Nix the Blues

Blue cupcakes always makes my day.

as if things were this simple.

i wish it was that simple.

i wish I was this simple.

a blue cupcake a day, keeps the blues away.





~ if only you are a blue cupcake.. ~

Pause and Rewind

You asked me how. i said i don't know either. sometimes we just have to believe that the good is going to come. you told me you are tired. so i told you that believing should be like breathing. it takes no effort.






~ in rare moments i forget to breath, for a split second every flicker of thoughts paused too. i'd rather have a rewind.. ~

The Space Within

There is nothing scary about choices. Scary is when you don't have a choice. sometimes when we think we aren't left with any. truth is, there are always choices.

My strange little world go passing me by

my blog was dead.. halfway revived now. probably because i've nothing interesting nor mundane to blog about for the past many weeks. or perhaps i'm experiencing what you might call a writer's block.. but im not much of a writer. perhaps i've just been darn lazy * i still have loads of pics that i hadn't upload yet, which i would, soon* or maybe i've just prefer to store everything at the back of my mind these days without jotting it down in writing.

i've kinda realize that one shouldn't post a blog on emotions before the blog dies off. if the previous post was somewhat dark and somber, whoever who read it might conclude things must had been so bitter and forlorn for her that she dies off slowly together with her blog. a slow and painful death.

or if it was ever a post so sparkling, cheery and upbeat. they might have thought.. look how elated she is. she must probably still be locked up in a deliriously rosy state that she decided to abandon her blog all together. and lived a happily ever after life somewhere.

but then again, whether you decided to leave your blog out to die in the cold hard ground or the warm summer solstice, it makes no difference.

a happy death is still a death.

*in the case of blogs, they can be dead and revived a zillion amount of times, depending on mood*