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Friday, 15 November 2013 @ 01:12
Reading through your old writings, sees a post that says you're gonna laugh rereading this one day and when that day finally comes, you do laugh but you're also crying inside.
Labels: clouds
Monday, 22 July 2013 @ 20:13
Who says I'm not doing anything worthwhile this semester holiday? I work. Like, for the first time, I finally work. Oh yeah, I'm 22 but just got a part time job? yeah yeah, I'm a noob for this but enough with the self-bashing, alright? I may not be overly excited on anything in particular at the mo but at least I'm giving myself something worthwhile to do. Also, I have developed a semi-deep interest in comic books. Havta be honest that I'm not entirely into it. The only comics that I can follow at the mo is Batman. And the villains as I recalled, are ringing up the bells of my childhood. That I once overwhelmed with the animated series but yeah, I was pretty ignorant back then. Nothing is consumed from the series but I guess the old self is beginning to appreciate something from the former life (childhood I mean). Ah~ These are rants. Just to let the self know that I'm breathing and have something to be liked, something worthwhile to be done. I miss running etc. Missing my active days. Not an athlete but still eager to act like one. It's for the sake of tomorrow. Physical wise. Better to have a good heart, to stay in shape. Being active expands the social circle too. Knowing lotsa people is building good network, hence, beneficial in many ways. And Breaking Bad is my guilty pleasure. It's literature to me. The dynamic evolution of Jesse Pinkman and Walter White's character are a self-ponder in a way. Plus it made me finally admit that Chemistry is not a blah subject after all. And I'm still not over myself drawing Amydala and Stormtroopers using coloured pencils. But not the fact that I typoed Storm into Star. Not proud of that. Ugh. Embarrassing. Alas! Turning geek ain't so easy.
Here's a photo of burning rocks from great distance. (Y)
Monday, 8 July 2013 @ 15:31
There's something about standing
between a perfume and a coffee shop,
the blend of bittersweet smell;
the living tale of love and hate,
tells well when you're standing
between a perfume and a coffee shop.
Labels: bad poetry, numb
@ 15:22
Everything takes patience now. Got my first wage. Still. I ain't buyin anything yet. Coz I havta use it for food. Feels like bringin food from home instead. But always tempted to buy takeouts. But yeah.. hopin that this time I won't have problems with salaries and holidays anymore. Hope that I will get my next pay on time and stuff. Hope that things go well. If so I'd buy it now... I won't have anything much left. So, yeah. Patience. Be patient is not easy. But I need to suck all the patience in and refrain from buyin the things I want.
Food is essential too.
Labels: clouds
Sunday, 16 June 2013 @ 01:19
There's this one night where the air was stuffed and I wasn't fully asleep yet. Shifting to my left side, I had my tee accidentally pulled up revealing my back. After a few moments, I felt his hand slowly running onto my skin. He was giving me a soft stroke. Like he was curious about how soft my skin feels as it felt on his eyes. He was gentle. Up and down his fingers went about my back and I slowly falling into a deep sleep. I ought to slap his hand but I let him trace my back. It sent shivers for a bit. But I kept calm and let him do what he wanted. And I was the type to remember bad things on most nights but tonight his fingers hushed those thoughts away. Slowly I fell into deeper slumber till I wasn't really sure if he was stroking me for real or if this is a dream. But surely, that thing people said about magic exists at the tips of ones' fingers?
I believe in that now.
Labels: fiction