'96. I love books, music and Justin Bieber. May the odds be ever in your favor. x

Threatened ?
20110620 @ Monday, June 20, 2011
It has come to my attention that some people are threatened by my presence.

Well, I am present. I am not invisible nor am I mute. I will be seen and heard. Deal with it.

If it helps you feel more secure, throw me an anchor so that i will sink and you can shine.
It's not like I'm ambitious. I don't want a pedestal nor do I want fame or glory.

You can have all the limelight, even the responsibility.

I will step back and not get in your way. But I will be unhappy.
Leave me alone.
I Am Blessed
Monday, June 20, 2011

 

 

In many ways, I am blessed. Even when I complain and murmur about various things, I know that I am blessed. Although I often seem ungrateful when I whinge and whine, I actually am grateful. I have gone through too much to recognise the blessings amidst the tough times.


I am blessed with a family I love. I do not always enjoy them ... especially when I disagree with some of them, or when friends fight and cause a ruckus, or when everyone takes me for granted (which happens quite frequently). But these people are the ones I will protect with my life.


I am blessed with a home. I am not a house proud person. My house is often in a mess. But it is not so much the house that makes it a home. It is the atmosphere, the feeling of being lived in that makes it a home.

 

I am blessed with Titanium, the people whom I know have my back no matter what. The people who've gone through everything with me, yet love me for who I am.

 

I am blessed with friends and acquaintances who have, at one time or another, given me much joy. I hope they can say the same of me too.
There is much more for which I thank the Lord. And I do not thank Him enough. I need to remind myself daily how blessed I am. And learn to reduce the whinging and whining.

 

The Plea
Monday, June 20, 2011


Please words. I need you now (the and and you two especially). I need you to tell the truth. To say things as they are. Don't be words that I say too fast, words that I have to defend. Please don't listen to me when I tell you to do the wrong things, be the words you were meant to be. Be honour and fire place and celler door. Be slow and sunrise and sunset. Be a phrase "I know they come again." No words more than needed, just enough to say what I mean and mean what I say. Please words. Work.
Throw a shoe at a spider. Then get out of bed to investigate.
Monday, June 20, 2011

Lift up the shoe. And the spider is no longer there.


Spend the rest of the night paranoid. Awaiting it’s revenge.