29.6.12

I don't know what to say, but it's good to see people like you. Busy, yet own a good freaky sense of humor. In order to be a better place, I assume the world needs more people like you. A happy-go-lucky control freak.

24.6.12

Tremendeously

God bless people with huge love, like you.
I twitted it several minutes a go. Did I feel too much for simple words? Some people really have it. Love. Immense one. Beautiful. Source of pain? No, love should never make you feel that way. It helps you to rise every morning. Flourishing glimpse of color when you close your eyes. Making you feel happy or happier. Love, it is. Should be like that. At least for me.

And God bless people with huge love, like you.

20.6.12

Holiday Plans

Sounds fun? Definitely it will be. Lately spending my time busier on college stuffs and real life rather than blogging. Been busy posting on my beauty blog, too! Have you visit SPLENDORE?<3
So, what do we have here for 3 months happy-go-lucky holiday?
Fyi, from the earlier time of this holiday, I've watched every each movie that was released in the movies. I've gone to several malls (yeah, you know) to shop (what else?) and for sure eat loveliest food (nah).
There are certain plans for this holiday!
1. DRIVING, yes. Literally.
2. Posting on my beauty blog regularly, do some good reviews, and tutorials.
3. Ace the short term period and get As hihihi
4. Going to the gym, toning muscles, and stay slim
5. Looking for several projects that might be fun, making short movies, probably?

And no traveling I guess for this holiday, since on September I will have one ;-p
What's yours? Tell please tell.

5.6.12

Wanting

taken from here
Moments engaged. I remember drip of your sweat in a humid Saturday afternoon.
In a crowded place.
Now about longing in a scene of holding hands and laughter dropping around.
I relinquished your absence.
Was it good anyway?
If seeing you were a constant severe pain, then would keeping your charm harm me the same?
Shattering picture of yours, inside this obscured memory.
I loathe how it erodes my happiness, leave a thick flaky bitterness.
Nonetheless, I can feel a little scrub of wholesome.
Luscious. Still.

We are too happy to get lost, too smart to re-do reckless stuffs, too grown up to act like young adults.
Apart of how dense sweetness it diffuses, it works like saccharine. Too much will hurt the throat.
Sensitivity and rationality do not work.
Love is blind-shit. Love is bull-shit.
Or is it you?


Or is it me wishing too much?

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