Monday, October 29, 2012

waiting, anticipating, pacing

I have good news to share with you. I hope you get back to me soon.
I don't know what this is, but if you tell me, I'm sure I'll understand.

Ya Allah, besarnya cabaranMu ini.
KepadaMu aku berserah. Aku redha.

Sunday, October 28, 2012

loving a love like this

“Immature people falling in love destroy each other’s freedom, create a bondage, make a prison. Mature persons in love help each other to be free; they help each other to destroy all sorts of bondages. And when love flows with freedom there is beauty. When love flows with dependence there is ugliness.

A mature person does not fall in love, he or she rises in love. Only immature people fall; they stumble and fall down in love. Somehow they were managing and standing. Now they cannot manage and they cannot stand. They were always ready to fall on the ground and to creep. They don’t have the backbone, the spine; they don’t have the integrity to stand alone.

A mature person has the integrity to stand alone. And when a mature person gives love, he or she gives without any strings attached to it. When two mature persons are in love, one of the great paradoxes of life happens, one of the most beautiful phenomena: they are together and yet tremendously alone. They are together so much that they are almost one. Two mature persons in love help each other to become more free. There is no politics involved, no diplomacy, no effort to dominate. Only freedom and love.”

— Osho 

Monday, October 22, 2012

i found her in the labyrinth


literally the best paragraph in the book, made me want to go to boarding school and meet somebody like alaska

who wouldn’t be in love with alaska young

At some point in my life, I wish I was nearly as half as interesting as Alaska Young.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Monday, October 15, 2012


Hello. Hi. Hey.

It's been raining a lot.
And the caprices of the weather reminds me of none other but myself.
I'm not saying I'm Pocahontas or I have a willow as a grandmother,
but I am easily influenced by the ambiance. The environment around me.
I can't help but cry if the skies cry too.
And I am thankful that God has blessed us with rain and the chimerical pros that come along with it.
For instance; 
Exhibit A, cuddle/sleep weather. 
Exhibit B, the eldrtichness of it all makes it depressing enough to make one feel insightful. Great weather for writers, they say.
To add to my being fatigue whenever it's rainy season, my immune system betrays me if my body's exposed to the attack of heavenly tears.
I guess it's my body's way of saying "who asked you to play under the rain all those years ago?"
Thus, making me grow from just being morose to bloody mad at myself.

For being so weak.
For being so vulnerable.
Against my will.

Sunday, October 07, 2012

niddering no more

I think it's high time that I live for myself.