Filed under: The inexplicable things that occur, What really grinds my gears | Tags: Faith, Life, PMS-ing, Whine Whine Whine
Death Cab’s tickets are sold out, and it’s awfully frustrating for me ’cause I had the opportunity to go and the chance to buy the damn ticket, but thanks to the lack of cash, I’ve watched it slip by me. Yeah wow, thanks. I don’t care, y’guys are telling me every detail of it. Hell, record it if you can please? I’ll love you for an eternity if you do. (Not that I don’t already lah.)
In other news, Mommy killed a cockroach yesterday and I need a heck load of money for the holiday that I wanna go on next year. I really do hope my jobless status changes soon so I’ll have enough cash by then to visit Gordy and Sysy. I’ll probably be able to visit Aloy & Jor too! 
One final thing, I’m probably gonna get my period soon since I’ve been exceptionally moody and snappy. It’s probably smarter to leave me in my own bubble or risk me snapping like a crazy psychopath.
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“So you’re saying that money is more important than going for cell?” Well, it’s not like going for cell is the only way to serve God, there are plenty of other ways, though I will admit that I haven’t bothered to do anything. I’m sorry if you think I’m being awfully materialistic, though I’d like to think I’m just being realistic. I won’t deny that I’ve backslided in my faith, and that getting a job and earning the dough is more important to me currently than going for cell. While I would want to love to be able to serve Him through my daily actions and everyday life, these are just mere words of promises. Words without actions, and I’m not that foolish as to believe I can achieve much by just sitting around everyday repeating the same few sentiments like a broken radio. I do appreciate what y’guys are trying to tell me, but you’re not facing the same circumstances and I don’t think you ever have. So do me a favour, and with all due respect, zip it. Thankyou.
Filed under: The inexplicable things that occur, Through my eyes | Tags: Going loco, I dream, Life
I’ve been having awfully weird dreams. Dreams that make my sleep so much happier. Dreams that let me sleep in peace. No more nightmares. Perhaps it’s a sign. Of better days, of happier times coming. That’d be nice. I’m trying to jot down my dreams the day after. As a memory, as a note, as inspiration… I don’t really know for sure. It’s nice to know that I can wake up with a smile on my face.
I haven’t gone out to shoot anything in a long long while. I miss the thrill of whipping out the camera to play and to ooh and ahh over the results. The anxiety while waiting for my film to be processed and developed… This weekend, this weekend I’m gonna do what I’ve put off for the past month, hopefully.
Pss, I’m starting to write again. Ideas are coming back, words are pairing up and finding phrases and forming sentences in my mind. Perhaps I’ll start on a new project soon enough. Or continue from where I left off 5 years ago. I think I still have that manuscript somewhere in one of my boxes. It doesn’t matter which I do. For now, I’m just glad I’ve found my precious words again.
Side note, It makes me feel honoured that you admire me. I’ve never felt that I was worth admiring or even looking up to. Thank you DB for giving me the courage to give my words and my pictures another shot. Y’know, I was all ready to be a wimp and raise the white flag till she inspired me to suck up the self-pity and carry on ’cause I apparently inspire her. That’s a first. I love you plenty DB.
We’re not the same, dear, as we used to be.
The seasons have changed and so have we.
There was little we could say, and even less we could do
To stop the ice from getting thinner under me and you.
We bury our love in the windsory grave
Along came the snow, that was all that remained.
But we stayed by its side as the days turned to weeks
And the ice kept getting thinner with every word that we’d speak.
And when spring arrived
We were taken by surprise when the flows under our feet
Led into the sea
Nothing was left for you and me.
We’re not the same, dear,
And it seems to me
There’s more where we can go
With nothing underneath.
And it saddens me to say
But we both know, well, it’s true
That the ice was getting thinner
Under me and you.
The ice was getting thinner
Under me and you.
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Death Cab For Cutie
Filed under: Family, What really grinds my gears | Tags: Anger, Drained, Loneliness, Pain
