Ted : ...It's like I'm trying to preserve something that's already gone
Marshall : Preserving something that's already gone. Sounds like environmental law.
Ted : I don't know. We struggle so hard to hold on to these things that we know are going to disappear eventually. And that's really noble. But even if you save every rain forest from being turned into a parking lot, well, then where are you going to park your car?How I Met Your Mother, S01E17
Live Among The Gorillas
Oh Well
How am I doing these days?
Nothing much, really.
Nothing much, really.
- I'm okay.
- My feet touches the ground.
- I eat a lot, four times a day sometimes, not to mention the sodas and the teas.
- Mostly I pay attention in classes.
- I sign in rather a lot to WLM.
- I read people's tweets when I'm bored.
- I constantly find myself craving for frozen yogurt and sushi, but having difficulties in fulfilling it.
- My recently played song is most likely be Lenka's
- My cursing is getting worse by days and I'm trying to fix it.
- I try to just be impulsive cause apparently, it feels good.
A Tearaway
The thing about a heartbreak is that, of course, it hurts. The tears may run dry, but the pain, stays. There will be a time when the only thing that walks you to your sleep is your tear. But then you'll wake up in the middle of the night, and the first thing that crosses your mind and heart will be the pain, again. Then it'll be hard for you to get back to sleep, cause your brain is busy playing your certain pieces of memory with a certain person constantly be the center of the scene. That's when your heart aches, a lot. You started to cry again, just so your eyes will be weary enough to get you back to sleep.
Then the morning comes... It may be hard for you to get up, to face the day differently, independently. Maybe your tears will come out again, so will the pain. You're hurt, and emotionally left with no options.
You'll try to start to build a part of your so-called little world back. There will be a moment when it feels like the pieces are finally completing each other, but it'll only take a second, a smile of a certain someone that your brain flashes you, for it to fall right apart again. Then you'll start from scratch, over and over again.
You're in such a pain, everything aches. You share with your friends, but that’s just as far as how it can get. You don’t really spill the core of your heart out, simply cause you don’t think they’ll understand how much it aches. They give you hugs, but only a very few feels real. You waited till your day’s done to cry, cause they expect you to get better. You’re trying, but it doesn’t get you too far.
Erasing every little trace of the memory seems impossible, and you're not sure whether you can do it. You’re trapped, you can’t seem to let go, but to keep on holding to every bit of the past hurts too much. You want things to go back to the way they used to, but you’re not sure if it’s worth fighting for, not if it will end with the same pain as it does right until this second.
It’s your first cut, it’s the deepest. It’s not a breakup, it's a heartbreak.
Then the morning comes... It may be hard for you to get up, to face the day differently, independently. Maybe your tears will come out again, so will the pain. You're hurt, and emotionally left with no options.
You'll try to start to build a part of your so-called little world back. There will be a moment when it feels like the pieces are finally completing each other, but it'll only take a second, a smile of a certain someone that your brain flashes you, for it to fall right apart again. Then you'll start from scratch, over and over again.
You're in such a pain, everything aches. You share with your friends, but that’s just as far as how it can get. You don’t really spill the core of your heart out, simply cause you don’t think they’ll understand how much it aches. They give you hugs, but only a very few feels real. You waited till your day’s done to cry, cause they expect you to get better. You’re trying, but it doesn’t get you too far.
Erasing every little trace of the memory seems impossible, and you're not sure whether you can do it. You’re trapped, you can’t seem to let go, but to keep on holding to every bit of the past hurts too much. You want things to go back to the way they used to, but you’re not sure if it’s worth fighting for, not if it will end with the same pain as it does right until this second.
It’s your first cut, it’s the deepest. It’s not a breakup, it's a heartbreak.
Everything Will Be Okay
Sorry for not being around, I'm busy building a huge tall wall that keeps on collapsing over and over again each time I catch a breath--thinking at last it's completely build.
Diving deep, I'll write more when the sun greets me.
Have a nice day :-)
You'd Want to Know This
There was a study done where a control group of 100 people were divided into two.
50 people watched very funny, tears-of laughter type movie.
50 watched a very sad and tears of compassion type movie.
At the end of the sessions researchers collected the "happy tears" and the "sad tears" with eye droppers.
They found that "happy tears" are made up of brine, salt water and not a great deal else.
However the "sad tears" were found to contain the very same chemicals and enzymes that are found in tumors, ulcers and other such lumps and bumps and sicknesses through out the body.
This test concluded that the body, when crying in sadness etc is literally flushing out all of the toxic-chemicals that accumulate and are a part of the sadness/heartache experience.
Therefore if one holds back those tears, those toxic-waters will find somewhere else to deposit themselves and prolonged lack-of-crying-release will guarantee that the body will accumulate a huge amount of internal pollution and toxicity that should have been released through the tears.
Is it any wonder that the eyes sting so much when we hold back our tears?
No wonder men die earlier than women.
50 people watched very funny, tears-of laughter type movie.
50 watched a very sad and tears of compassion type movie.
At the end of the sessions researchers collected the "happy tears" and the "sad tears" with eye droppers.
They found that "happy tears" are made up of brine, salt water and not a great deal else.
However the "sad tears" were found to contain the very same chemicals and enzymes that are found in tumors, ulcers and other such lumps and bumps and sicknesses through out the body.
This test concluded that the body, when crying in sadness etc is literally flushing out all of the toxic-chemicals that accumulate and are a part of the sadness/heartache experience.
Therefore if one holds back those tears, those toxic-waters will find somewhere else to deposit themselves and prolonged lack-of-crying-release will guarantee that the body will accumulate a huge amount of internal pollution and toxicity that should have been released through the tears.
Is it any wonder that the eyes sting so much when we hold back our tears?
No wonder men die earlier than women.
Cry your heart out when you are sad, lonely, alone, depressed,
and any other not-so-good emotion. It's good for your health, apparently.
Reposted from here
What Hides Behind Your Back
You know that you might have had helped someone and don't even know it? As weird as it sounds, it's possible. So keep spreading the words, keep talking, keep saying what you heart feels true, cause that may just be that something that someone out there really needs. Perhaps they don't talk back to you, but they thank you, deep down in their hearts, they really do.
"You might have saved someone's life, and don't even know it."
"You might have saved someone's life, and don't even know it."
Shot by Rachmat Lianda
A Bouquet of Anemone
I'm emotionally tired these days. Trapped in a situation but too scared to take a step forward and make things up. A situation I might not explain in public cause I pity myself too much for having it I'm embarrassed. Something I can't share even with people that understand me the most.
I try to be busy, try to loosen my mind off by focusing on other subject. But really, I got to admit that this sucks. I'm not good at not being emotional, I'm not good at not over-thinking stuffs, I'm not good at bearing pain... I really feel like crying, I just realised how lonely I actually am.
...And I'm sad that I just found out how wonderful MJ's voice is after he's gone.
I try to be busy, try to loosen my mind off by focusing on other subject. But really, I got to admit that this sucks. I'm not good at not being emotional, I'm not good at not over-thinking stuffs, I'm not good at bearing pain... I really feel like crying, I just realised how lonely I actually am.
...And I'm sad that I just found out how wonderful MJ's voice is after he's gone.
Shot by Rachmat Lianda
25 Random Things Of Me
...If you're interested. Eh I mean, whatever, here they are;
If you have time why don't you write your own version of the list? I'd love to read it, really.
- I have my point of view changed by certain TV Series.
- My current favourite place to dine is Sushi Tei.
- I've actually made several attempts to write a novel.
- I'm craving for killer heels at the moment.
- I'm afraid of getting new haircut.
- My favourite line from Seabear's I Sing I Swim is "You left your winter clothes and your teeth marks in my skin". Especially the teeth marks part :--)
- I can't sleep with the lights on.
- My braces stopped me from nail biting, I used to do it a lot.
- I haven't watch Harry Potter's 5th series.
- I hate the word tweeople. No offense, I just hate it.
- I'm afraid I'm not as smart as I thought I am.
- I love it that Peter Doherty pronounces things unclearly.
- I'm getting sick of chicken nuggets.
- Grocery and book stores excite me.
- If I really have to choose, I'll pick mineral water over Cola.
- I'm good at DDR.
- I suck at taking care of my stuffs but I get emotionally involved with them easily.
- I did remember all--I mean all-- lyrics to Green Day's songs, but they slowly slip away nowadays.
- Truthfully I kind of like how my family is at the moment and I'm not sure if I want it to change--but it's definitely going to.
- Some people have mistaken me as a smoker because of my voice. Really.
- And some thought I dye my hair cause apparently its color turns to reddish purple under the expose of the sun.
- I like the song Silent Night though I'm a moslem. I wonder if that's okay :--/
- Waking up with an unread Good-Morning text from my boyfriend makes me happy.
- A long long night drive with my boyfriend will be pleasant :--}
- I love romantic stories no matter how cheesy they are.
If you have time why don't you write your own version of the list? I'd love to read it, really.
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