Laughing out loud

(laugh) Yes. You go baby girl. The context of this post, however, shall not be revealed for all eternity. Simply because it holds the cheesiest ....ahem... most blush cringe-inducing part of my life.

Had things went differently, I figure I'd get a fulfilling spree of inner jokes by now.

Aww :3

Nao D:

I should've known better than start this 5 hours before bed time...
Now I can't just sleep, it's two in the morning and I'm planning to drive tomorrow.

...I'm so going to crash my friend's car at this rate must. sleep. nao.

Take a deep breath

and let go.

To be free, comfy and at ease. To be able to laugh freely and naturally.

Yesterday I had a very nice dream of a distant past. To think that I had what others are dreaming of at such a tender age... at least I understand what it feels like.

It was cute. Really.

Memories are nice, but they are what they are.

And I do feel good about it. Well, a cup of self-brewed mocha helps admittedly, but still.

Hmm. Be well, you. Don't ever change.

:)

once upon a time

Ketika keabadian ada di dalam genggamanmu, kau telah menukarnya dengan kemilau keindahan dari waktu itu sendiri.

Well the bright side..

..is when I realise that

There's more passion in this than any of my attempts to compose a love letter.. not that I remember ever composing one.

...

That is all.

...

...

...God help me.

On Investing

It is almost an annual ritual that I started doing once I turned legal. Every year, I'd splurge a bit on new things that I've never tried before, just for the heck of it. The good news is that I usually discover something good and it'll simply become a good enough investment to be called a milestone.

Two years ago it was a bottle of multi-purpose disinfectant. Last year was a tie between a bottle of honey and a pair of ear-cuffs.

For this year, I'd say a pair of bath gloves is a serious nominee...

Good day!

That was fantastic. A nice outing is nice, and great friends are great. It's been awhile since I met new people, too.

And now I should retire for the night...

...but let me finish this chapter of Inferno. It's that good.

Oh I'll surely be late for tomorrow's morning outing at this rate. Ah well, it's not like they're expecting me to come on time anyway, those cute batch-mates of mine... 

Same old, same old

Hello? Dead man speaking.

Oh Ms. Irony.. how painful are thy thorns..

I could've swore I just had a mental wave of fresh optimism... over nothing. Crash and burn. That phrase kinda fascinates me, but that's NOT gonna happen to my life anytime soon.

Encouraging (however sarcastic to the core) friends, witty quotes, heck-care dogs, a bit of cleaning, random piano playing and last but not least, Faith. Never fail me. Never.

On Empathy

That really hits the spot. A critical blow. When experienced personally, the term 'shaken up' can be literal. This I just discovered a couple of hours ago. I can't really describe it... Just as one cannot accurately explain the sensation of a mental shiver in metaphysical incidents.

I don't really want to talk about the roller coaster of emotions that has been fatiguing me, so let's just say I'm empathizing with a certain inspiring character.

He's a.... good-hearted man to boot. He may be a bit of a goon, that adorable laughing stock. His tactics in work is questionable at best, laughable in essence. But when we look past the dry humors, it's obvious that his persistance stems from his complete trust in people, a notion that's neither practical nor wise in this pragmatic and twisted world, but noble nonetheless. He damn well understands how painful it is to be alone, to be secluded, to be helpless and wrongly judged. He understands that wash of relief, that revived faith and hope when, at such time, a just person can feel that he is not alone. That's the reason behind his chosen way of pro bono life, practically. It fuels his spirit when the time comes for him to drop the whole goofy act, summon his confidence and convincing charisma and embrace the truth.

He can't stand betrayal.

He endures sorrow and puts all he got into his works, but one carelessness, one small betrayal ruins it all. His life, one that he has so carefully and painstakingly built, crumbles within days. His pride turns into his shame. And the worst part? It is a fact that he indeed makes a mistake. Despite it being a trap laid by ill-intentioned people, he is the one who walks into the pitfall and down he goes. He's fully aware that his carelessness does play a part in this. For one who holds truth and justice in high regards, denial is hardly an option. Hence the truth hits him hard. He's personally shaken up. Lost. Alone.

Nevertheless, he eventually deals with it. He keeps walking through the dim path of thorny shame and patience. He finds a new light and holds it tight, determined to right the wrong, to face the complicated truth and expose it to the open air. It is a long journey and it takes a lot of time, even longer than the duration of his past glorious days. Things change along the way, and so does he. He is wounded and scarred, but he also matures even more. Growing up is indeed a fascinating experience.

And in the end, he indeed manages to return at last.

For some reasons

...I feel sad.

confu-