Tuesday, December 22, 2015


What happens when a fragile being collides with another fragile being?

They will smash into pieces.

Thursday, December 17, 2015

10 Random Questions Part 2

1. When did you last laugh?
Some time last week I guess.

2. Do you remember why/at what?
Most likely at his silly jokes.

3. What are on the walls of the room you are in?
A caricature of Yusuff, a whiteboard with Yusuff's drawings, a whiteboard eraser, magnetic tacks, and an electricity bill on it, a mirror, and a mounted bookshelf.

4. Seen anything weird lately?

5. What do you think of this quiz?
Clearly the creator of this quiz was bored of life more than me.

6. What is the last film you saw?
Victor Frankenstein.

7. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live?
Somewhere beautiful and tax-free.

8. If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy?
I will buy you a garden, where your flowers can bloom
I will buy you a new car, perfect shiny and new
I will buy you that big house, way up in the west hills
I will buy you a new life

9. Tell me something about you that most people don't know.
I have a towel I use to clean my nose (READ: boogers) every day. Hahaha.

10. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?
I would eradicate CIGARETTES, DRUGS, and PORN.

Between Sense and Madness

True! - nervous - very, very dreadfully nervous I had been 
and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease 
had sharpened my senses - not destroyed - not dulled them. 
Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard 
all things in the heaven and the earth. I heard many 
things in hell. How then am I mad?

The Tell-Tale Heart

We've been together for 8 months, give and take. And even after all the reassuring, the convincing, the consoling, I still let myself be betrayed by my insecurities every now and then. It's like a loaded gun, waiting, anticipating, for its trigger to be pulled. I don't know why is it so easy for me to keep losing my confidence. It seems I am unable to accept or believe that I can be loved, wholeheartedly, by a kind and honest man, like him. I always feel like I don't deserve his love or that he deserves someone who can love him better, someone who is superior to me in every way; attractiveness, talents, intelligence. I always feel threatened by his female friends. Be it his best friend, his Facebook friends, his colleagues, even his female celebrity crushes. Sometimes it makes me feel like I have an issue that needs to be addressed, that needs to be treated even? I don't know. I love him, yes, I do. But this constant feeling of uncertainty, of vacillation, is killing me. I noticed that it was almost always too easy for me to say things like "Maybe we should break up," or "Maybe this isn't right," just because of my jealousy, my resentment towards other women who are and were close to him. It's killing me. It's eating me up. Sometimes I cannot wait for him to be mine, sometimes I just cannot stand to be with him. Sometimes I just want to be left alone, but at the same time I cannot stand the thought of him not wanting to be with me anymore. Am I crazy? Am I mad?

10 Random Questions Part 1

1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4.
'If I die,' said Wellington, 'please don't let me be found with my naked behind sticking up to the sky.' - A Song From Dead Lips by William Shaw. (-_-")

2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can, what can you touch?
My SpongeBob Squarepants towel that I hung under Faezah's mounted bookshelf.

3. Before you started this survey, what were you doing?

4. What is the last thing you watched on TV?

5. Without looking, guess what time it is.
3.30 PM

6. Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?
3.30 PM (shocking!!!)

7. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
The sound of the standing fan.

8. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?
Earlier. I was buying lunch.

9. Did you dream last night?
I cannot remember.

10. Do you remember your dreams?
Most of the time I do.