When love comes around, fear is inevitable.
The art of growing is acceptance.
Self sabotage is no longer a choice although at the very moment it sounds feasible.
Escapism is just a momentary solution to the torturous emotions.
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
Tuesday, August 05, 2014
Thats me in a corner. Thats me losing my religion.
The minute I was agitated, I knew I was wrong.
The imagery of my mom.
The scene of the kitchen
She, tearing and hanging the clothes of everyone of us.
How was it fair?
How do people wanna be one of them?
The indignancy.
How does everyone repel these treatments?
How is it that everyone doesnt know that these are the injustice that comes with marriage?
How did my sis decided on marriage?
Where did that kind of courage comes about?
I thought I knew. But I dont.
After tonight, I dont.
The females out there, do not give up.
Never ever give in to them.
The egocentric guys.
The imagery of my mom.
The scene of the kitchen
She, tearing and hanging the clothes of everyone of us.
How was it fair?
How do people wanna be one of them?
The indignancy.
How does everyone repel these treatments?
How is it that everyone doesnt know that these are the injustice that comes with marriage?
How did my sis decided on marriage?
Where did that kind of courage comes about?
I thought I knew. But I dont.
After tonight, I dont.
The females out there, do not give up.
Never ever give in to them.
The egocentric guys.
Friday, August 01, 2014
Life #6
You can choose to live in denial.
You can still choose to live like the sky will always be blue and where the flowers will always bloom in the fields.
You can choose to live an idealistic live like how you always want it to be.
But truth is, we all have to grow up someday.
And its no fun anymore.
You can still choose to live like the sky will always be blue and where the flowers will always bloom in the fields.
You can choose to live an idealistic live like how you always want it to be.
But truth is, we all have to grow up someday.
And its no fun anymore.
Life #5
Life is like the waves of the sea.
The passer-by of the sea.
At the end of the day, the sea still exist like the waves never been there.
It comes it goes.
Like someone mentioned, we are just the passer-by of life.
Taking up a fraction of the timeline.
After we die, the timeline still goes on, like you never been here.
After a century, who would remember, who would have known that you had ever existed at all..
End of the day, is there really any meaning to all of these?
We are just a tiny fraction of the whole population, tiny fraction of the ever going timeline, the world is too huge.
I want to live with the world than live within a society.
The passer-by of the sea.
At the end of the day, the sea still exist like the waves never been there.
It comes it goes.
Like someone mentioned, we are just the passer-by of life.
Taking up a fraction of the timeline.
After we die, the timeline still goes on, like you never been here.
After a century, who would remember, who would have known that you had ever existed at all..
End of the day, is there really any meaning to all of these?
We are just a tiny fraction of the whole population, tiny fraction of the ever going timeline, the world is too huge.
I want to live with the world than live within a society.
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