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[1: 1,380 of 10,000] I Am So Scared

In Journal on December 5, 2014 at 3:04 PM

I’m scared because I don’t know how will I do it but I know inside my heart that I got to do something wonderful if I want to be striving to be alive. I kept myself in the mud for a long time that I am unclear of my dreams anymore. The basic run down, I know I want to be happy, fulfilled, purposeful, and surrounded with the right people.

I am scared that I will trust people too fast again that I get my heart broken all over with disappointments for not being revered the way I hoped and longed for. My head couldn’t focused with the right materials because I am imprisoned with my doubts and demons.

I have to act, I got to move, I got to be brave, and yes I have to pour my heart in again.

Work At Home

[1: 1,379 of 10,000] Forgiveness Is Powerful

In Article on December 5, 2014 at 2:36 PM

Forgive_To_Forget_by_jeffrey

I think people who truly forgive are saints. It’s freaking difficult. It’s hard to say it’s okay and then you remember why you were mad at a person in the first place then the mind gets disoriented and emotions gets shabby pissed.

I kept repeating that I shall forgive myself and him. I kept insisting that I should not judge. I kept stopping myself to stop cursing. I kept trying to forget because I know karma is a bitch. I am trying every strength that I have to wish all of them well.

I want to move on. I want to be happy and living my dream. I want to forgive and forget.

[1: 1,378 of 10,000] Brave Heart

In Poem on December 3, 2014 at 9:57 PM

I laid my heart open

Naked

Vulnerable

Suddenly you cared

It grows

Sparkled

Then you step on it

Break it

Hurt it

I left

I recovered

Smiled again

And let my heart open

Taking chances

Being brave

Okay

 

 

[1: 1,377 of 10,000] How To Be Parisian

In Review on December 3, 2014 at 7:18 AM

how-to-be-parisian-wherever-you-areI can’t believe I read a book in one seating from cover to cover again.

I was at Kinokuniya yesterday and picked-up “How to be a Parisian,” sat on a wooden chair with a book shelf to rest my back, and enjoyed pages after pages.

I am fascinated about Parisian, especially women with distinct arrogance and confidence (maybe because I felt like one) and loads of mystery. If men cheats and will never be caught admitting it; I will never be vulnerable to a man who doesn’t deserve my truth.

The book is witty, honest, revealing, and I love the inserts of photos, humour, and everything in between. It looked like a polished scrapbook made by elegant 4 Parisians.

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[1: 1,376 of 10,000] I Have 2 Sisters

In Article on December 2, 2014 at 12:02 PM

Sisters

This postcard above says, “We are sisters. If I am mad at someone, you are mad at them too. End of story.” made me live with two separate lives because I have 2 sisters and one of them is mad at the other. I couldn’t choose a side, I thought I could but couldn’t.

I am the eldest and I use to be the strict and their enemy for being bossy. They used to be best of friends and then the middle child married somebody we really couldn’t approve of and the youngster was crazily mad. I couldn’t understand how 2 people I both love couldn’t love one another further to look beyond things they couldn’t control.

Love is really about appreciating that a rose has thorns; wait let me elaborate a single rose has so many thorns. It should be in our vocabulary to be kind, be forgiving, and unless the person is not a family member or a truly dear friend we couldn’t be part of, should be endured to keep the relation last a lifetime. Hating will only torture and bruise the heart.

I pray that baby sissy will soon realize her other big sissy loves her. One day and forever.

Update, 8 August 2018

My sissies made up and today in our group chat there were funny exchanges. Ahhh love, thank you for entering into our family space.

[1: 1,375 of 10,000] Where I Am Right Now

In Journal on December 2, 2014 at 10:38 AM

Dubai Mall

Today is holiday in United Arab Emirates. The young country is celebrating it’s 43rd national day. I am now at Starbucks (after a toffee nut latte and cheese croissant for breakfast, I am taking advantage of their table and chairs – me and my bags are properly seated) at Dubai Mall (using the mall’s wifi, enjoying the sound of cascading water, and watching the people around me) and blogging (contemplating my happiness – big deal!). I am in my floral top, bright happy shorts, and Havaianas slippers (talking about relaxing outfit fit for home, the mall is my playground the whole day).

I could do this all throughout my life. Go to different places just to stir my imagination. Get lost with the music playing and serenading my starving soul in the loudest beats my ear drums could take.  I want this life and see people smiling, enjoying the mundane of daily life. It’s pretty cute to see the parents getting their drinks with their cute kids who were treated with sugary lollipop (no I am not contemplating motherhood! not yet anyway).

I need to be inspired because I am supposed to come up with amazing wordings for a smart ass card. My business partner expects me to deliver and I am meeting her for lunch. Where is my muse?

[1: 1,374 of 10,000] Why The Obsession?

In Journal on December 2, 2014 at 10:03 AM

I am obsessed about obsessing.

Heightening simple things into a dramatic splendour.

Happy DecemberWith that danger, I better focus my energy to the beautiful things beginning this December, my favourite amongst the 12 months because 3 of my beloved celebrate their birthday starting from my Mom (RIP), my baby Sissy, and how wouldn’t I be ecstatic of my saviour Jesus.

It’s a good decision of instead of repeatedly suffering for the wrong thoughts, replaying how things could have been, I may actually just be jolly, shut off the negativity, and be uplifted with the perfect beautiful things. For the first time for a long time, I was dreaming about the future, scary but optimistic, and it needed my attention now.

This is really discipline, be stubborn to go after what is right, what doesn’t destruct me from what I believe, and be okay for the things I couldn’t control.

Hello positivity, I see you.

[1: 1,373 of 10,000] Bloom

In Poem on December 1, 2014 at 7:23 AM

Bloom

Bloom

Smile

See the beaming sunlight

Appreciate the glowing flower

Wave back to the cheery bright sky

Hum with your favourite tunes

Forgive

Do your best

Be compassionate

You are breathing

Capable of smiling

Able to type a blog

Smile

Bloom

[1: 1,372 of 10,000] The Ending of The Story

In Article on November 30, 2014 at 7:07 AM

It’s almost the end of the year again and I am so tempted to see a fortune teller to find out the future, how it will begin, and how it’ll end – ‘irony’ or simply to find out if I will survive happily.

The End

It’s funny how I longed to know the future before it really happened, before I have even lived it, instead of just enjoying the ride, the adventure of now. Like a blackboard and a chalk, life really doesn’t end, we erase and write again, what counts is how we live the now, how do we react now, and how do we give out our smile, our joy, and our optimism for the greater good. How good bye right now is fitting and not to be scared of seeing things that would remind me of the pain.

I am currently scared of anything that reminds me of his name, his nationality, his mistress’ nationality, the decisions he influenced, the brand that he gave, and so I focus to the good and not to despise everything that connects to him because when I start entertaining new experience and new people, my attention will surely shift. Life is too beautiful to be miserable.

[1: 1,371 of 10,000] My 2 Favourite Sounds Coming Out From My Body

In Article on November 28, 2014 at 8:38 AM

Not the growling hungry tummy nor the fart! Although the fart has a different story for nurses who care for their patients, trust me they are grateful for that sound despite the smell.

bubblesbathI like the sound of my heartbeat especially if I am enjoying a bubble bath and my ears were submerged in the water. I like it more when it beats regularly, relaxed, and enjoying the moment of silence and serenity.

The second sound and a very important contagious act is my honest and sincerest laugh. I enjoy enjoying. It makes me very happy when I hear the sound of my heart bursting with joy through laughters.

What’s your favourite sound coming out from your glorious body?