❥ be your superwoman;

Changes.

2014-10-16T00:20:00.000+08:00

Change is a funny thing, not everyone can handle it. It can sneak up on you. Things aren’t what they use to be. The whole world is transformed. You realize the ground beneath you has shifted. Things are uncertain and there’s no turning back. The world around you is different now. Unrecognizable, and there is nothing you can do about it. You’re stuck and the future is starring you in the face and you’re not sure you like what you see. Like I said, I’m not big into change.

- Grey's Anatomy

I am back.

2014-10-15T20:10:00.001+08:00

After soooo long, I'm finally updating my already dead blog. So yeah, suppppppp?

How's everyone and everything? For me, things have been going uh, okay but not so okay, and great but not that great. If you know what I mean :3 But yeah, I actually have a life now, so I don't blog as much anymore. Heck, I hardly even tweet too. Good thing? Bad thing? Hmmm.

Anyways, I've been kinda thinking about this thing for some time now and I don't really know what to do about it. See, I've graduated and I'm practically jobless and lazy at the moment. I don't know what to do with my life now except eating, sleeping, and chilling all day. I'm living in a small city where I think is still under-developed. There's no attractive jobs, and I don't wanna get a crappy job (especially when it has nothing to do with what I've studied). So my question is, if you were me, what would you do? Go for a very normal and typical job, or just continue relaxing while slowly finding for the job that I think would suit me?

*sostressedimpullingmyhairandbitingmynails*
*justkidding* *imjustjumpingaround*

Keep holding on;

2013-09-25T11:16:00.002+08:00

"Love is someone seeing the beauty in you and wanting to be with you. Love is not guaranteed. We are not owed in love. That’s why when we get it, we don’t always know how lucky we are to have it, too often we take for granted something that is so dear and through loss could only be realized that it is something worth holding on to. Here’s the thing: There’s nothing more rewarding in this world than knowing that you’re being understood. Someone is seeing all of you and accepting it as is."

I'm back! I think.

2013-04-03T14:48:00.001+08:00

So, I haven't been blogging since 123456789 years ago. And I apologize. I became so busy once I entered university that I didn't really have the chance to blog. But there are days when I could've blogged, but I didn't because I was too lazy. And I have a Twitter account, so I'd rather tweet. Cause it's much easier.

Anyways, I'm gonna try and make a comeback. Try to put in some effort and blog a bit. Especially during occasions and whatnot. So yeah, wish me luck people. :D

Our thoughts;

2012-08-04T08:34:00.000+08:00

"Your memory is a monster; you forget, it doesn’t. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you, and summons them to your recall with a will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you."

- John Irving

2012-08-03T13:29:00.004+08:00

"Suffering has been stronger than all other teaching, and has taught me to understand what your heart used to be. I have been bent and broken, but - I hope - into a better shape."

- Charles Dickens

2012-06-29T19:27:00.000+08:00

This happens all the time;

2012-06-26T20:24:00.000+08:00

There are moments in our lives when we find ourselves at a crossroad, afraid, confused, without a roadmap. The choices we make in those moments can define the rest of our days. Of course when faced with the unknown, most of us prefer to turn around and go back.

- Lucas Scott, One Tree Hill

Still stuck in the time;

2012-06-17T19:59:00.000+08:00

If you’re feeling frightened about what comes next, don’t be. Embrace the uncertainty. Allow it to lead you places. Be brave as it challenges you to exercise both your heart and your mind as you create your own path towards happiness, don’t waste time with regret. Spin wildly into your next action. Enjoy the present, each moment, as it comes; because you’ll never get another one quite like it. And if you should ever look up and find yourself lost, simply take a breath and start over. Retrace your steps and go back to the purest place in your heart… where your hope lives. You’ll find your way again.

If it feels all right;

2012-05-29T19:54:00.000+08:00

It’s a little bit horrifying just how quickly everything can fall to crap. Sometimes it takes a huge loss to remind you of who you care about the most. Sometimes you find yourself becoming stronger as a result; wiser, better equipped to deal with the next disaster that comes along. Sometimes, but not always.

YOLO;

2012-05-17T13:33:00.000+08:00

I think life should be about touching the lives of people around us. Making a difference. Accepting people for who they are, going out of our way to help others, and loving with all that we’ve got. Sometimes all it takes is one simple gesture, and we can put a smile on someone’s face and make them feel less alone. That is what we should live for, because when we’re gone from this world, we can’t take anything with us. All that’s left are the people whose lives you touched, and the difference you’ve made while you were here. So make this life count, because you don’t get a second chance.

This, is your life;

2012-04-02T21:49:00.000+08:00

In life you are the author of your own book. Writing in pen doesn’t come out so easily. When you make a mistake you can’t just erase it and pretend as if nothing happened. You can always try to cover it up with white out, but it’s still there. Forget it, just turn the page over and have a fresh start. Remember your mistake from before, this is the time to make things right.

You're happier than before;

2012-03-28T13:30:00.000+08:00

There’s always at least one person; the one great friend that comes along having you convinced that nothing bad will ever happen to or get in the way of your friendship. Then comes the day when you two start drifting apart to the point where it seems like neither of you know each other anymore.

What goes around, comes around.

2012-03-05T12:13:00.002+08:00

One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.

Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn’t look safe; he looked poor and hungry.

He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was those chills which only fear can put in you.

He said, “I’m here to help you, ma’am. Why don’t you wait in the car where it’s warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson.”

Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt.

As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn’t thank him enough for coming to her aid.

Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Bryan never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty, who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way.

He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, “And think of me.”

He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.

A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn’t erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan.

After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin.

There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: “You don’t owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I’m helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you.”

Under the napkin were four more $100 bills.

Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard….

She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, “Everything’s going to be all right. I love you, Bryan Anderson.”

Smile, because it's free.

2012-03-04T20:43:00.000+08:00

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour a day to drain the fluids from his lungs. His bed was next to the room’s only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.

The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. And every afternoon when the man in the bed next to the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed would live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the outside world. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake, the man had said. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Lovers walked arm in arm amid flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man could not hear the band, he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Unexpectedly, an alien thought entered his head: Why should he have all the pleasure of seeing everything while I never get to see anything? It didn’t seem fair. As the thought fermented, the man felt ashamed at first. But as the days passed and he missed seeing more sights, his envy eroded into resentment and soon turned him sour. He began to brood and found himself unable to sleep. He should be by that window – and that thought now controlled his life.

Late one night, as he lay staring at the ceiling, the man by the window began to cough. He was choking on the fluid in his lungs. The other man watched in the dimly lit room as the struggling man by the window groped for the button to call for help. Listening from across the room, he never moved, never pushed his own button which would have brought the nurse running. In less than five minutes, the coughing and choking stopped, along with the sound of breathing. Now, there was only silence–deathly silence.

The following morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths. When she found the lifeless body of the man by the window, she was saddened and called the hospital attendant to take it away–no words, no fuss. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it all himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall.

Moral of the story:

The pursuit of happiness is a matter of choice…it is a positive attitude we consciously choose to express. It is not a gift that gets delivered to our doorstep each morning, nor does it come through the window. And I am certain that our circumstances are just a small part of what makes us joyful. If we wait for them to get just right, we will never find lasting joy.

The pursuit of happiness is an inward journey. Our minds are like programs, awaiting the code that will determine behaviors; like bank vaults awaiting our deposits. If we regularly deposit positive, encouraging, and uplifting thoughts, if we continue to bite our lips just before we begin to grumble and complain, if we shoot down that seemingly harmless negative thought as it germinates, we will find that there is much to rejoice about.

Found this story while looking for short stories with moral values. Interesting and meaningful one, and I hope everyone understands that happiness is actually part of the journey; it's not a destination. And to whoever is reading this, have a great week ahead! :))

Listen to your heart;

2012-02-04T21:30:00.000+08:00

You can seek the advice of others, surround yourself with trusted advisors. But in the end, the decision is always yours - and yours alone. And when it’s time to act and you’re all alone, with your back against the wall, the only voice that matters is the voice in your head. The one telling you what you probably already knew. The one’s that almost always right.

- Grey's Anatomy

2012-01-19T23:05:00.001+08:00

2012-01-19T22:57:00.003+08:00

I think it’s brave to try to be happy. You’ve gotten so comfortable being unhappy. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to wake up in the morning and choose to be happy, to let the water wash everything away?

- Pushing Daisies

Don't let the past define who you are.

2012-01-18T06:51:00.000+08:00

It doesn't matter how tough we are, trauma always leaves a scar. It follows us home, it changes our lives. Trauma messes everybody up, but maybe that’s the point. All the pain and the fear and the crap, maybe going through all that is what keeps us moving forward. It’s what pushes us. Maybe we have to get a little messed up before we can step up.

- Grey's Anatomy

& I'm leavin'

2012-01-11T21:30:00.000+08:00

You take for granted what you have and you can’t take it with you when you die. There is never enough and you will always want more. No matter how much you learn, no matter how much you earn, you are still yourself and exactly as close to the edge as where you began. And all you can ever learn is what you already know. You will always want to know what the ending is, but you can’t because you’re dead. Dear God, I’m on my knees before you. the words are on their knees. Ready to go. All the words. All the words. The ending is words.

- Go Now by Richard Hell

2011-12-29T21:39:00.003+08:00

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every single day.

2011-12-21T21:21:00.000+08:00

I stay up just late enough until I am just exhausted enough that I can fall into my bed and sink into immediate slumber. Because I can’t stand lying in a bed in a dark room alone with just my thoughts for so many hours and hours.

*sigh

2011-12-20T09:20:00.000+08:00

So maybe forever ended a lot sooner than I thought it would and maybe we didn’t leave off on the right note, and maybe we’re not going to have another chance to get it right, but I just want you to know that the times we had meant the world to me, and even though they’re over now, I would never trade them for anything.

what i'd say to you on our wedding.

2011-12-20T08:07:00.000+08:00

"May you never steal, lie, or cheat. But if you must steal, then steal away my sorrows; and if you must lie, lie with me all the nights of my life; and if you must cheat, then please cheat death because I couldn’t live a day without you."

— Leap Year

A thousand lies;

2011-12-14T23:20:00.000+08:00

As human beings we can always try to do better, to be better, to re-write a wrong even if it feels irreversible. Of course, “I’m sorry” doesn’t always cut it. Maybe because we use it so many different ways: as a weapon, as an excuse. But when we are really sorry. When we use it right. When we mean it. When actions say what words never can. When we get it right, “I’m sorry” is perfect. When we get it right, “I’m sorry” is redemption.

- Grey’s Anatomy