Saturday, 26 September 2015

no more human, no less.

Find a beautiful piece of art. If you fall in love with Van Gogh or Matisse or John Oliver Killens, or if you fall love with the music of Coltrane, the music of Aretha Franklin, or the music of Chopin - find some beautiful art and admire it, and realize that that was created by human beings just like you, no more human, no less. - Maya Angelou

Monday, 14 September 2015

la tristesse durera toujours

la tristesse durera toujours - "the sadness will last forever" 

spent most of the day at work today surfing Reddit. there's this section called /nosleep where people post lots of creepy/sad stuff and i have to admit i quite enjoy reading the stuffs there. some days i'd find good ones, others just some really lame made up stuff. *rolls eyes* 

today was a good day i suppose, 'cause i opened a few tabs of titles that caught my attention, and amazingly most of them were good reads. :D so yea, i like reading these posts and feel all weird out and emotional after. cray cray right? hahaha 

oh, i also always google new words i see when reading so it's not all bad ey

just to share, these are one of the few reads i'd recommend:  
   which i later googled to find out 'just deserts' actually means "to get what you deserve (in this case, punishment)". gah, i love play with words like these. i mean, for a bakery it only makes sense to call it "Just Desserts Bakery" right? you'd get why it's called "Just Deserts Bakery" once you read it hehe. anyways, the comments are also very enjoyable. 

      this one was .. unexpected. not exactly the best, but i liked the twist. 

    ah, my favorite. there's just something to this story that makes you know it's real. imagine, wanting to take your own life and having an encounter that makes you rethink everything. so yes, suicide is never the answer. if you're depressed, sad, lost the will to live, read this, and understand that there are many out there who are suffering like you, who are going through the same feelings/struggles you do, and they do get better. it will endone way or another. x

you were the one desire that i could never get a grip on; that i could never call my own, that will never be reality. 
desire is no gentle creature. it is a tide that drags it's victims further and further out to sea, that leaves you staring at a shore made of everything you've ever wanted. 


ending this post with a vain picture of ME. well it's been awhile since any of you saw my face, right? hehe. played with make up the other night, gonna try to be a little less lazy and put on lipstick and eyeliner more often!! i am not gonna stay young forever. can't forget to live a little. 

Tuesday, 8 September 2015

roses are red

I'll tell you something, Harpy," he said, his voice almost a whisper now. "It never even occurred to me that we wouldn't make it. And it never occurred to you that we would. You were just waiting for us to go down in flames. I thought we could get through anything. ―Kristan Higgins

Saturday, 5 September 2015


boo. yes, i'm alive. time for some long overdue writing. 


remember my previous post? i shared this really beautiful post about loving someone going through depression. at one part, the author mentioned his lover having days where she couldn't even get up from the floor. where she couldn't even go on with her day. 

i was puzzled at the time when i read it. was it possible to feel that big a wave of sadness? sure i feel sad occasionally but never til that extent. well, jinxed on me. i felt that suddenly just now when playing tennis. it just.. happened

i don't know how or where it came from, it just hit me. there i was, standing in the middle of the court, not wanting to do anything, but still standing there for the sake of pleasing my dad. (he gets really upset if we skip our weekend tennis games) my game was lousy. i tried and tried until i wanted to just throw my racket and drive home. but i didn't. i stayed, continued, as if nothing was bothering me. but it was there. it never left. that sad feeling inside of me. i swear i wasn't thinking about that post at the time but in my head all i could think of was wanting to go home and just collapse on my bedroom floor and cry. then my mind thought of the post i read, and i just paused and took in the feeling. so this was what the author's lover was going through. this was how she felt as she lie helplessly on the floor.  

honestly, she's really lucky to have found someone who stayed that long. how do you find someone who understands and is willing to be there for you despite knowing they can't do anything to make you feel better. isn't there any cure? something, anything to make the sadness go away?