It’s crazy how your words have done a good job at entangling me to this idea of yours. “We’ll live together in San Francisco, just you and me”.
Look, I know how crazy I seem, but maybe that’s what I am. Maybe those nights of my mind subconsciously turning it’s main thought towards you, isn’t a sign. And maybe my drive to not give up on you, and us, is nothing but a puppy chasing its tail. So where does that lead me? I honestly don’t know.
If anything, I feel more confused since our recent contact. I feel like it directed me to turn 180 and look at the path we once had, the path that I undeniably want. It’s as if the memories of the days where we spent together are trying to replay itself, adding unnecessary moments that we didn’t share, making the idea of you a little more sweet than it actually is. What we are, is how the saying goes, “the fruit taste better when stolen”. The idea of us is better stolen from the memories of the past, than the future-which doesn’t seem promising. Now, doesn’t that sound bittersweet?
12:15 am • 9 September 2012
I wonder if the insects that get electrocuted before hitting the night lamp feel the utmost joy before it’s death. They have this attraction to such a luminous object, that they will foolishly succumb to their end. It must be trancelike feeling so engrossed to the light, magnified 1000x more than necessary.
If you think about it, it’s a forbidden love. There isn’t, or there shouldn’t be, any intentions of hurting someone. But, past forward to the doomed couple, there’s more tears in the shower than actual water.
2:11 am • 7 September 2012
This may sound funny, but for this past year or so, I’ve been holding on to this hope-it’s minuscule, but highly effective. This hope led me to believe of the favored future, the one I was excited for, and, as much as I think highly of myself, i must confess, it’s led me feeling like a stone.
Imagine this glorious grey stone in a river soooo blue that the relfection of the sky only illuminates the trees greener with clarity. It lives the pleasant life with its radiating acceptance with the changing flow of the river, filled with excited energy. Now, don’t ebb away from the fact this stone knows it lives a full life, but like me, that stone has hope for its “favored future” in that specific spot.
Looking from the outside in, I would applaud at the striving energy for that pocket of hope, but I would also suggest that there might be different area in this massive river that HIGHLY fulfills it’s ambition there.
I’m sorry Hope, I won this time.
2:41 am • 5 September 2012 • 1 note
This in my one minute or so speech “about myself” that I made circa 2010 Junior Year in Mr. Cheli’s class.
Hello my name is Jezza Mei Orpia, and I am IN DEPENDENT. Not “she got her own thing, that’s why I love her Miss Independent”.
I’m in-dependent of my parents who has, is and will continue to provide me with all the necessities in life. I’m in-dependent of my cousins who are the ears when I need the comfort. I’m in-dependent of my brother who gives me words of wisdom when I need to listen. I’m in-dependent to the Lord Almighty who has given me the opportunity to wake up this morning.
But most importantly, I’m in-dependent of myself because in the end, I don’t need anyone to call me beautiful in the morning because I know I am.
I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T do you know what that means?
2:07 am • 5 September 2012 • 2 notes
I took my time to write this, so I will not let it go to waste because yelp is being difficult at the moment.
As a person who uses Yelp to help satisfy my hunger, I don’t think many people would be as adventurous to trying new food places without this app! Yelp has definitely changed my perspective towards unfamiliar grounds, when it comes to the location, of such peculiar or quaint restaurants.
If more people were to actively use Yelp, we would have a more accurate review; instead of reading either the food fanatic or the very picky eater, whom I would have punched a million times in my head if I was their waitress, we would have more of an agreement. But keep in mind, each individual has a different palette, meaning each person has a unique sense of what food they crave for or food that they detest. Therefore, don’t believe everything you read.
1:55 am • 5 September 2012 • 1 note
I am gonna keep this short and quaint.
Alex and I spent 30 minutes searching both our cars (b/c I “luckily” didn’t lock my car) for my keys, which was in the ignition-the whole time. I think this is the dumbest thing I’ve done all summer.
3:19 am • 4 September 2012
Is it just me, or does that look like floating beacon?
12:38 am • 4 September 2012 • 17,083 notes
I think the best topic that people can learn from is an experience people would be surprised to hear. whether it be family, friends or unheard of experiences that happened, it truly opens up people’s eyes. It kinda let’s people feel less vulnerable because they realize that other people have been in deeper situations, which, consequently, boosts their self esteem. Nobody wants to feel victimize of having such a tougher life compared to everybody, because then you would feel like an outcast- and, apparently, it’s socially looked down upon. But what people fail to realize, is that 1. Everybody has felt like an outcast once (and if you haven’t..you’re lying) 2. Being an outcast means that you willingly or unwillingly stood out for once- and now it’s a new crave to go against the norm! Wow!
My point is, there needs to be more honest people in the world
12:37 am • 4 September 2012 • 1 note
You know you have a good friend if they don’t care you smoke before you enter their house. *keeper.
2:33 am • 16 August 2012 • 1 note