No.8...not love, yet

Not Love, Yet.

She stared at him as he meandered through the garden;

This was not love,

Merely attraction in full bloom,

Much like that of the glow-bugs flying around lit lanterns.

He crouched to wipe off the fallen dewdrops on his shoe;

This was not love,

Simply pure curiosity,

As when Adam was given Eve after days of solitude.

Laughing, he would tuck his curls behind his ear;

“This is not love”,

She would whisper to herself,

As though the numbers would pile up like sand in a desert.

He runs up to her to embrace her as his heart paced;

This was not love,

Which was the lie she would live with as her mantra,

Until the day she opened up to the world.

No. 7...jumbo

A piece of my memory:

“Would you be ready to stand before everyone, and set an example?”

“Yes.”

“Could you shout in front of all these people if I told you to?”

“Yes.”

“Then do it.”

I didn’t. Well, I’d waited until he’d gone first. Of course he’d shouted ‘Jumbo’ without a moment’s hesitation, which I followed pursuit. I think I saw a glimpse of who I could be that day, a preview of someone who was waiting to emerge from underneath my skin. Yet again, I’d broken a piece of my shell away.

No.6...out of time, out of energy - time to recharge

After hunting around for looseleaf paper and going through all my notes, i finally finish an assignment to find out that it's already 2am - new day! But i can't skip a post since if i do it once, i'll do it again (and more frequently).
So here's a picture instead since "a picture says a million words" (- though i would also argue otherwise), and also because i need to get my sleepy mind and butt to bed.

p.s. i must've been pretty out of it yesterday since i realised this morning that this isn't even a picture. o_o!

No.5...super short love story

(i really should stop doing this last minute before the day ends)
there's you and me, holding hands,
because we want to, because we can.

No.4...talents

i think everyone has a talent, whether it be peeling an orange like an apple or creating amazing wonders like this or this or anything in this (which btw gull, i think you should try submitting to (or could i for you?)). Overall, there are things you're good at and things you suck fail stumble at! AND THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT, in fact if a person could do everything absolutely freakin wonderfully, its possible that they would be quite uninteresting since i feel that a lot of what makes a person loveable and wonderful apart from whatever they may be good at, are their imperfections. I say this because i think the fact that people have flaws is what makes them try harder in their other areas and seeing them do that, makes them seem, well, very attractive (in most cases, i should add).

Going along with this, i came up with a lot of flaws i have, but rather than rambling about those, i'll mention the one thing that i'm probably quite good at, which would be ironing. I'm not sure why, but when it comes to ironing, i am pretty darn efficient if i may say so myself. Wow, okay, enough egotism for today >.>

But what i wanted to get at was that though you whoever 'you' are, could come up with a gazillion things you think you're bad at, i'll say come up with one thing you know you can do well - and this 'thing/talent' doesn't have to be something that people recognise or acknowledge, nor does it have to be 'big' like being able to cook multiple french recipes like a boss - and embrace that.

& let's end with photos of my cat since i have way to many stalker photos of her:

*paw attack at paparazzi aka me*

No.3...stuck in traffic

The highlight of today was getting stuck in traffic for and hour and a half, while trying to go grocery shopping, so i made the best of the time by making a crappy amateurish (not even 'ish') video on an iphone app.

No.2...optimism? pessimism?

I've thought (or perhaps i should say believed) that optimism was the way to go, or to put in other words, 'the key to success'; because if you're not optimistic about things, how are you supposed to find a way to move forward? The funny thing about this is that a) so far i haven't accomplished much i consider 'awesome' in my short life till now and b) i still have 'bad days' despite trying to go along with "always look on the bright side of life~". It might be so slow of me to realise (but at least not late) that being optimistic seems to have to go hand in hand with being pessimistic, and that whatever 'success' may be for a person, it seems to derive from happiness (the reason why i think the two go hand in hand is because being optimistic all the time is the same as pretending that there are no negative feelings inside yourself, and it's inevitable that we have them so i doubt that suppressing those feelings will get you far). Now i think 'happiness' is undefinable in the sense that people find it in so many different things whether it be reading to eating to playing video games to squishing ants. But for me, i think that whatever it is, it's from being grateful, though i guess i don't mentally say 'thank you' to each and everything that i appreciate; it's more of a subconscious act of my mind, and the build up of these small things is what makes me think 'hey, i'm happy right now'. But overall, that's the thought i've gotten to today, to be (even if subconsciously most of the time) grateful. 

This is me trying to figure out the thoughts that clump up my brain.

No.1...what i'm feeling now

Watching this video that my dear friend sent me, i realise that i am one of those people who sit around doing nothing, waiting to be inspired, and though i don't think there's anything wrong with that, i also do see how the little things we do everyday can become a mountain over time (as cliche as it sounds, 塵も積もれば山となる). So i'll write.
It's interesting that i'm doing this today, since it just so happens that i started re-reading 'Norwegian Wood' on the train today, and i stumbled upon his words "Which is why i am writing this book. To think. To understand. It just happens to be the way i'm made. I have to write things down to feel i fully comprehend them." - as much as i actually dislike his works, i've always agreed with these lines, because they convey (in quite a beautiful manner) exactly how i feel about writing in general. You can take time when you write, refine it, destroy it, blurt out everything without imposing on anything, create and discover places within yourself that you never knew existed, and overall eventually find the words that you've desperately wanted to say all along. 
And here are mine that turned out to be so simple but hard to say and truly mean: I want to write.

Hello.