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Wednesday, May 28, 2014

#216 Nak dekat setahun lupa nak countdown.



I am confused.
Am I happy? 

Or I force my self to be happy so that I can live a normal life?







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Clap along if you know what happiness is to you. 

If you feel like that's that's what you wanna do. 

216 days is nearin'. Stay focus. I guess my countdown isn't accurate. Nasik tambah ler jwbnyaaaa. Hehehe
But who cares, it's my life anyway.




Yours  truly,
A lady with a dual personality disorder - theTwins





XOXO




Tuesday, February 04, 2014

Lovely.



Willing myself to sleep at 2 am. A question that quite times stumbled in my mind, do we meet others for a purpose? I’m still a little concerned to know if people meet others for a purpose and whether or not all people make a difference in people’s lives. Lately, the issue has caught my eye again. I know that many people feel that people do meet others for a purpose but not all people know what the purpose itself is. When someone makes a difference in someone else's life they become meaningful to them as well. I mean that even a small acquaintance can leave us in the memories of that particular person for the rest of our life time. People do have a particular part to play in our lives and it’s all destined! One never knows when he or she bumps into that special someone in their life; it can be on a street, or in a bus, in a plane, or by accident. But then sometimes I think that our destiny is tied with these people. If we have to meet someone, circumstances turn in such a way that our fate makes us stand right in front of that person with whom we are destined to meet. I am quite sure that we have met that best friends at such a point of our life when there was every chance that we could have never met him/her. And see now, both of us are sitting at that favourite coffee shop of ours, bringing upon the best brownies in the world! 

This is a life where we meet so many people. 
Once strangers, now friends! Make no sense, in so many sense it is! 

XOXO

Big Fugly Truth.


I have no guts to say hello. I have no guts to say how are you. But I have all the guts to say. Go away. You're rubbish. Why does love is so complicated? When you want him, he doesn't like you, when he likes you, he's just not your type, and when you like each other you find out that actually you're long lost siblings. Shouldn't say a word.

XOXO