There’s always a song that could perfectly describe a moment. Not so long ago, this song was a moment. Now? it’s almost a surreal experience. Funny how things turn out to be this way. Sometimes I wonder, how things could be different if I acted differently, if I had said different words. But again, its all are meant to be, meant to be..not to be.
Funny to realized God had actually answered my prayer. Out of all other wants, wishes and pray. Big or small, good or bad, significant or not, He chooses to grant this. This intuition and that longing desire. The speck of a fleck. Even funnier now, I realized that it’s not all about you but about how Al-mighty He is. Though, all that had happened, happened for a reason. Couldn’t be thankful enough. For the most indescribable amazing feeling, the love and the pain, the laugh and the tears. For all the imperfections that made me human.
Posted in music
Tagged distance, love, music
Reading, on my new green bedsheet…and listening to tropical rain on sunday afternoon. This is the perfect definition of ‘lazying the sunday afternoon’.
away from consequences.
see what you are good at.
so much of being a good person.
played with fire just to stand outside, watched the house burned and said
“owh, don’t know I had caused that, it was only sparkles….. the house burned itself”
Rage yes it was, as legit as it is to me,
for every tears shed.
Deserved to bear not to surrender, you are.
That is how a lion feast.
Eat your own words now, sailor.
Blinded I was.
that cool persona you think you are, still an immature person I first thought you’re not.
Could have begun with honesty,
so taking chances wouldn’t be in its vocabulary.
sweet I’ll be, jolly will be.
as you like me faking it
till I’m over it.
ashes, I’ll rise.
for you nor my stele.
Sail away now young sailor.
I shall not be on your ship.
Posted in she rants
Tagged poem, quote, song
toseeyouisliketobewithyoutohearyouistotouchyou, it hurts.
a street styler, photographed by Phil Oh at Sydney Fashion Week 2012. Owh yes floral, you know me well.
Apologize for my lack of entry. Kuala Lumpur had been very consuming..and still is. I had to keep orientate my brain between the past Perth and current Kuala Lumpur life. Everything seemed to reboot back to my life three and a half years ago. As if I was in a coma for 42 months and woke up with a master’s degree in my right hand. As if the pain, the laugh and the adventures had never existed. Just some vague vague vague memory. Maybe Perth is a story I read or movie I watched before. Funny it is. But truth it is.
I found these photos of the Boona Ct house while resetting my blackberry. It was one of the winter days in August 2012.
The sun casts shadows from the kitchen curtain to the opposite wall.
It dances along with the lemon tree and the cold Indiana breeze.
and if you see what I saw, it is heart-shaped.
magical isn’t it ?
remind me to play this song for some mood boost!. and owh, thank you Victoria’s Secret.