Pink!

So a time for a breather. Sorry I've been away for a while. Even the keyboard seems so foreign to me, I used to find great comfort in typing out words I would otherwise never chance upon. But that being said, there are still things to be done and I for one, have returned to that sweet spot of paranoia. You know, that feeling when you've just had all the ideas and all the inspiration in the world.

You know, that feeling when you've just had all the ideas and all the inspiration in the world.. And it disappears the moment you open your mouth. Incredibly annoying!

At the end of the day it's just therapeutic because no one really cares what I think on a regular day, like no one really cares about how leaves levitate when cars speed by.

Questions

I have recently asked myself many questions with the hope of an unadulterated answer. And when was the last time you questioned your motives in doing anything? I have seen many do things for the sake of doing them, never really understanding why, or what was worth the effort in the first place. But that's not who I want to be. The world is shouting out for us to follow blindly behind a pre-planned pattern, a conformity of sorts, a parade of checks and checkers. And here is the truth - this highly celebrated blindness of the blind, it's not a lifestyle. It's a disease.

However that being said I can't always be who I want to be, or consciously change who I already am, but the more I question myself the more I see the seemingly fine line between the mystery of the perceived self and who I really am.

Someone special once told me "It is easier to die for something, than to live without something". And boy she was right.

Sometimes it's so easy to get caught up in the process of "dying" for something we lose out on living with it. And really, at the end of the day, what's the point.

There are 5 million thought processes at the back of my mind right now screaming into the voids I cannot piece together. And those are the voids I cannot consolidate by human effort.
It's time we ask ourselves questions so painful only our hearts can answer.

Do The Maths, BOYS!

HAHA. SERIOUSLY FUNNY OKAY.

Emo.

I envy those girls who can look good, no matter what they wear & how they do their hair.
I'm jealous of the fact that they can wake up in the morning & look totally gorgeous. The way they talk & walk. Yeah, why can't I be like that?
FML.

Sharifah Bazilah ;)

Okayy, I seriously didn't know that this lady has started blogging too until I went and stalk her Facebook hours ago!

See, I miss you tau :D

Nice blog babe. I read your posts! You're naturally a good writer though hyperbole is used extremely in your posts! :)

http://bazilah.blogspot.com/


As I was reading, one of her post really caught my attention.
-The Elephant Side Of Me-

I am just very amazed how this lady could remember all the little details in her life, even things that people told her like six years ago!

And, I was super touched when I saw this -

Dalwin:
Mcm mna sni? Ok tk? Rndu rumah? (when we first arrived here. She said as if she’d been here 4 ten years..haha)
I’m always going to be there 4 u darling
Jom pergi Old Town
Thankx 4 being my hardworking partner
(4 the endlessly hugging my waist-so sweet… oh, and touching my boobs- is that necessary?)
(she took my picture with Abg Didi. Thanx 4 the help..hehe)


And, ohh, its like one of the longest there! I feel special, babe!
Love you so much, bestie! ;)


SELAMAT HARI RAYA!

Laugh

Yes, I laugh ALOT.

Feel it.

"As we eye
The blue horizon's bend
Earth and sky
Appear to meet and end
But it's merely an illusion
Like your heart and mine
There is no sweet conclusion

I can see
No matter how near you'll be
You'll never belong to me
But I can dream
Can't I

Can't I pretend
That I'm locked in the bend
Of your embrace
For dreams
Are just like wine,
And I am drunk
With mine

I'm aware
My heart is a sad affair
There's much disillusion there
But I can dream
Can't I

Can't I adore you
Although we are oceans apart
I can't make you open your heart
But I can dream
Can't I

Can't I pretend
That I'm locked in the bend
Of your embrace
For dreams
Are just like wine,
And I am drunk
With mine"


The Carpenters.