if i were a poet

see through my eyes

and into my soul

now tell me

is my heart sad

or 

just plain cold?

Forgetting September

been visiting tumblr quite frequently lately, and it never disappoints. :) 

i love how posts made by strangers can relate so much to my own thoughts, feelings and situation. isn't it nice knowing that someone out there is feeling just the way you are? i find great comfort in that actually. 

the post above is a great example. 

i don't think i love very many things but here are the ones that i can think of:

i love the first sip of coffee in the morning

i love reading someone else's words and finding a connection in them

i love the feeling a good song invokes

i love wondering

i love driving at night with no destination

i love the gentle kind of sadness like a reminder that I can feel

x

oh look, it's October

with this new month, let me throw away all the old, to make space for the new

to new beginnings.

lately

pictures speak a thousand words

therefore my post is worth six-thousand words. ;) 

okay

it's like you're so used to the idea of being alone for the rest of your life, that you just brush off any possibility of being with anyone, ever.
i don't picture myself getting married and having kids anymore.
the rare times i do visualize my future, it's just me living successfully despite being alone, and giggling and smiling at other people's cute kids, and actually be okay with all of it.

as a matter of fact, i think i am okay with the idea of solitude.

even though you seem so close to me right now, i just don't know how to reach out and grab you. so i'll just stand back and watch you be happy with someone else, and i promise i'll be okay with it. 

so

but sad girls fall in love with boys.

:)

"excuse me, what is the problem with both of you? okay it's mooncake festival. eat, have fun. eat, eat eat eat eat eat. and just eat. okay? don't give no damn about no one i swear. okay? what to do? our life is like this like this lo. huhhhh"

"and by the way, the girl that x bring is not fair, not pretty and not tall. she's like a short midget shit that walked from China to here like an immigrant and then she walked around the road and then she just end up at x house and x was forced to bring her to the gym for two days because she sleptover at his house and he's trying to get rid of her okay. ugh"

the things friends say to cheer you up. aww
this made me laugh. thank you :) 

beautiful

Serendipity - "happy accident" or "pleasant surprise"; a fortunate mistake. 

Specifically,

 the accident of finding something good or useful

 while not specifically searching for it

having one of those nights again. I feel like crap. but lucky me for having a funny classmate cheer me up. 

I don't want to feel this way, and I certainly don't want to need to feel this way. y'know?

why can't I be those super pretty girls who turn heads wherever they go? then maybe, just maybe, I'd be able to capture your attention and who knows? your heart.