Pillow Needs Me

Baked brownies with Lily & Jun, I call this our bowl of happiness

What’s worth than spending Saturday nights slamming your head against the self-convinced pillow that has an obligation to bring you comfort but in reality it couldn’t even fulfill its purpose. Don’t blame the innocent pillow for it is serving its purpose to provide you with sufficient coziness. Blame your mindless thought for always wondering off subconsciously adding heaviness and fatigue to yourself.

Kaliz, a dearie made me curry chicken 

I tend to get really annoyed and irritated when people fail to fulfill what they’ve promised in the first place. Pardon me; maybe he didn’t use the exact words such as ‘I promised’ but by declaring what a person had ought to do or wish to do and yet fail to accomplish it equally as bad as breaking a promise. I’d rather you not uttering anything and give false hope to anyone instead of proclaiming what you should have done in the first place or what you will do or anything similar to that which only guarantees temporary reassurance to you and to people around you. Untrustworthy, nuff said.

A happy chaos from a chocolate muffin

On certain thoughts that meant to be cowed at the corner just because you need time to sort if out in misery. I mean it when I say in misery because you are constantly stressing yourself over the same issue and no one else understands it because you are born a freak for suffocating those you are. Brilliant combination of being generous at the amount of care you can give someone and yet so meticulous about whether they will ever meet your expectation of loving you the way you ever love them. People tend to get tired halfway, I for once have fall into the same hole several times as I begin to open more doors for people just to give myself a chance to spare part of myself to others. Trust me, it works less than five times and that’s it. I’ve learnt my lesson, less is more; why bother about others who tend to give up on you halfway?

Origami of a  butterfly on the recent 'Mid-Autumn' festival

No, seriously. I’m at my worse mood or downfall knowing that people fail to mean what they say. It’s not funny, as a matter of fact; its fucking exasperating and upsetting because you are perplexed on whether to trust him/her ever again or not. Lesson learned: give up. My pillow needs me more than those who trusts me with words with no action.