‘Love is a temporary madness; it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of eternal passion. That is just being in love, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Those that truly love have roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree and not two.' - littleteaspoon
♥ 2:39 AM

“I said that the world is absurd, but I was too hasty. This world in itself is not reasonable, that is all that can be said. But what is absurd is the confrontation of this irrational and the wild longing for clarity whose call echoes in the human heart. The absurd depends as much on man as on the world. For the moment it is all that links them together. It binds them to one to the other as only hatred can weld two creatures together. This is all I can discern clearly in this measureless universe where my adventure takes place.”
— Albert Camus


how much is too much?
how much is too little?
what is deserving of a person?
what is undeserving of a person?

we are often torn between holding back and letting go,
not knowing how much is enough.
are we holding back to weaken ourselves,
to show how well we can subdue our carnal selves.
or are we holding back just to undergo the sheer joy of self-torture,
to shortchange ourselves just to give us a satisfactory feeling that we are accomplishing something.

yes,God sees our heart.
so when do we know we are holding back too much?
when do we know we need to let go?
like breathing, we never know what is the rightful amount to breathe in,
we just breathe.
there is no rightful amount of sacrifice needed to get our prayers answered.
God isn't a redemption counter where our prayers get answered according to the amount of stuff we deprive ourselves of.
two men praying for the same thing might both get their prayer answered even though one fasted and prayed more than the other.
however, we tend to convince ourselves that the more i give, the more i sacrifice, the more God will bless me.
little did we realise that maybe at a certain point,in the midst of our sacrificing,we might have crossed the line.


'Naked I came from my mother's womb,
and naked shall i return there.
The Lord gave, and the Lord has taken away;
Blessed be the name of the Lord.'


true.
but God never intended for us to totally abstain from everything He has blessed us with.
or he wouldn't have blessed us in the first place.

so how much is enough?


i'm estranged by my own confusion.
♥ 1:50 AM

For the call from the other half of the world,though i had to throw a big fuss out of it.

For the calls.

For the well wishes through sms and bbm.

For the well wishes through fb and twitter.

I can't thank You enough.

You made turning twenty two seem like such a blessing.

Thank You.



♥ 1:07 AM

“Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get — only what you are expecting to give — which is everything. What you will receive in return varies. But it really has no connection with what you give. You give because you love and cannot help giving.”
— Katharine Hepburn


assumptions.
expectations.

two things life would be better without.
the channels of bitterness,
the source of gloom.
some might say it signifies trust,
others say it propels people to a better tomorrow.
but more often than not,
it leads us to a state of nothingness,
where irrational demands birth forth when we have absolutely no clue what we want anymore,
or perhaps what we want is just to throw a tantrum or two,
or wreak some havoc.

funny how love can make a normal day seem brighter,
and then again make a normal day seem gloomier too.

every victory leads to an obstacle of higher difficulty,greater pain.
to love with no assumptions,
to give with no expectations.
is this really possible?

steer my eyes from the gutter and keep me looking at the stars.
♥ 7:53 PM

♥ 6:13 PM

“Closing your eyes isn’t going to change anything. Nothing’s going to disappear just because you can’t see what’s going on. In fact, things will be even worse the next time you open your eyes. That’s the kind of world we live in, Mr Nakata. Keep your eyes wide open. Only a coward closes his eyes. Closing your eyes and plugging up your ears won’t make time stand still.”
— Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami


a bowl of fish noodles,
with or without coconut milk,
with or without vegetables,
still is edible.
honestly, it doesn't really make a difference in the way it tastes with or without these.
the only difference is perhaps,
it's colourless.

injections always seem painful,
cause we are by default drugged with the thought that injections are painful.
that's why the sight of the needle and the whole torturing process of it coming nearer to your skin is more painful than it is in your skin.
on the other hand,
when a papercut happens,you feel a slit in your skin,and it doesn't seem like anything big,
but give it a minute or so and you can feel the stinging pain that follows,
and the pain you feel is greater than what you expected out of it.

how i wish what i am experiencing is an injection instead of a papercut.
♥ 5:56 PM

and yes, i mean it.
♥ 5:46 PM