Written Words: Seventh

The moon, shrouded by the ashes, could no longer give guidance to the obsidian bird.

The Obsidian joined the fire instead.

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She throws glitter at her friends to remind them that is how she sees them in her eyes.

Because each of her friends is beautiful, unique and has an important position in her heart. She couldn't live without any of them.

Written Words: Second

Just live the moment.


There are two ways I handle my deadlines. Either I be a procrastination queen, throwing my tasks to the back of my mind like throwing waste paper into a bin, convincing myself that ignorance is bliss, or I freak out and start to micromanage my time to the minutes, ended up getting nothing done because my plan just lacks flexibility; one delay will cause a domino effect to all the other tasks.
So if you are reading this, please don't try to be me. The only thing this will do is to make you stress. What I am trying to do now is to be more conscious of what I am doing right now. Keep asking yourself whether what you are doing at the moment will lead you closer to your goal. Hopefully, then we can both get something done in the end.

Nonetheless with all the work, we all need some relaxation, right? I just want to share a really embarrassing incident happened to me yesterday. I assume you all know what a four-wheel drive is, but clearly I didn't. I could never manage to remember the car models. When I was told to follow the "four wheel drive" earlier, I got really confused, and responded, "Isn't every car four-wheeled?" My friend just laughed for a whole minute until he told me he was referring to the model of the car. Apparently I have taken it too literally.

I'm such a car idiot.

Written Words: First

Sometimes I ask myself: If I was not born, and I am yet to be a member in the cosmo, what would happen then? If I am not born into this world, there would be nothing that could cause distress to me, but at a cost of sacrificing the happy moments I could have.

I do not hate life. In fact, I love that it is bumpy once in a while, so that there would be a contrast, to act as a reminder of how much goodness we could get from it. What would happen though, if I was not gifted to this existence. Would I be free?

I wish I could find out myself.