Where there is injury, pardon

So lately I've been running a blog again, aside from Tumblr, and it's a school project related blog.

It's exciting, but disconcerting at the same time. The fact that I'm writing post after post that will go into my grades is still foreign for me. As for my personal thought recorder though, of course it's been going into something else. 

Where there is error, truth.

I've been thinking here and there, re-thinking a few stuffs, revisiting several milestones. I may have changed a bit - in a few months time I'll need a new haircut, and I've been through several cycle of maintenances, made bits of mental adjustments here and there. 

But in the end, I still want to be a person who stays after all. Sometimes it's harder, you know - staying put and holding the front. 

But some people need that. Some people would always need that - heck, even I do. I do like that tiny patch of peace of mind. A comforting ideal that there is somewhere, in which a friend will surely give you a warm welcome with a fresh pot of hot drink ready at bay if you ever knock at their door. 

I want to be one such person. 

Where there is doubt, faith.

I thought that was obvious enough.

That reminds me. There is a story I haven't found a suitable title for. How do you pick a name for your own diary anyway?

Where there is despair, hope.

"Tell me you are here to stay
In this crazy mixed up world
And we can still make it right"
"On Your Way Home" - the Hiatus.


Where there is darkness, light.
And where there is sadness, joy.

Empty chairs and empty tables

Sometimes, I just don't want to go. I don't feel like going. 

The food here is warm. The blanket is warm. And people get to grow with their parents, and silly friends. Sometimes we go out and have warm dinner. There's no need to question how we are going to rank in the hierarchy of the world. 

There is no need to cry over questions.

I'm worse at what I do best

Another cold shoulder is just what I need. What can I say? Facing it is what I'm good at.

But show me kindness and I'd just crumble into sea foam and salty tears.

And for this gift I feel blessed.

On your way home

"Wake up
Wake up
We are sleeping off the booze
Give up
Give up
Feel no magic in this room

You said her eyes were green
And she dealt the cards out face up
You said it's always
All-in, in her mind"

On Your Way Home - the Hiatus

Because when you're taking a stride, you take it one step at a time.

:)

Thank you

Thank you so much.

"He"

 At the beginning, he taught me to find myself - pushed me to start my own journey, even when it started with a chase towards something else.

Later on, he taught me to be beautiful. To be kind, to be a light and a bringer of smiles.

Next, he taught me to be strong.

Recently he taught me to be motherly. To nurture and to be tactful beyond ordinary senses. To be able to handle the both ends of the spectrum of emotions of others and still looking up and forward.

What curious creatures, this half of humanity! Some teach by example, others by expectations. But when you wake up and somehow the dots are visible enough to be connected, you wonder where the line will bring you next

On (not) Feeling Content with Isolation

Those adorable bunch of people - adorables. Really. Interacting with them, somehow, reminds me that there are a lot of things out there. Big things. Bigger things. A lot of people. A lot more of people. Absolutely much more that the things I have here. 

This thought, this very concept, is exactly the thing I simply can't afford to forget, among other things, such as to feel bored when I'm running in circle, or when I'm stuck in one place for far too long.

I am a traveler, for God's sake. Of all things, I musn't forget to move, to walk and to live on.