telling them my secrets. Sunrise, I tip-toed to the balcony, raised my hands up high and tickle the sky. I can feel the morning breeze whispering away my sorrows.
This moment. I wish i could just take the time for; big smiles. Sunday mornings. Long walk. Warm appreciation. Precious memories. Things that bring a sense of joy to our heart. Sharing invaluable words over warm cups in quiet place. Staying in touch…with the people who will always mean so much.
I guess, you just gotta work it all out. Move ahead of every worry. Move beyond any sorrows. And pray for a wealth of beautiful tomorrows.
Things may sometimes get nasty. People will always be bitchy.
Face the norm. Be strong; in every might.
Just tell ‘em off; GO FLY A KITE!!!
