February 2012
23 posts
You know someone means alot to you if their mood...
either that or they are really just too damn irritating.
I'm sick and tired of this shit
so don’t expect me to be there for you in 10 years time. 10 years later i’m sure you’ll understand the mean of you reap what you sow.
period.
My valentines day rose is about to dry up );
And Maybe in Cyberspace
dearoldlove:
Unfortunately we were great only on paper.
It’s not that you didn’t have hidden intentions, but well —your intentions were well hidden.
One year went by in the blink of an eye.
it felt like yesterday when i went to bed crying, doubting myself, asking myself why, what happened. it felt like yesterday when i went to work hoping you’ll pop by to surprise me. it felt like yesterday when nothing i did seemed to cheer me up.
but 1 year has passed. 13 February 2012
I was cleaning my room for cny, i found the letters i wrote to you and found the soft toy you gave me. ...
14-2-12=0
Today’s date says it’s okay not to celebrate valentines.
Rawr.
I’ve decided to just be happy and live my life not gonna disappoint myself by
having hopes on anyone and anything.
New chapter.
I do not pray for an easy job, I pray for challenges but above all god, I pray that you give me strength to overcome and handle all situations be it good or bad.
I'm confused.
Your words confuse me.
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January 2012
77 posts
“I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness.”
—
Anaïs Nin
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Truce.?
You know what. Fuck it. I’ll make the first move to salvage the friendship. I still care too much.
the masochist theory
helloinfinite:
I guess I’ll always be drawn to the Dark, the Vulnerable, the Pain… because anything less than that isn’t worth it.
I have only one life and it is too short to live life making the right, safe choices. Of course, it’d be great if what I want is safe. But if what I what I want isn’t then the only way is to crash and burn - heads first.
Rule of thumb: If it makes me feel alive, it...
Balls
N: *Holding a ball gown* How i wish we had balls.
J: WUTTTTTTT. Why would you want balls.???
N: omg
J: * saw the gown* OH. BALLS.
When taw suggested to talk on the phone i was actually glad. I had tons to tell him. But I waited for his call till i fell asleep and when i woke up, a part of me gave up.
The shy extrovert.
We were both bored and we decided to head out to he 24 hour shopping center with everything you can possibly think of and bought a whole load of random stuff.
We headed back to the car with no 2nd location in mind. The first 5mins were spend thinking of places to go but we ended up at staying in the car for the next 2 hours. Playing cards, doing forfeits then talking about feelings.
From...
The difference between Religion and the Gospel
RELIGION: I obey, therefore I’m accepted.
THE GOSPEL: I’m accepted, therefore I obey.
RELIGION: Motivation is based on fear and insecurity.
THE GOSPEL: Motivation is based on grateful joy.
RELIGION: I obey God in order to get things from God.
THE GOSPEL: I obey God to get to God, to delight and resemble him.
RELIGION: When circumstances in my life go wrong, I am angry at God or myself, since I believe, like Job’s friends that anyone who is good deserves a comfortable life.
THE GOSPEL: When circumstances in my life go wrong, I struggle but I know all my punishment fell on Jesus and that while he may allow this for my training, he will exercise his fatherly love within my trial.
RELIGION: When I am criticized, I am furious or devastated because it is critical that I think of myself as a "good person." Threats to that self-image must be destroyed at all costs.
THE GOSPEL: When I am criticized, I can take it. I struggle, but it is not critical for me to think of myself as a "good person." My identity is not built on my record or my performance, but on God’s love for me in Christ.
RELIGION: My prayer life consists largely of petition and only heats up when I am in a time of need. My main purpose in prayer is control of my environment.
THE GOSPEL: My prayer life consists of generous stretches of praise and adoration. My main purpose is fellowship with God.
RELIGION: My self-view swings between two poles: If and when I am living up to my standards, I feel confident, but then I am prone to be proud and unsympathetic to failing people. If and when I am not living up to standards, I feel insecure, inadequate, and not confident. I feel like a failure.
THE GOSPEL: My self-view is not based on a view of myself as a moral achiever. In Christ I am “simul iustus et peccator”—simultaneously sinful and yet accepted in Christ. I am so bad he had to die for me and I am so loved he was glad to die for me. This leads me to deeper and deeper humility and confidence at the same time, neither swaggering nor sniveling.
RELIGION: My identity and self-worth are based mainly on how hard I work or how moral I am, and so I must look down on those I perceive as lazy or immoral. I disdain and feel superior to "the other."
THE GOSPEL: My identity and self-worth are centered on the one who died for his enemies and who was excluded from the city for me. I am saved by sheer grace, so I can’t look down on those who believe or practice something different from me. It is only by grace that I am what I am. I have no inner need to win arguments.
RELIGION: Since I look to my own pedigree or performance for my spiritual acceptability, my heart manufactures idols. It may be my talents, my moral record, my personal discipline, my social status, etc. I absolutely have to have them so they serve as my main hope, meaning, happiness, security, and significance, regardless of what I say I believe about God.
THE GOSPEL: I have many good things in my life: family, work, spiritual disciplines, etc. But none of these good things is an ultimate end for me. None of them is something I absolutely have to have, so there is a limit to how much anxiety, bitterness, and despondency such things can inflict on me when they are threatened and lost.
Basic Courtesty
It’s amazing how people on the train can make eye contact with the elderly/ injured and not give up their seat. It’s bad enough if you act blur/ pretend to sleep but it’s worst when you make direct eye contact with the elderly/ injured while your ass is still being glued onto the priority seat.
I know you’re tired;
But isn’t it basic courtesy to stand and give up...
Man
I honestly do not and I repeat DO NOT need a boy in my life. What I want is a man. Period.