Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Twenty Fourteen


For a year full of out-of-this-world blessings and divine interventions.
For new, mindblowing revelations.

For dream comes true moments at the age of 25.

For another year in Singapore. For nice walks and deep conversations.
For Buffon, Pirlo, and Marchisio.
For London, Paris, and New York.
For the majestic wonderland in 1000 Fifth Avenue.

For turning fabulously 26.

For Family. Friends. And You.
For all of these, I can only say, thank You. Thank You Father. Once again, thank You.

Monday, December 22, 2014

:(


Because I thought ideally, ideally. One should wait for The One, no matter how long, no matter how hard, no matter how lonely. Maybe I'm too naive to expect everyone to do the same, asshole. Okay, again, a reminder not to expect anything from people, I thought I knew. I thought I knew. Probably it is unrealistic. I'm not blaming nor asking anyone to change the past but if you ask me how I feel, honestly, I'm disappointed. And I've been spending the last 24 hours trying to convince myself that it doesn't matter. The past doesn't matter. The past doesn't matter. The past doesn't matter. The past doesn't matter. The past doesn't matter. The past doesn't matter. 

...

So if you want to help, please try.

Convince me.