Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Moved again.

http://ihatetowait.blogspot.com

inspired by LJ. (slow LJ)

Saturday, August 16, 2008

I'm skipping town

http://inlight-ecstasy.livejournal.com

It is time.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Finally!

Blogger FTW!!! LJ doesn't allow me to upload photos I don't know why the hell!

Finally - newer photos!




bliss.

in love, there always exist this invisible line - the one of which we smile to our mobile phone when a message comes. the one where we can stare into our partners' eye in awe and wonder somehow since when did we really fall in love?

and that is bliss.

after bliss, stablity comes. and i cant wait for everyday to come as I fall even more in love with him.


maybe i'm ready to open the livejournal to people, maybe. just maybe.

*inlight-ecstasy

Monday, August 11, 2008

:/

As the saying goes, once bitten twice shy.

The greatest sacrifice in love is letting the person go in search of their own happiness.

Being a kid.

Livejournal is down... Or is it my connection? Anyway, I just reached home.

We had one of those days last night where my mom insisted I've been staying out too much and that I spend the whole day out - not caring at all that I have a home. Bong had her dad screaming at her as well.

Well, I guess this is a natural parents' instinct. When they think they're kid has been out too much, or hasn't returned home in ages, they tend to suddenly grab onto you tightly and want you to stay home. I won't say I'm upset my mom is doing this because I know she means well, but sometimes I'd like to think that I "zhi you fen chun" (is that even correct?) meaning to say I know my own limits. That part of it she doesn't have to worry. At the end of the day, as long as I'm not lying or doing any illegal activities, she pretty much knows my days are out with Jam.

Only - parents' still tend to take for granted that they know their kid is safe because they still want to shelter them from the dark dark world until as long as they can.

Thursday, August 7, 2008

Harsh reality

Sometimes, I find myself a little more harsher than the normal person. I get angry easily and the words that sprout out of my mouth during these angry moments aren't the nicest or sweetest words around. I could have chosen to use gentler words in the event of an argument but when push comes to shove, I normally refuse to. Only because I want to reiterate how I feel. In fact, sometimes, the emphasis I put on those deep, hurting words can really make a person dumbfounded.

Maybe I ought to choose better words the next time a conflict arise. Perhaps this would make me a happier person OR it'd lessen the enemies I have made over the years.