Locomotion

There is a day when I woke up in the morning and feeling like I am moving in slow motion. Feeling disoriented. Like I was disconnected from my world.

At that moment I will lying on bed and wondering.

What now? What is next? How should I feel? What is going to happen?

Want to go back to dreamland. But I realized I have reality to live for. I just get out of bed. Goes through daily routine. On the other hand, the day seems surreal. Somehow… I don’t feel a day.

Weird, really weird.

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"When we were five, they asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up. Our answers were thing like astronaut, president, or in my case… princess.

When we were ten, they asked again and we answered - rock star, cowboy, or in my case, gold medalist. But now that we've grown up, they want a serious answer. Well, how 'bout this: who the hell knows?!

This isn't the time to make hard and fast decisions, its time to make mistakes. Take the wrong train and get stuck somewhere chill. Fall in love - a lot. Major in philosophy 'cause there's no way to make a career out of that. Change your mind. Then change it again, because nothing is permanent.

So make as many mistakes as you can. That way, someday, when they ask again what we want to be… we won't have to guess. We'll know."

— Jessica Stanley's Valedictorian Speech 

(Movie; Twilight Saga: Eclipse)

"Too Late"

Today I went to see "Letters to Juliet" with my sister. It was nice. Yes, I know this is a cream puff of a movie. But I enjoyed it on so many levels. This movie gives me warm feeling and a little bit shiver at the same time. A good time-killer and worth a watch if you like romantic-comedy-kind-of-movie. 

Well, I'm not going to talk about it. Because I'm not a good movie reviewer. So yeah, why on earth am I writing this?

Here's the reason: I'm tickled by the famous line in this movie. The line in which Claire tells Lorenzo "Sorry I'm late," for keeping him waiting for 50 years. And Lorenzo says, "When we speak about love, it's never too late."

Now, speaking about "too late" I want to share a beautiful poem by Charles Bukowski. Enjoy.

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there are worse things than/being alone/but it often takes decades
/to realize this/and most often /when you do/it's too late/
and there's nothing/worse/than 
too late.

So true.

When it comes to feeling, true feeling, deep down inside. Sometimes, we fool ourself. Too hard to understand. Too hard to admit. Too hard to believe. We were too afraid to take the right step. Until we realize, it's just, too much, too little, too late.

Beware!

Ps. If you are too confused to take any step and decided to wait. 

At least, just wait until it's ALMOST too late. 

I am Pissed Off

pissed |pist| vulgar slang adjective 1 (also pissed off) feeling like you can kill everyone in 1000 mile radius.

(Source: Urban Dictionary)

I know some choices just have worse consequences than others and nobody can stop me from doing anything but myself. I make all of my own decisions, even if those decisions are to do what I am told, or what people say I 'should' do. It annoys me that people need a reason for me to be the way I am. Keep complaining about the mistakes I make. 

I'm fucked up because I fucked me up because I chose to fuck me up. Not even kidding or being sarcastic here.  It's no one else's fault, but my own and I'm okay with that. So why isn't everyone else?

As I said in my previous post, "Mistakes are mine to make and I will learn from it."

So, what is wrong with making mistakes, if we could learn from it?

And by the way, stop complaining about what anyone else doing. Do work. Do you.

Peace out.

10.04 AM

Sitting beside my windows. Cloudy morning. 

I'm not seeing any sunshine shining through the cloud.

Closing my eyes, enjoying morning breeze.

A morning like this. Bringing back memories for me.

Opening my eyes. Staring into nowhere.

Seeing nothing but everything. Eerie.

Taking a trip down memory lane.

An opaque flashback.

Places. Smells. Voices. Motions. And emotions.

Laughter. Tears. Smile. Happiness. Sadness.

All feelings. And then black.

Disappear, like smoke. Without any receptacle.

Then I stuck in a sustained pause.

I want it back.

You. She. He. Them. Us.

Our time.

Everyone.

Everything.

Tihs is Czary

Just found it on Tumblr. Such a fun fact to post. Hope you enjoy! 

If yuo can raed tihs, you hvae a sgtrane mnid, too. Can you raed tihs? Olny 55 plepoe out of 100 can. I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno’t mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it whotuit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Azanmig huh? Yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt! If you can raed tihs forwrad it.

If you can read this your brain is 50% faster than those who can't. So tell me, can you read this?