Till We Meet Again, August.

If I don't know it any sooner, time is slipping away from my palm, so fast that an hour is a luxury to me.

Before I see September, August had already planned for me, in those forcibles minutes and fumbling speeches, I can only see myself being busy in near future, or most likely to be. I liked it and I don't think I'd ever want to change that.

These seasons are rough but smooth sailing ensues if I keep my head in a piece, this month and next, is going to be a change for the better.

Most importantly, what am I trying to do? Well, best start with the basics, at my platform I should've have been far but better late than never!

Next post would probably be descriptive, these are just bubbles of thoughts...coming to life!

Hiatus, Be Gone!

via BouBouteatime

These months move past me away so fast I can barely can catch myself.

People have changed, romance blooming everywhere even if one ends, see through at the end of the tunnel, there's a light.

As one season goes, so does the feeling which is why I must remind myself, that we, we as humans could only plan, all else if fail...?

Anyhow, it's nice to be back!

Look At Me

via Knightt Cat

Just what I like.

Sultry looks will never go old, as I say it.

In The Deep

via Neon Stilletto

Have you ever felt like disappearing from this world?

I do.

And I don't think I'm the only one, there's many out there who keep themselves in silent pain rather than reaching out to anyone. Some just filter their minds out through writing, singing or simply by just doing things.

If there's one advice I'll ever give, nothing is forever.

Trust me.

You can never able to be in sadness forever, not without driven into madness ending up in a miserable demise. However, it's not likely to happen if you're responsible, yes I know how things can get out of hand but I believe there is point where you can stop it.

I do have regrets of my own, but like Frank Sinatra said; just too few to mention.

Most of the time I don't remember them or haunted by the thought of it. I want to live life in all its forms. Sad or happy, I will savour each moment with all my heart, as we love of it equally, I try to refuse to have a favorite because I do not want to relate myself to something, getting tied to it.

It would be a hard thing to do, but if everything was easy what is the point then?

For some reason, I'd like my life to have me at the edge of my seat, when I was first experiencing life at the tender age of eighteen, life was so exciting but everything has it consequences. I was learning things that was never taught by my parents nor my peers; it was wrong, it was dangerous, but most importantly it was me.

Somehow, I've gotten myself so close to this nature that I felt that I'm changing along with it. Got myself into troubles I've never been into before, change of personality and people around began to isolate me. Because I'm different? Let me repeat. Because I am different?

Yes, that was the case.

I managed to fight my way out from these webs of deceit, and make a winner out of myself. A fair deal you may say but really, do you see what is happening?

Nothing is forever.

I do love the feeling of being warm and loved all over, its a nice feeling but I know there will be a day where I am weak on the floor writhing in pain, crying. I wonder if Newton's third law actually applies, as every action has an equal opposite reaction.

And oh, I'm going off now. Bye.

See Me Inside

via Wild Fox

Give me a liar and he'll see my horns, send me an angel and she'll see my wings. Things are not what it seems all time of the year. Even a tree knows its seasons, why can't you?

If you're torn between two friends of vast differences; and being neutral is no longer the matter, what's important is that you are not entirely in decision of the whole situation; keep that in mind always.

Do what you can do best.

Both parties should understand that you're not just another line of boundary to their expanding demands, so are there only two sides of the story?

Taking sides can be a taxing affair, just be sure that you're ready and capable to stand by your ground so as that you won't be ridiculed easily for your own belief. It's a commitment you make, don't make them easily because you'd end up breaking them easily too.

Which is why adults and some has-beens advice us to think before you act.

Just as long you're quick on your feet to resolve to the most nearest logical course of action you're going to take, saves time from you riddling whom to be with or so and so.

And I don't like friends who'd force me to take sides, then you're demoted to an acquaintance cuz you're insulting my capability to think for myself, thank you.

Drama nowadays, are just mere words.

Me Alice

I'm glad I stumbled onto this website, Neon Stilettos. Alas, there is somebody who has an affection for teacups and my all time cartoon favourites, Alice In The Wonderland. I was a fantasy fueled little nipper I was, I seem to gravitate to nonsensical, impossible logic of how should things work. Plus, I like tea parties. It looked fun and pretty.

Here's a cover done by Vogue Italia 2008, I don't what month exactly and I think the pictures are neat, however, I think Vogue Girl Korea was a lot more charming on it. Remember this one?

Gorgeous heels, I like the small details yet so frustratingly simple.

I've always think that lime green is a friendly colour, don't you think so?

Alice takes a trip down the tinsel town and this is what she ends up with, cigarettes and make up.

She's had too much, he's had enough.

I guess we've heard that one all the way round the world, and rightly so; we still can't seem to get enough of it. Are you capable of bouncing off the walls with a crazy fun addicted chick who is most probably going to finish your cigarette pack before you do? Or you'd rather tearing hairs with her about wild night escapades, constant inebriation, nail polish obsession, money whoring; ever wonder why do you put up with that only to get so little in return?

For I know such (pitiful) men and boys who will do anything for her to stay by her side simply because she's pretty. With this, I'm confident to acknowledge that beauty is a weapon, innocent by existence yet so grudgingly deceptive.

I wish women wouldn't use it as a weapon(I'm talking as if they're handling a gatling gun or something wth), because a weapon could backfire, therefore in turn hurt themselves as well. The door swings both ways, girl.

Enough with the military geek infused point there; I think beauty is a blessing. Or at least I think it is. Having beauty entitles you to yield a certain power, thus is a responsibility. Your beauty could light up a hope for ZOPFAN or bring a maelstrom of crushing winds and thunder; so it's your choice.

And remember,

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

- Margaret Hungerford

If you want me to be an obvious git; it means subjective you dolt.

You're Curious

As if I didn't know it any sooner, if you're wondering who's the singer for the music in Chantal Thomass website; it's Biting My Nails by Genevieve Waite, not Tim Curry.

It's here.

Enjoy. I liked it too for a full minute, then turned it off.