Monday, February 28, 2011

Procrastination (Part of Growing Up)

As you can clearly see, my motivation to blog has died tremendously. I am lost in my own realm where I feel that the necessity to share pictures with the virtual world is no longer useful, or in other words, it's part of growing up. Every single day of my life has become one word: Responsibility. And I thought having a new career would allow me to have more time to explore my creativity.

Indeed it has, but in other ways behind closed doors. I have begun to walk away from the virtual life I used to live when I was younger. My whole perception of things around me has become the unthinkable (pun intended, prolly only one person would understand this) and I haven't posted any pictures of myself in a long while.

This is all part of growing up.

P.s. I finally purchased the long awaited portable grand piano I wanted (to make up for my broken home piano), you can imagine where most my time is gonna be spent at.

Appointment at 6.30pm later, gotta run~


Monday, February 21, 2011

Maybe, love

If I were to tell someone about my life today, I could do it in a way that would make them think me a brave, happy, independent woman. Rubbish: I am not even allowed to mention the only word that is more important than the eleven minutes - love.
All my life, I thought of love as some kind of voluntary enslavement. Well, that's a lie: freedom only exists when love is present. The person who feels freest, is the person who loves most wholeheartedly.

And the person who loves wholeheartedly feels free.

That is why, regardless of what I might experience, do or learn, nothing makes sense. I hope this time passes quickly, so that I can resume my search for myself - in the form of a man who understands me and does not make me suffer.

But what am I saying? In love, no one can harm anyone else; we are each of us responsible for our own feelings and cannot blame someone else for what we feel.

It hurt when I lost each of the various men I fell in love with. Now, though, I am convinced that no one loses anyone, because no one owns anyone.

That is the true experience of freedom: having the most important thing in the world without owning it.

— Paulo Coelho, Eleven Minutes

Thursday, February 17, 2011


Having a series of nightmare consecutively is just tiring me out. Draining, yes. When I am awake, I've to fight the challenge around me. And when i shut my eyes, I am still fighting a battle in my sleep. So this boils down to the question of what's the point in staying awake; alive.

I foresee myself having a very long war to conquer ahead.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

This CNY

Nothing more perfect than being home (asleep), and watching a good film.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011


Just one before I take the next challenge. I wanna be Alicia's backup singer and travel with her for all her shows (wishful thinking). Will be thinking of x. :)