Filed under: heart's desire
I love mornings, 6 am.
it used to be an ungodly hour, but now, it’s the only hour keeping me sane.
I loathe evenings, 5pm.
its the time that i feel farthest from you; distance and time mend together into a warp which takes you away from me.
I love bedtime, 9pm.
it gives me hope, a chance to dream. a thought knowing that when I wake up, you’ll be there.
listening to: kings of convenience – declaration of dependence album.
image by gwarf
Filed under: random updates
I am so grateful.
My Dad came back from London with a Canon 500D as my birthday present.
OH. MY. GOD.
I thought he’d buy me the 1000D, or at most, the 450D.
But he got me the 500D.
And my mom… got me another Longchamp bag.
I just crossed out two items off my eternal wishlist.
I’m seriously thankful for this. I haven’t gotten a present from them in years (more than 4 to be exact). They usually don’t like to buy me things. I usually save up for things I want to buy.
Once again, thank you daddy and mumsy! 
Filed under: self-realization
your attitude changes.
when i was younger, about the time of primary school, i would sulk. if i didn’t like something,
i’d scrunch my face into a frown. sure, i still frown, but you learn to accept things. you understand that your attitude or personality, however negative it may be, will contribute to your surroundings. i can’t sulk as i used to..that would be childish.
your perspective changes.
you used to see life from one angle. the angle of a angsty-teen or a spoiled 10 year old. empathy was a foreign word. but as you grow, you start to understand. start to put yourself in other people’s shoes. you can’t make decisions based on one-sided truths, you need to see the bigger, wider picture.
and here i am now. 22 years old. i can’t believe i have become an adult. as a kid you look at those people called “adults” and you wonder. how its like to stay up late, how its like to make money. how “adults” can sleep late yet still be the ones who are up the earliest. i remember that doe-eyed child, the 4 year old riding her tricycle in front of Marjory lane. she sold lemonade on the street of her neighbourhood, made snow angels during terrible blizzards, and looked at life in only one perspective. that kid is gone, but her memory is still alive.
