Friday, October 26, 2007
sometimes a simple cup of tea, and telepathy is all you need to make your day. i've been more productive today than any other day. because the company made me cherish time even more. (:
and i do love putting smiles on people's faces, like how they put one on mine. the man on the train, the gorilla in my hse, and my going home partner. hee. its a blessing.
posted @ 10:28 PM
Thursday, October 25, 2007
some things are just not meant to be.
posted @ 1:19 PM
Thursday, October 18, 2007
all that matters (:
posted @ 1:35 PM
Sunday, October 07, 2007
melting in bliss.though full months are occasions like cny where u see your relatives once in a bluemoon, sit around, offer patronizing smiles and answers to questions that forever revolve around the same few topics regarding your studies; and despite the fact that i ended up hiding in my sis's room mugging, it was wonderful seeing my little neice(: maybe coz she couldn't nag at my ear and all we could do was stare at each other, practising our telepathic skills. it was quite enjoyable. haha and it was fun to watch pple fawn over the little bundle of joy. there was this insurmountable ring of happiness that surrounded anyone who got near trisha. especially the grandparents, who have their ways of coaxing the baby to smile, which i have yet to mastered.
she's such a tiny little darling, and yet she can fill our hearts with so much joy the day starts to burst with confetti. =D
when you grow up, would you still remember the arms you once rested comfortably in, the hands that once fondled you affectionately? for i find myself forgetting that too often. i never knew that the love showered on me had never changed, but now i know. and i think it must be painful for one's love to be unreciprocated.
posted @ 3:54 PM
Monday, October 01, 2007
i need more courage than i thought i would need. my beautiful dream is just a facade. seemingly beautiful on the outside, but brittle and fragile. how many times have my heart raced worrying abt it? how many times have my heart shattered everytime it breaks? i can't count, and i don't want to think abt it. its too painful.tmr is the start of another operation. and i hope it'd be the last. i feel so helpless. staring at the debris of my fallen structure through the glass and unable to do anything. and now i'm sitting at home doing nothing. imsuchaloser.
its so hard to cling on to dreams that keep breaking. maybe they're not meant to be.
i don't think i deserve to be an art student. a destructor, perhaps.
posted @ 5:51 PM