-Ernest Hemingway
Bruises and Wounds
June 30, 2009
I’m not losing grip of those memories. Even the thorns of them are making cuts on my thin hand. I would openly embrace them as if they were you. You may not understand how it feels.
Just the thought of you digs a deep hole inside my heart…
The Train Station
June 29, 2009
I’m writing this with tears dried up on my cheeks. I wish you could kiss them away. But I know you wouldn’t. I’ll just wait here until the train arrives.
The Storm Weakens…
June 25, 2009 
I admit I’m just in denial. I still love you, but i need to love myself as well. I’d like to ignore the thought of you. I need to move on, and i keep on gathering up my strength. It’s painful to think it’s over. But still, i’ll let the toughts of us live in my mind forever.
I loved you. I hate it, but i need to accept it. Loving you was a beautiful thing that happened once in my boring life.
Two cups of Coffee
June 15, 2009”You can be mad as a mad dog at the way things went; you can swear and curse the fates – but when it comes to the end, you have to let go.” Benjamin Button
Finally, I’ve exhaled it all out, and finally had let go…
Things wouldn’t be the same again, but we can all try our best to put the pieces back together. Because we value that piece of thing and we wouldn’t want to lose it.
This morning i had two cups of coffee, two big cups of coffee… with no interval between them.
It made me feel happy…
They say that the pursuit of happiness is the most ridiculous phrase, you’ll never find it if you continue to search for it…
A Little Candle in the Darkest Room of my Despair
June 4, 2009She told me it’d be okay…but still it isn’t okay.
She told me to blog it out…but still it doesn’t help.
She told me to listen to music…but it only hurts more.
I keep on crying, although not visible…my soul is crying.
They keep on telling me that this will pass, just a normal stage in life that I’d still be experiencing if I haven’t experienced it at this point…but i really want it to fast track to the moment where i would’t feel the pain.
All I can do is to endure it, closed-fist while carrying on persisting.
I keep on pretending that everything’s alright…because that’s all what I can do - to PRETEND, just as so for me not to look miserable.
I escaped the routine, I’ve wished that I could escape the routine, so God put me in here, to challenge the pretentious side of me. I pretended to be strong, so why not keep on pretending…? Doesn’t look painful, yet it still feel painful…
Chocolates, coffee, chocolates, coffee….reprisal that doesn’t make sense…helping me feel at ease in every nanosecond, but later on turns out back badly…
I want to go to the beach alone, lay on the sand, drink my favorite vodka, get drunk and scream until my voice runs out.
I want to drive and go on a roadtrip by myself, if only I could, go to places and meet lots of different people, to know them, to dance freely somewhere, where no one is watching.
I want to go to a place where no one can recognize me and from there, I’ll start all over again…
