Saturday, August 28, 2010

trust me

“You can never really know someone completely. That’s why it’s the most terrifying thing in the world, really—taking someone on faith, hoping they’ll take you on faith too. It’s such a precarious balance, It’s a wonder we do it at all.”

Sunday, August 15, 2010


i don't want u to come home

because u bring with u a whole lot of secrets and lies

The Truth Is Born In Strange Places

Joan of Arc came back as a little girl in Japan, and her father told her to stop listening to her imaginary friends.

Elvis was born again in a small village in Sudan, he died hungry, age 9, never knowing what a guitar was.

Michelangelo was drafted into the military at age 18 in Korea, he painted his face black with shoe polish and learned to kill.

Jackson Pollock got told to stop making a mess, somewhere in Russia.

Hemingway, to this day, writes DVD instruction manuals somewhere in China. He's an old man on a factory line. You wouldn't recognise him.

Gandhi was born to a wealthy stockbroker in New York. He never forgave the world after his father threw himself from his office window, on the 21st floor.

And everyone, somewhere, is someone, if we only give them a chance.

via iwrotethisforyou

Tuesday, August 03, 2010


we are all weird, just that some of our weirdness is more acceptable than the others.

tt's what my p6 teacher told her kids.

so true. so so true

it's a few months ago since an asshole dropped the bombshell

n i still can't get over it.

maybe for once in my life, i have to keep secrets from my family.

i had to deal with this alone

i can't stand it when u try so hard to look like u're a part of us while in the end while in the end, nothing is real. nothing at all

i can't wake up knowing it's not a dream

Sunday, August 01, 2010

nthing is easy.

n really, we can't complain. every job has it's ups n downs. it is just another subset of life.

u are always busy

too busy to care

i wonder if u will ever care