March 2012
77 posts
My heart.
This fist sized organ protected by my ribcage, fiercely guarded by logic and eternally swimming in passion charged emotions. My heart has been used and abused, stabbed, ruptured and slowly torn into shreds. My heart has been taped, glued, stapled and put together slowly by the bandage of time.
My heart loves and hurt. It ravages the inside of me and plays with my mind, send chills down my spine...
February 2012
62 posts
Narcolepsy and then some...
For the past few months, i have been everybody’s aunt agony. actually, since i got back from Australia last year. people just keep coming to me with their issues and lamenting about it OVER AND OVER AGAIN. After i’ve heard it for the umpteenth time - and honestly, im tired.
I AM TIRED OF LISTENING.
I don’t think i’ll mind it so much if they could reciprocate and listen to...
“No, we weren’t lovers, but in a way we had opened ourselves to each other even...”
– Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via skin-n-bones)
24 White Roses
The meaning of shimmering white roses is not very hard to decipher if you go by their appearance. The color white has always been synonymous with purity and virtue. And so, sincerity, purity, and chastity are some of the obvious meanings of a white rose. When you need to convince that your affections are straight from the heart and are as pure as virgin snow, use a white rose. But there are...
Just a few days ago, I was a sperm cell. Today, I...
Another year older and hopefully another year wiser.
Getting a lot of well-wishers on my facebook. Loads of love from my family and friends. 2 bouquet of flowers - the most i’ve ever received. I am feeling like a princess and the day is half over. It feels lovely - simple but luxurious kind of beautiful.
I am happy. :)
Boom!
Are you always that affectionate?
Only to someone I like.
Heh, that’s quite a big hint.
DUH.
AND so I was reading...
a blog.
yes, something as mundane or as interesting as a blog.
before i elaborate further, i would like to state that i love God but hate his fans & fan clubs.
so there she is…
praising God. fine.
thanking God for her wonderful husband. fine.
thanking God for her wonderful husband’s parents. fine.
Saying that said wonderful husband’s parents did not trust him, saying...
“Grammar is the difference between knowing your shit and knowing you’re shit.”
– My flammable roommate’s fabulous writing professor (via commodore-sparklebutt)
