i) For having a friend like you, all i can say is thanks for letting me occupy a little space in your heart. I promise I'll save a room for you to occupy in this heart of mine.

ii) It's good to be scared. It means you still have something to lose. Some days the whole world seems upside down. And then some how, and probably, and when you least expect it, the world rights itself again. Life's roller coaster. Hang tight. Take care

지친 일상에서 그 일상을 아주 잠시라도 쉬어갈 안식처가 있다는 것은

그 사람에겐 커다란 행운일거 같아...

나에겐 너와의 추억으로 인해 소중한 행복이 넘치는 이곳...

그냥 너에게 아주 작은 안식처라도 되었음 좋겠어..

힘들땐 찾아와..우리의 추억만큼 작은 안식처가 되어줄께..

네가 떠나면...항상 익숙치 않은 그리움이 가득할테지만..

God, my parents, cousins, my family, friends, photography, twitter, autumn, sunny skies, breezy days, laughing til it hurts, the feel of the sun on your skin, fiber one bars, ice cream, california rolls, making snow angels, water, piano, slow music, rainbows, old people, babies, hugs, smiles, pixar films, love songs, Onitsuka Tiger's shoe, kittens, long summer days, beaches, pastel color, Nikon, Photoshop, traveling, mom's cooking, potato pizza, colored socks, dad's words of wisdoms, cookies, football, soft tone, inside jokes, stars & space, day dreaming, good books, pocket ball, not getting a joke til 5 minutes later, recycling, getting hyper, creative ideas, nature, bokeh, juice, flowers, depth of field, bubbles, family barbecues, & this may be cliché to say, but ... you : ♥

Kekata yang ringkas dan manis itu, berhantu. Ia bermain-main dalam mindaku. Tidak mahu keluar walau di halau. Malah lebih kurang canggung untuk terus bergantungan dan terngiang-ngiang.

It supposed to be a beautiful morning:

- The rain has washed away the physical misery of the world. No haze, no unsightly grime, only clean air, and mist covered valleys and lush green vista as far as the eyes can see.

- I slept early last night around 3 am. Had a troubled free sleep, no nightmare, and no wayward dreams.

But my heart can't feel the beauty, my eyes stared unseeing and my soul remained silent.

I remember when you lost your head

sometimes I wonder how you stay so sad

when you're so beautiful

I remember every word you said

How you were scared because you'd never been

Somewhere so beautiful

i) when we are hurting, why is it so hard for us to tell the person responsible that they've hurt us. is it misguided pride? is it the need to not appear as pathetic? is it the confusing joy of cleansing tears? or is it the burning wonder of feeling your own soul suffers? why..and while we play this blaséful nonchalant game, blithely angst-ridden dance to the tune of our hearts' sorrowful ballad, our souls continue to bleed. is it worth it to appear strong when in the inside every fiber of your being is crying out for something to soothe the pain.

ii) I've somehow dislocated my brain and then my shoulder over the weekend. Am recovering but still feeling very sore right now. *if only i can whack my own head without feeling the tenderness of the joint, i would feel better.. such silliness...sish...Need to sit in my corner to lick my wound, learning to be comfortable being uncomfortable..

We love different things and different people, and sometimes it is hard to understand why other people love the things they do. But at the end of the day we are all united by one fact: our little hearts can get broken by those we love, and they often do. And when they do, we can't help but sing about it.

Thank you for the time - the talking, laughs, stares, serious advices, openness of to accept who I am, being receptive enough to make jokes, the nice teeth, beautiful skin, the undone hair, the memories, the avoidance of saying "I'm keeping away our past back into my mind, and I don't want to talk about it. But I know we had it good", and almost the same warmth and stir of air like when we were used to be together. Thank you. Thank you.

Last night, I just realized how much I missed you. How much our fate and life have separated us apart all this while. And I*, thank you for the call to check on me, whether I have reached my hostel or not. It was decently thoughtful.

to be cruel in order to be kind

somehow it does not sound as sagely or as clever (as you had perceived it) when you are the one at the receiving ends...

i) Dia dalam pencarian yang tiada hujung. Berpandu kompas yang dia sendiri kemudi, jalannya tidak pasti. Rasa yang tertelap dalam dirinya, tidak tertilik oleh kekata yang timbul di halaman ini. Dia kejar mentari, untuk hanya sedar ia cuma mimpi. Dia tepuk hatinya, mengangin citarasanya, agar terbuang hampas perasaan yang berselindung di sebalik nafsu dan keseronokan sementara. Dia ingin tahu, adakah ini yang dia mahu?

tidak juga.

ii) What else can I say? Forgive me for all that may hurt you. For promises that I have not kept tight. For good intentions that have been misunderstood. For all the wrongdoings and all the right that went wrong

Every thing does happen for a reason,

and they all happen at the time they’re supposed to.

Whether it’s a bad thing that we should take as a lesson,

or a good thing that we then take as blessings.