#656
20120401 @ Sunday, April 01, 2012

#654
Sunday, April 01, 2012
“The good times and the bad times both will pass. It will pass. It will get easier. But the fact that it will get easier does not mean that it doesn’t hurt now. And when people try to minimize your pain they are doing you a disservice. And when you try to minimize your own pain you’re doing yourself a disservice. Don’t do that. The truth is that it hurts because it’s real. It hurts because it mattered. And that’s an important thing to acknowledge to yourself. But that doesn’t mean that it won’t end, that it won’t get better. Because it will.”— John Green
It was strange how words meant something when they came out of your mouth. Inside your head they were safe and silent, but once they're out - people grab hold of them.
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#652
Thursday, March 29, 2012
The good ol' days.

#651
Thursday, March 29, 2012
In times like these, no matter how hard I try to cope up, I still feel helpless. I try to keep myself busy so that my mind can focus on some other things, but at the end of the day, when you're all alone, they're all coming back to you. I tried to talk to somebody, especially those who proclaim themselves as your “best friend”, but they're so busy with their own lives that they can't spare you at least a minute or two.
So I keep it to myself, most of the time. I have to deal with the same set of emotions over and over again as if I've never had enough. Until when? I'm not quite sure."
-Fever, Finding Eben

#650
Thursday, March 29, 2012

Andre Deimling
20120328 @ Wednesday, March 28, 2012
I want those wall pads!

Sunday Morning.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Amazing.

# Cloudstrife.
20120326 @ Monday, March 26, 2012
Well, all I'd like to say is congratulations to Colin and Nicholas for winning 2nd prize at this Kpop dance competition and for also winning the Fan Award. The both of you have not Skyped me since ... 3 weeks ago, I don't take your Youtube fame as an excuse so don't even try. So this is me damanding for details. By the way, since I just found out that you will be checking this post out, a friend of mine called both of you adorable. In my head I was just like it runs in the family. I would also like to demand for updates, and to keep Aunt Marian in prayers - she's sick and I think she's going for surgery, but other than that - you two. Skype me.

#647
Monday, March 26, 2012
Honestly, you brought this onto yourselves so don't blame me. I'm just so tired of everything. Most of all, I'm tired of the lies.
Things really do change once you've moved, don't they?


#643
Sunday, March 25, 2012
“Why have you been staring at me ever since we met? Because I’m not the Gail Wynand you’d heard about. You see, I love you. And love is exception-making. If you were in love you’d want to be broken, trampled, ordered, dominated, because that’s the impossible, in the inconceivable for you in your relations with people. That would be the one gift, the great exception you’d want to offer the man you loved. But it wouldn’t be easy for you.”
- The Fountainhead

#642
20120324 @ Saturday, March 24, 2012

#641
Saturday, March 24, 2012

#640
20120321 @ Wednesday, March 21, 2012
One of my close friends said something to me that perhaps only the ones who move around would understand the feeling but that doesn't matter, it probably applies to everyone in different ways/situations. She said "You know something I realized ; as much as people say they'll miss you they'll get over it really soon cause they still have all their other friends it doesn't really make a difference after a while you're the one who'll REALLY miss them."
My answer to that made more sense in my head compared to reading it from the screen but I don't know, I guess I've just gotten so used to it, it doesn't affect me anymore - that feeling I mean.
"Do you miss your Malaysian friends?
"Hmmm, not really no.I miss some of them, but it's not as much as I thought it would be" It took me a while to realize this but once I did - at first, I felt bad for not missing them, but then it stopped. I do miss some of them - the Kakis, Youth and a few others but school friends -not really. Not even the humans, I must say. I have no idea why but it's not like I can make myself miss people. I'm getting red highlights the next time I go back home. Is red an aye or nay?
Back to what she said ;
It's true. no doubt about it, but then again sometimes you just think you will but you don't.
Not all the time. Sometimes you just miss them at certain times e.g when something reminds you of them.
It's a different experience for everyone, but one thing I know for sure is that no matter what we all move on.
It doesn't matter if someone misses you or not really, it matters if you've made a positive impact on them, and if it's a big impact they will always remember you and maybe they don't openly miss you but they might just have that one puzzle piece that misses you.
Life is like a puzzle, friends are like some puzzle pieces if they fit -they're remembered but if they don't then they're just forgotten or only remembered at a later time. It really doesn't matter, it just matters if they've had a positive impact on you and the fact that if you appreciate they're impact enough then you shouldn't lose that puzzle piece.
I wish for so many things, but never that I would not have met you. You are beautiful and funny and great .

#639
20120319 @ Monday, March 19, 2012
Someday no one will remember that I ever existed, I wrote in my notebook, and then, or that I do. Because memories fall apart, too. And then you're left with nothing. Left not even with a ghost, but with its shadow. In the beginning, he had haunted me, haunted my dreams, but even now, just weeks later, he was slipping away, falling apart in my memory, and everyone else's. Dying again.
Perhaps it is all my fault. Maybe I loved too much. Maybe I prayed too hard.

Monday, March 19, 2012
The painful moment when you finish a great book and you hug it and you cry
and then you look around
and all these people continue living as if nothing happens
as if you didn't just got murdered by a book
and you can't comprehend
and you feel like screaming "I JUST DIED! I JUST DIED, YOU IDIOTS!"
and crawl into a hole
and stay there
because you can no longer feel anything else other than pain
agony
depression
as if you can never be happy again
like you just had an encounter with the Dementors
and barely escaped with your soul.

#638
20120318 @ Sunday, March 18, 2012
"And our hearts are bruised from longing..."
I think I like you. Problem is, you now confuse me. Where do we go from here?
