where is this sun you speak of?

You have no control over other people's opinion; other people's feelings. You have no control over the way they dress; their style. You have no control over how they should react; how they should respond. You have no control over who they must like; who they should love.

Photo taken from Amazon Last night, on Christmas Eve, everyone got so crazy, wild and happy including me. Now, it's Christmas already and everyone are still sleepy. It's afternoon, a quarter to three, and the rain is pouring slightly; seems like a blessing on a Christmas Day. Everything feels calm and easy. I love it. Listening to Sondre Lerche is just perfect on a cold weather. Plus, a cup of coffee makes it better. I am in love with all his songs. I'm listening only to his Duper Sessions album though but if I find time, I will check out all his albums. I love you, Sondre. P.S. I love you, Sondre. Even more that I can take off my clothes slowly in front of you as long as you don't stop singing.

You are sitting beside a guy in front of me. Not knowing that we are looking at your panty. They look so cute and adorable, you see. It makes us giggle for eternity. Hahahaha gross. I wrote this during a one-day affair with four seminars to attend. I know I should have listened to the third speaker but we barely heard what she was saying. So we helped ourselves by having fun in our seats and pretended we were listening (I bet most of the people at the back did the same, too!). My seatmates and I played games on paper. It was fun! (not the cheating on the speaker part but the paper thing.) P.S. I've been pretty bad this year, Santa. Am I getting anything at all?  Merry Christmas! :)

I love receiving and giving letters to friends. If giving letters to strangers is not creepy, I would have given a couple of them some letters! But then I don't want to be that kind of creep, so I guess those who are close to my heart are very lucky to have me. Hahaha just kidding. :P I went through each of my things, one by one, even these letters kept inside a big envelope. I don't want to be show-y but I can't help but share all the letters I received over the years to the internet. The letters aren't shown for you to read what's in it so I guess it isn't show-y at all (except for the second photo). Plus, nobody goes to my blog everyday to read what I post anyway, so it's okay! :) I was 8 years old when I wrote this. Actually, I gave my siblings and my parents a Valentine's letter each. Found this in my sister's envelope of letters. I kept this to myself because she's in Dubai now and I don't want to lose it.  My best friend is r...

The thrill in knowing you still have something to smile about even if most of the things that surround you make you frown. It's Christmas! Merry Christmas, internet. :')

You have the power, I have nothing. When I'm done here, you'll be forgotten.

As I get older, I notice the things that I thought was easy to deal with now become the things I could not even understand. It gets complicated in the long run that I want to give up and run away with it. I could have cheated on myself. I may have ran away from responsibilities, but I always make sure I am not hurting anything even myself. What I'm saying is, I always get away from what's in reality and reconnect to things I used to enjoy back in the days. School stuff is always right here on my desk, I could go back when I want to. You see, I am not really happy with what is going on with my life as a student but I am not also giving up on it. [If you're an engineering student, you'd understand] Maybe cheating from these school work responsibilities is okay. Maybe I need something to work on aside from it. Something to reconnect to. Well, honestly, I have tried reconnecting to things I used to enjoy back when I was younger. These are just some of the things I used ...

This entry turned out to be lengthy so I decided to put up a photo for it though I'm not sure if you'll get it but it seems that this very cute Tarsier seemed like not caring about me taking a picture of him/her. Which KIND OF speaks the whole thing in this entry. Again, kind of. :P You don't really have to agree but sometimes we limit ourselves to ordinary things because we are too afraid of everyone talking about us when we start doing extraordinary things. Especially when we fail at it. We are too afraid to try. We want to do this but what if we fail? What would others say? What would their opinion be? Sure, people would say you can do it next time, you did your best, you need to try harder. Others would definitely say something bad about you like, why would you force yourself to do that when you know you really can't ... at all? These things are inevitable. Most especially when you are trying to do the extraordinary. All these things, good vibes an...