#11 : For y’all important ppl

Nah, for you all. To brighten your day and thank you for being my friend.

Do you know;

imrantingbecause.
doyouknowwhatyoursmellmeanstomeyourtouchyourwordsandyourreactions.
iwishyoudidcosiknowhowmucheverythingmeanstoyoubutdoyouknowiknowthatallthetimetheyarehoggingyourmind.
thereisawallbetweenusandweknowitbutitwontcomedownbecausewedontallowittoo.andisaidwe.
(I like it like that cos it looks like gibberish)

All the time, all the time. The beating thing in your chest causes you problems that you never thought it would. Even Facebook updates shows how much matters of the heart mean to you. Heartbreaks, heartaches and lots of love. It’s definitely a wonderful feeling but when your heart tires,
Option 1. Hide in the toilet
Option 2. Whine to your daddy if you’re a girl; mummy if you’re a boy
Option 3. Watch a movie with the brother and irritate him.

Love is a place where we are, right now.

#10 : 20 Jan 2010

SNEAKY INDEED! and here I am snacking on MarshMallows and OnionRings on the table with stale RedBull in the fridge. Talk about Healthy Living.

I’m a Poet too

Today I attended a recital at the esplande. It was really fun and I couldn’t stop giggling at the poems she read out. She’s a friend’s friend; a wonderfully talented person, pretty too. The recital made me realise where and what I wanted to do with my life. See, I had a big problem previously. I wanted to like study design, just because I like pretty things you know. Impulsive (remember the florist!). The poems and songs just made me marvel at words, words and more words. I was like a sponge (bob square pants), absorbing. So awesome, I tell you. When at that moment you realise what you really like to do. I love language; how we string words together, how they can make or break you, how one word can convey so many different meanings. The best thing was, her poems didn’t follow that 4 or 5 word per sentence rule I learned in secondary school. So, I can be a poet too.

I’m a poet too,
because I can string words together,

I’m a poet too,
because I say I am.

I’m a poet too,
because I too love shiny shoes.

I’m a poet too,
because I love how,
I let words surround me.

I’m a poet too,
just because.

Thanks Pooja, I hearted your “I am Beautiful”. You go girl!

PEACE.
fromipaintmynailsHOTPINKwheniamupset.

#9 : 15 January 2009

Today, I saw this pretty thing that shouts: PRETTY THINGS CAN BE FOUND WHERE YOU LEAST EXPECT IT TO BE.

#8 : 11 January 2010

“I want to be a fastest, not the fastest” (Linsey, A. 1981, Chariots of Fire).
He’s cutest max, lives life to the max; and that’s what I’m going to do too.

#14 : 7 January 2010

of my hand.

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#12 : 5 January 2010

I see that nothing can be done about it. Or is there?

#11 : 3 January 2010

Today, I executed excruciating pain. It was really bad. But then I apologised. (: