150831.

Time has long gone drifted by

and it's been forever since

I land here again to share little bits

of what I think are right and wrong.

I don't think I'll linger here anymore

because I have found my 

bearings once again.

On my own, I know where

I'm going and I know what
I'm doing, and I'm taking
absolute responsibility for my actions
and spoken thoughts.

I'll leave this up to here,

and I don't know when I'll come back,

but when I do,

you may or may not

expect me to change my mindset

in the things revolving around us

because this is who I am

and I'll keep it this way

until both you and I are sick of it.

Thank you for reading my

poured statements

and I'm always sorry if

my words stabbed you hard

somewhere deep within.

Just like you, I am imperfect

and I make mistakes anytime

and anywhere, but I

reflect and I try to be better.

It's been a lovely journey here

and I'm so glad to be able to

experience this world for so long.

I am alive,

I am well,

and I am happy.

Until then, take care

and goodbye.

♔

150831.

You cannot tell a girl off after she bought her very first two pairs of Tempos. She had worn it during
the daylight and night, conscious, restless and a little bit ashamed. But for the first time in a while, she
had been very confident, ultimately sure, and obviously proud of something she always think she
lacks and dislikes. You cannot scold her without knowing the reason why she suddenly bought them
without your (or anyone else's) consent. She had been sick of her own insecurities, and if she tells you
this, you cannot claim her statement as something idiotic or childish because you never know how it
feels to be thigh-shamed ever since her childhood. You never know because you don't even care about

it; you never know because she never tells you about it. Why not? She knows that you'll think they're
stupid and that she's been self-centered. It's never wrong to be self-centered about self-esteem once in a
while, and yet you, as someone who is so close and so dear for her, never tell her this because you

always think it's irrelevant. But it actually is because you never know how she once had severe suicidal
thoughts and yet she never tells you this (as ever) because she's sorry for you. The Tempos didn't do
her wrong; she never wore it anywhere but her own sanctuary, and she found love in the hatred she has
for her own body. You never know because all you (and everyone else) can ever think of is how
free-spirited she is and that she doesn't know how to take care of herself. Yes, it's true. She doesn't
because nobody teaches her how to love her own body the way it is. It's sad because it's usually
someone as important as you who would encourage others like her to love themselves. This is
something you always do; you'd scold her and get furious at her when she sometimes does things you
(and everyone else) dislike, but you never try to find out the reasons why she did them. She didn't do
them out of blind thirst; she did them to let go of her insecurities. She's teaching herself things which
you (and everyone else) never do because she knows that you (and everyone else) will never teach her
a thing since they're deemed unimportant and time-wasting.  It lasted for only three days and three

nights, halted by hushed malicious whispers behind her back and a lot more nonsensical scolding from

you, but she had been the happiest and the most confident then. You (and everyone else) obviously
don't know this, but her Tempos literally saved her sanity and life.

♔

150421.

"You seem bored all the time."
Let's be real, I couldn't agree less.

I'm not exactly bored too,

I always knew that something is missing.

Every days have no schedule,

every days have no prior plans.

Every days are flawless

and perfect

and I am always thankful for them.

Waking up, eating, attending classes,

hanging out with the squad,

interacting with people,

lots and lots of praying,

dreaming and hoping,

smiling, laughing,

mourning, frowning,

reading books, writing out thoughts,

watching Studio Ghibli movies,

go shopping with the

prettiest girls on the block,

taking showers and lifetime baths,

cuddling cats, more praying and wishing,

contemplating things, sleeping.

Everything and everyone I see everyday are the

same old kinds, the same old stuffs, the same

old friends and families, the same old.

They're monotonous and constant and stable,

and yet I want more.

I don't want rocky roads or rollercoaster rides,

I want more sparks to the fire,

more stars and clouds on my night and day skies,

I just want more.

I am in desperate need of someone completely new,

who has no absolute connections

to the people I know

for so long, who will completely

sweep me off my feet

by surprise, who will effortlessly

scrape me off the concrete,

who has the ability

to show me something different

and something I have never experienced before.

I just want to find that

missing chip of puzzle

and use it to improve myself as a person,

use it for other people's benefits,

use it to help myself

and help others,

use it not merely as a stepping stone to success

but as a chance to experience

an experience.

Will you help me look for it, too?

Pretty please?

♔