Mind Scribbles #6

Too perplexed to distinguish melancholy from vibrancy. There are just too many things to reckon that would make you feel you have had enough. Things that you perceive you don't deserve to think or you are just too paranoid to even entertain them on your mind. I love you, BRAIN and I am sorry if I need to let my HEART accompany you every time too. You should be best buddies, y'know. Just to keep things on balance. ;)

Mind Scribbles #5

I don't think it is bizarre to wish forever with someone even if forever only meant 50 years or so as mortally in love. Because there is always more than life on earth that will always continue to tell its story about the love you had and will still have. 

♥feminista♥

A perfect one you can call your own.

I really could not say I am a very predictable person because I cannot even guess what I am up to at times. Maybe, for some, but I really do not know. I have not met that one person who knows me really well, not even my mother, I suppose. One thing I am certain though, is that most people I know, think that I am such a strong person who is stiff and brave enough to get through all the storms but deep down inside I am just like a kid who sobs because she lost grip of her mother's hand. I am fragile and vulnerable but I am good at looking like a heroin in a Marvel comic series. That was totally not fun at all! Because, there will be a time in your life when you just want to break down and no one is interested to give you a tap on the back for a warm comfort, thinking that everything will be alright. I am no Superwoman even though I try to be strong, independent, and carefree. Well, that might be normal human instinct or I am just like that.


I always feel like I need my mom all the time in my life. (Who wouldn't?) She has this license to access the innermost sense of you, like a connection that no one can break in or no possibility of getting hacked. She sees through your eyes who you are now and who you would be in the future. She will simply sows in your delicate heart and wild brain the lessons she learned through life so you will reap those treasures that cannot be taken away from you. This will cost her not only financial considerations because that is nothing compared to the emotional investments she has sacrificed just for her children to be someone. So can you just imagine how difficult and painful it would cause for a mother to know her children's a mess? I am not a mother but that would be an awful thought. Which put me into thinking how challenging it was to live and look after my brothers. Forgive me but I think I am way beyond the line. I know I am overprotective but what's wrong with that? I am just the eldest sister and they live with me so they have to follow my rules. (Errr. I think I got carried away.) Hey, I am just a paranoid sibling who reacted like I am a CIA agent who needs to man them every seconds of their lives. How much more can a mother react to that? Oh wait, they will just keep their cool and doing some magic spells without wands nor chants which I think I can perfect when I have my own too.




As a sister to my siblings, I feel we have this tight bond, one that is very cosmic and indescribable. That kind of feeling which is so soft and tender that will prevent you from feeling what hatred is but just that special kind of love and respect. You might get irritated at times but there is always no room for hate. I don't understand how some would end up like the world is a battlefield and they have to be into some kind of rivalry because there should only be one declared as a winner. And once this bond got so severed, it is like a wound that had cut so deep and you lost bags of blood with no operation that can ever help it heal. It's still magical, so God-like.




I think we have a father to protect us so that we will have a picture of a guided and strong family. A mother to put some tender love to keep us intact. And children to keep it on a bliss. I don't have a perfect one for all to look up to but I have a family just perfect for us. One perfect for me.

Mind Scribbles #4

I looked up and felt like a kid again who thought that stars are diamonds thrown at the vast sky by God. One who thought that love can only be towards a family. That happiness can be bought by a penny for some candies. Not until I saw how complicated it is to be in a world where you are just a tiny bit of molecule and everybody can possibly affect you in many ways, bad or good. Then you realize, you wish you were that little kid in your old little memories again.

~feminista~