Noted and Forgotten

It has been a long time since I have been able to keep silent like this.Words barely make it out of my mouth.I am subscribing more to monologues in my head.I somehow find pleasure in doing so.Its like i am discovering my old self back again.An exciting ordeal.The environment of Grandma's house has always been conducive for my reading marathons.I am able to think more and fully immerse in the world of literature. Now,I dread going back to college as i feel much safer here.This place is like a safe bunker that protects me from the outside world.In this place i am elusive to their influences.Coming back to Malacca gives an impression of a child scrambling back to its mother's arms and nestling against her chest.Only after coming back here,I finally realized that my heart have been longing for this place.My once restless heart is now at peace, and more joyful.It hums a tune of tranquility.This unexpected flood of peace surprises me as I hadn't seen it coming.Hopefully,I will be

Look ahead of you, what do you see? Uncertainty. Look behind you, what do you see? Failures and successes. Look at the spot you're standing on, what do you see? An opportunity to set things right. =D

Such graceful gestures, such gentle expression, such abundance of compassion, such tenderness, such warmth, and forbearance, comes only from a delicate heart... A heart of a woman..

Here is my last call, before you fall, I am stretching my arm forward to catch you, Don't turn me down,even if there is distrust Don't refrain..... This is not an attempt to deceive you, I may have let you down many times before, but for just this one time, do gain the strength to trust me, just another chance, one last chance before we say goodbye.

Even when knowing something is wrong and so against the norm,we tend to commit ourselves to actions,habits and issues that are presented as taboos among us.Why do we commit to wrongdoing even with all the conscience and rationale screaming to alarm us in our heads.We are aware of the after effect guilt.It eats up your heart spiritually.

Son las cinco'e la mañana y yo no he dormido nada.......El insomnio es mi castigo