the secret island.
Saturday, December 26, 2009 11:43 AM
"Stories are, in one way or another, mirrors.
We use them to explain to ourselves how the world works or how it doesn't work.
Like mirrors, stories prepare us for the day to come.
They distract us from the things in the darkness."
today,is boxing day,a day after christmas and i should be shopping. )):
because,usually,boxing day,there will lots of sale going around here & there.
but unfortunately,i couldn't afford all that luxury right now,for i am broke.
so,being the goody two shoes i am,i shall stay put at home... jeez.
for the first time ever in my life,i was home on christmas & boxing day?!!
but that,i shall not dampen my spirits.. i will not be home on new year's eve.
because then,would that be outrageously ridiculous & i wouldn't want to,
spend my whole of 2010 being alone with no one there by my side.. )))):
5 more days before the start of something new,something contemporary.
You fell in love with someone because of the tilt of his smile,
or because he could make you laugh, or in this case,
because he made you believe you were the only one who could save him.
today,out of curiosity, i went and look at the god's daily message on fb..
conventionally,he's always right and sometimes,it made me cry so much.
not because i loathe what it has to say,it's because it is concordant with facts.
it says,"it's time to stop going through the motions of living & start living,
are you willing to do that now? or are you going to wait until all life energy,
drains out of you & your loved ones who are trying to support you,
at this very moment?" he's right. he's accurate. that's what i'm doing. =/
from right now on,i have particularly,a few more days before a new year.
it's time for a fresh start,to start anew,to stop all this that i am having..
but,who am i kidding right? i need time. time to heal. time to swallow it.
with time,comes healing and after that,it would all be admissible. i hope.
ya allah,i know you're there. please,help me through this hard times...
Life is too ironic to fully understand.
It takes sadness to know what happiness is.
Noise to appreciate silence.
and absence to value presence.
"Stories are, in one way or another, mirrors. 
