ive got a toy. it sings and it entertains me
altho it isnt made of diamond like how i would want it to be, it makes me happy nevertheless
umakemelikethis
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
epiphanies
" i havent seen her for 8 months now,!" a friend of mine said to me, casually describing the complicated long distance relationship he's currently in. my eyes widened for a brief moment.
" do you love her?"
" can i say that 'i'm supposed to?' " he answers with a playful smile.
i laugh in response.
only later that day did i realize how messed up it was- the fact that two people who are so fond of each other manage to hold on without physically being in each others presence for 8 months... and his reply...
how many of us often fail to differentiate that fleeting sensation of lust and that intense irrevocable feeling of love. we get bored so easily these days, relationships are usually a touchNgo kind of occurance.
i understand now.
its okay.
" do you love her?"
" can i say that 'i'm supposed to?' " he answers with a playful smile.
i laugh in response.
only later that day did i realize how messed up it was- the fact that two people who are so fond of each other manage to hold on without physically being in each others presence for 8 months... and his reply...
how many of us often fail to differentiate that fleeting sensation of lust and that intense irrevocable feeling of love. we get bored so easily these days, relationships are usually a touchNgo kind of occurance.
i understand now.
its okay.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
sangat marah
i am so angry. i am furious! today has such bad karma! arrrrgghghhhhhhhhhhhhh
I AM SO PISSED AT YOU
YOU NEVER LEARN
I AM SO PISSED AT YOU
YOU NEVER LEARN
Friday, May 8, 2009
relationship
rough, dense, almost compact
suffocating
the roots struggle about
seeping and writhing through
searching for the firm grip of the clump
some holds dearly
some gets crushed by the likes of
stones and gravity;
balance
the leaves cry
balance
as the roots hold on tighter
the blooms look up to the heavens.
suffocating
the roots struggle about
seeping and writhing through
searching for the firm grip of the clump
some holds dearly
some gets crushed by the likes of
stones and gravity;
balance
the leaves cry
balance
as the roots hold on tighter
the blooms look up to the heavens.
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