It's nice being around with someone
who believes in something so much
and who's interested in working things out
with me. 
 My beautiful friend <3

My Day In 3 Lines


She went to bed with the night
and wrapped herself in the stars,
hoping to forget the sun.

In this modern time, it is very convenience to have at least one "SUPER" nerd someone who know his way around the fun yet can be quite scary virtual world we're living. as for me, I get to know who had been trying to fuck me up virtually (gosh, I love how this is sounds like).
Don't bully the nerds ^_^

Have you ever wondered 
if vices and virtues 
are actually the same ideas 
being presented by differing viewpoints?

Thoughts #2

07:00 am


It is a representation of the ridiculousness of my mind that, when I miss my love to the point of laying down and sobbing and clutching pillows, I cannot but wish he were just here to hold me. To soothe me by his presence, also just to join in physical empathy.

He would indeed remedy it completely.

So on mornings like this I find myself wishing for impossibilities, because the possibilities seem almost as far away.

Good Morning Indonesia - Sleep Well Europe 

Thoughts #1

04:30 am
I take things to heart to the point where they eat away at me. Where everything is assigned some sort of meaning because every second counts. This is one of the many curses of the way I choose to live. Maybe the hidden meaning isn’t always there. Maybe so much of what I perceive as real is nothing but a figment of my imagination. I’m not sure which reality is more disheartening.

la mémoire

Just received an email that sparked a million memories, memories that I didn’t even know I was capable of remembering.

Someone Is Watching You

How easy is it to laugh at everything like as if nothing bad happened? To say that you don’t ever want to talk about it and shrug it off? To tell yourself that you’ll never think about it or that certain person ever again? Too easy, right? — Then it hits you, that very moment when you’re alone, your thoughts creep up behind you and you’re forced to succumb to the pressure of your own mind. That’s the moment when you know you’re lying to yourself; only in the solidarity of darkness can you freely admit that you have not yet been able to forget. That’s how life is. Exchanging masks throughout the day that never once shows your true self; you are hiding yourself in the deepness of the dark. But even in the dark, someone is watching you. You are granted the bliss of ignorance.

I See Something That You Don't See



YES I write. I just do it because I can’t not do it. altho none of it good but I don’t know what else to do. Nothing else consumes me.