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It started in a place of uncertainty and double-guessing. It started with grasping around for something to hold on to.</div>
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Into a self-fulfilling prophecy. Into an awkward cycle of mistakes and lessons learnt. Into swapped shoes and many miles.</div>
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It evolves into something that realizes its full existence, but also realizes that existence itself is temporary. </div>
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It blooms into a calm heart - a heart that only fears fear, and one that only opens itself to another calm open heart. </div>
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It blooms into a recognition that presence can be felt in absence, and the only weapon you should use against the world is your beautiful smile.</div>
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My journey bloomed and it brought me to you.</div>
Merissa K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689422400460324484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461435536773772479.post-51419718580540155872015-01-12T21:40:00.001+08:002015-01-13T00:42:01.171+08:00Queen of Clouds<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjOecIquaeGOBtZTbuSRuFs6Ony9FTdmssnrk5saV_OfNoSlYOCqrTqX6Exp82WnMlXiK0yw_82w_UkaKg41pW5eH3TK7yq0ebGkQybwRE6_TXTEuvw8vHKXJ2mnCs_HCHWs_IZIA7CVQf/s640/blogger-image-1453198270.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjOecIquaeGOBtZTbuSRuFs6Ony9FTdmssnrk5saV_OfNoSlYOCqrTqX6Exp82WnMlXiK0yw_82w_UkaKg41pW5eH3TK7yq0ebGkQybwRE6_TXTEuvw8vHKXJ2mnCs_HCHWs_IZIA7CVQf/s640/blogger-image-1453198270.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">There hasnt been many days like this one. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">A bright day where people just gawk in awe at the sky (at the clouds and the non-clouds) for a long stretch of time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I like to think of it as a hopeful day. A new start.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Where there are both a hopeful day and a hopeful soul, there will be a junction where the Universe will meet.</div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">To get to the junction, one would have to walk past tests and temptations (because, annoyingly, the right way cant be an easy way), upon completion of which, clarity may then be had. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And the night?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It was full of stars. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">P/s : What if I told you that YOU are my bright day?</div>Merissa K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689422400460324484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461435536773772479.post-83293603321362842022015-01-11T22:27:00.001+08:002015-01-11T22:27:08.414+08:00Scared AnimalsPeople are scared animals. <div><br></div><div>We're afraid of changes and scared when things remain the same.</div><div><br></div><div>Scared of ending up exactly where we started but also scared of taking chances.</div><div><br></div><div>Now, i know you're scared. I am too. We can't run away from it because that's just our instincts as human. </div><div><br></div><div>For what it's worth, I'd much rather be scared together with you, than to go down this road by myself. </div>Merissa K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689422400460324484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461435536773772479.post-25681137235278930062015-01-04T11:26:00.001+08:002015-02-09T22:56:25.466+08:00I am too little butter on too much bread, I am too many thoughts in too little head.(Tyler Knott)<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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Happiness is finding contentment in doing everything in moderation. It's in being delighted over an amazing sunset. It's in recognizing that life is too short for you to either be too upset when things go wrong or too excited when it goes your way.</div>
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It's in finding joy in giving. And it's in existing in such a way that you make it slightly easier for everyone you meet along the way. </div>
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Kindness grows. They grow into happiness.</div>
Merissa K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689422400460324484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461435536773772479.post-5850695580092958012015-01-03T10:30:00.001+08:002015-01-03T20:55:34.330+08:00Guidelines for 20151. Dont be a maybe.<div>2. Dont be a man of flimsy handshakes.</div><div>3. Dont walk around without a clear conscience.</div><div>4. Co-exist because the world really doesn't revolve around you.</div><div>5. Only ask questions that you are ready to hear the answers to.</div><div>6. Dont feel good for having made a good plan. Feel good for having done a good act.</div><div>7. Work to become, not to acquire.</div><div>8. You can't customize the rules to fit your fancy. </div><div>9. Be grateful when things are fully great.</div><div>10. And also when they're not.</div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Remember, </div><div>"Everything is changed forever all the time"</div>Merissa K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689422400460324484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461435536773772479.post-38050340250544713142015-01-02T23:33:00.001+08:002015-01-03T11:03:06.575+08:00Underneath It All<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMU2EZvTBmnMssVQFLbtCjtyu6YifFgPtBWYLeCGv-9LvIoH54BLrT3Z3oVdOSjW9-PIEfrF4GsI-d667leC2NgDpI3iqag9XOUGsmeM_IYyso2q90vPiYOoaSf7QB6QpkZnsazB91jZCv/s640/blogger-image-2130255099.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMU2EZvTBmnMssVQFLbtCjtyu6YifFgPtBWYLeCGv-9LvIoH54BLrT3Z3oVdOSjW9-PIEfrF4GsI-d667leC2NgDpI3iqag9XOUGsmeM_IYyso2q90vPiYOoaSf7QB6QpkZnsazB91jZCv/s640/blogger-image-2130255099.jpg"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">For most questions you might have, you would already have the answer for it. It could be deep down, it could be at a mid-range depth or it might have already surfaced waiting for you to recognize that it is the answer or solution youve been looking for. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">For my birthday, i wanted to try something different and face my fear of drowning. So i went diving. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">During the assessment, the one rule that keeps coming up was 'dont forget to breathe!' And 'remember to keep breathing'. You can imagine other variations that carry the same context. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">My practical pragmatic side tends to get annoyed when it comes to stating the obvious (though this is a habit that i constantly indulge in). </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It was only during my first dive that i came to the realization that when emotion kicks in and you're surrounded by unfamiliar setting, you tend to lose track of things you already know. It doesnt matter if it's common sense. Emotions do not take heed of logical reasonings, unfortunately.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So there i was kicking around in the water (half thinking i was gonna die, half amazed at the underwater beauty). I was unable to equalize and 'balance myself out'. Suddenly, something as natural as breathing becomes a completely alien concept. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I also feel that's sort of what happens to me when i fall in love. When I lose control, answers i already have morph into questions again. (Half feeling like i was gonna die and half absolutely amazed at the undersurface beauty).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You and i, we can either get fixated on our fear or we can focus on the beauty. And breathe.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Remember to breathe.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Don't be afraid of your fears, they're not there to scare you; they are there to let you know that something is worth it."</div></div></div>Merissa K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689422400460324484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461435536773772479.post-640895202741209962014-12-31T07:48:00.001+08:002014-12-31T08:39:33.264+08:00Wish Well at the Wishing Well<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6IxemIhy38xd3XQxZYaIvk7cRTDFUM3l-rhTYu5e_BvLq8KTTgVQBX3Pj4kc9DcVq5H5yqw0alAzp7QKZIHErgX6HlcKdAQSrICa2OvQxpl0OX0WWRLFeGbIuEdJjvzOsw1lvzxehcbe1/s640/blogger-image-2058190323.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6IxemIhy38xd3XQxZYaIvk7cRTDFUM3l-rhTYu5e_BvLq8KTTgVQBX3Pj4kc9DcVq5H5yqw0alAzp7QKZIHErgX6HlcKdAQSrICa2OvQxpl0OX0WWRLFeGbIuEdJjvzOsw1lvzxehcbe1/s640/blogger-image-2058190323.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I wished on you without knowing that you'd waltz in, an embodiment of all the closures i'd never gotten and answer all the questions i'd never thought of asking. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I now wish that my wish is wishing on me too.</div>Merissa K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689422400460324484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461435536773772479.post-7836046600321114512014-12-30T00:06:00.001+08:002014-12-30T00:08:26.124+08:00Light at the End of the Tunnel?<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivjVcwuiyM2YJ7lJ_FAvTlXlKdmmiLNL3dQRZa9ItHdEHO9niHE1UJmL4QXs2MtRx5yngp8PV4HLC209lDYUONKxqo5NxnyElhRw6x3s8ExtTnuWYODn5A2bywho3TyeFNa4mdmpmPwOHt/s640/blogger-image-1034321678.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivjVcwuiyM2YJ7lJ_FAvTlXlKdmmiLNL3dQRZa9ItHdEHO9niHE1UJmL4QXs2MtRx5yngp8PV4HLC209lDYUONKxqo5NxnyElhRw6x3s8ExtTnuWYODn5A2bywho3TyeFNa4mdmpmPwOHt/s640/blogger-image-1034321678.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I always wonder why i write better when im sad and bitter rather than when i do it when happy and smitten.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">When i write happy, im always second-guessing my own ability to capture the joy into words. I feel like i would do myself injustice if i dont use the right context and portray it the way it is in my head. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So i'm gonna face my fear and give it a try now, while i'm somewhat in limbo. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Truth is, i'm scared of finding all ive ever been looking for in you. Because i'm unsure of whether or not you've been looking in me too.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">At the same time, this is the kind of scared that I'm sure of. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This is the kind of scared that comes with constant reassurances. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So i'm gonna delve into this, scared and smitten and all. </div></div>Merissa K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689422400460324484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461435536773772479.post-28412855408561158082014-12-28T19:23:00.001+08:002014-12-28T19:23:49.448+08:00Sailor<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyHQ7_rWyl8Y84lYFijblKqkoATJJYJWmMyIDqsWWfnQLlovT8il0N_YGSJQc8L_w59SgSNf4XA9NcWpEg2VIxjrhnOI0QgZ6iiwgWQGoxdPKxTZCVAC6I3KCaC8oWaSoLzBuGauv9bev5/s640/blogger-image-1451670454.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyHQ7_rWyl8Y84lYFijblKqkoATJJYJWmMyIDqsWWfnQLlovT8il0N_YGSJQc8L_w59SgSNf4XA9NcWpEg2VIxjrhnOI0QgZ6iiwgWQGoxdPKxTZCVAC6I3KCaC8oWaSoLzBuGauv9bev5/s640/blogger-image-1451670454.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">To the one who watches the sun rise and set with/for me, the regular anticipation and constant companion is keeping me going.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Thanks for making your presence felt in your absence.</div>Merissa K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689422400460324484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461435536773772479.post-63588084553062475062014-11-29T09:33:00.001+08:002014-11-30T03:15:48.595+08:00Menunggu Bulan Purnama<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdc7C-TrrHolWxtkXoXrvHcDqd4eeLnrMhCLVcnYp6nIgefJI5TsJ7I0AKlEruiubrnlwe1WvTmQiO9NKTVxW8cDfvejBkf_Y9NP9-ikARUQnLwyA1LEqIYyfyuqPsBIoQEG5Vmykq5p_1/s640/blogger-image-335380122.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdc7C-TrrHolWxtkXoXrvHcDqd4eeLnrMhCLVcnYp6nIgefJI5TsJ7I0AKlEruiubrnlwe1WvTmQiO9NKTVxW8cDfvejBkf_Y9NP9-ikARUQnLwyA1LEqIYyfyuqPsBIoQEG5Vmykq5p_1/s640/blogger-image-335380122.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">They say, there are three things wise men fear ; the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Now, i'm hardly wise and i'm hardly a man, but i have to say, 'they' make a very compelling argument, and i wholeheartedly agree.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The moon is half-full now as i'm typing this. For reasons i cannot articulate, i have been properly anxious awaiting for it to grow whole. This time, far more anxious than the previous moon cycles. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Then again, the excitement is derived from the anticipation. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">If anyone knows the secret to calm an anxious heart and steady a restless mind, lets be friends. I'll buy you dinner and you can tell me all about it over the meal. </div>Merissa K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689422400460324484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461435536773772479.post-42939220432303673952014-07-03T00:39:00.001+08:002014-07-03T00:41:20.310+08:00Tingles<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk9ng1sKzmc3JQMSDHLM9XMuNd6Wv1oKTkFI7E8DfJgFa4QtnEwq7TsikwjbELnGDjQyDtDxNIFRbqadzuDuXqHs-ZMh2sIXFhc1C0qtUXkOwSm4PbGVMJThNzqg6Mflmy7zulf3D-OynE/s640/blogger-image-1492713010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk9ng1sKzmc3JQMSDHLM9XMuNd6Wv1oKTkFI7E8DfJgFa4QtnEwq7TsikwjbELnGDjQyDtDxNIFRbqadzuDuXqHs-ZMh2sIXFhc1C0qtUXkOwSm4PbGVMJThNzqg6Mflmy7zulf3D-OynE/s640/blogger-image-1492713010.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div>My fingers tingle...<div>At the memory of your clasped hand</div><div>At the feel of new pages</div><div>At the grip of a good pen</div><div>At the scribbles of new (and old) tales</div><div><br></div><div>And i want to share this with you -</div><div>through words and non-words</div><div>through silent goads and heavy whispers</div><div>In hopes that your context</div><div>will meet my context</div><div>and that they will be fond of one another</div><div><br></div>Merissa K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689422400460324484noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461435536773772479.post-4626558392497311602014-06-23T07:45:00.001+08:002014-06-23T07:45:56.273+08:00String of Words"Let me do the walking"<div>"I don't know what I would've done if you weren't around"</div><div>"You make things interesting"</div><div><br></div><div>To be honest,</div><div>Sometimes I don't know what makes people say the things that they say.</div><div><br></div><div>To be more honest, </div><div>'Most times' is more precise than 'sometimes'.</div><div><br></div><div>Most times, I wonder if these fleeting words were ever meant to travel far.</div><div><br></div><div>Each time, I wonder if they would linger, leave a legacy or get terribly lost in time.</div><div><br></div><div>"<i>But if stars shan't shine</i></div><div><i>By the very first time</i></div><div><i>Then dear it's fine, so fine by me</i></div><div><i>Cause we can give it time</i></div><div><i>So much time, with me</i>"</div>Merissa K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689422400460324484noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461435536773772479.post-24138364322649991782014-05-13T20:38:00.001+08:002014-05-13T22:37:30.225+08:00Stating The Obvious<div><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fqtnVuy53gc/U3It0Px1DWI/AAAAAAAABiQ/h9tk7yZJHio/s640/blogger-image-1949397614.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fqtnVuy53gc/U3It0Px1DWI/AAAAAAAABiQ/h9tk7yZJHio/s640/blogger-image-1949397614.jpg"></a></div><div><br></div>Whenever in doubt, remove yourself, get away and come back so you can see things under new light.<br>
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Good decisions come with immense responsibility. Bad decisions come with immense consequences.<br>
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It's never about the destination but it's almost always about the people you meet and the stories you hear along the way.<div><br></div><div>More hesitance, more resistance.</div><div><br></div><div>Support always brings better outcomes than pressure does.</div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-I1BulOqh7Aw/U3It2pj1RKI/AAAAAAAABiY/8lBuJFTHB6w/s640/blogger-image-916106857.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-I1BulOqh7Aw/U3It2pj1RKI/AAAAAAAABiY/8lBuJFTHB6w/s640/blogger-image-916106857.jpg"></a></div>Merissa K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689422400460324484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461435536773772479.post-17623065767073670762014-04-24T07:23:00.001+08:002014-04-24T07:26:38.405+08:00NightmareI had a terrible dream of my past chasing me up all the way into the present, suffocating me enough that I couldn't make it to the future.<div><br></div><div>Familiar faces with familiar behaviour can more often than not surprise you with alien outcomes.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEdT_yTDfV19BbaCYH9DX0w5bDcNurPNhQ85J8ButeJCyH5XXStKVl1Kf5L804f6K2__OrigUSq43xWVQ-E_1cs8W_Mjs9BtBVqkdjGJ1bJ_D6zAlIYYzJhDrcoc9LfuaBi2mUbXAW260V/s640/blogger-image-1758937059.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEdT_yTDfV19BbaCYH9DX0w5bDcNurPNhQ85J8ButeJCyH5XXStKVl1Kf5L804f6K2__OrigUSq43xWVQ-E_1cs8W_Mjs9BtBVqkdjGJ1bJ_D6zAlIYYzJhDrcoc9LfuaBi2mUbXAW260V/s640/blogger-image-1758937059.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Merissa K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689422400460324484noreply@blogger.com0City Library 253 Flinders Ln, Melbourne-37.817112 144.966819tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461435536773772479.post-10046651600177779312014-03-11T00:47:00.001+08:002014-03-11T00:47:19.771+08:00ObviouslyIn the midst of plane crashes and conspiracy theories,<br />
a thought (that had dawned on me for a while now) finally settled.<br />
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A prayer is a prayer,<br />
whether it is vocalized or not.<br />
Feeling for one or caring for them<br />
is not indicated by your verbalization of the feeling or the care.<br />
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If it's there, it's there.<br />
Making it public does not make it more significant,<br />
just as Silence does not make it any less noteworthy.<br />
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They did say that at the end of the day, your view on the world is a mere reflection of yourself.<br />
If compassion is what you give, compassion is what you receive.<br />
(There I go again, stating the obvious!)<br />
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But when it comes to these things, that's what everything is - obvious - is it not?<br />
<br />Merissa K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689422400460324484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461435536773772479.post-66570391888583089092014-02-21T00:40:00.000+08:002014-03-11T00:26:55.475+08:00Clark KentHe came :<br />
from a distant star<br />
out of nowhere<br />
rather mystically<br />
<br />
He was<br />
more of the silent (and salient) kind ;<br />
more watching than narrating<br />
more observing than commenting<br />
more doing than talking<br />
<br />
He carried<br />
a secret<br />
a past<br />
a passion for passion<br />
<br />
He had<br />
a weakness<br />
- kryptonite,<br />
and I<br />
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had a weakness<br />
for him<br />
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Merissa K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689422400460324484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461435536773772479.post-84800546701552608372014-02-20T00:25:00.000+08:002014-02-26T23:30:44.945+08:00Frozen Waves With a Tinge of Sunrise<div>
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The North Star stood in all its glorious glimmer against the blue indigo sky.<br />
The sun is about to come up but I think the bright star is not ready for a shift off the throne just yet.<br />
<br />
That was my dream about him last night - the North Star.<br />
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The nights with him are exactly how nights are meant to be - absorbed in conversations that make you completely oblivious to the act of night turning to day.<br />
Nights that let you travel from ecstasy to insanity and back.<br />
<br />
Half devastatedly in love, half preparing for my heart to be broken.<br />
(and note that there is a massive difference between 'preparing' and 'expecting')<br />
Torn between hoping and not having expectations.<br />
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After all, a promise not made is a promise not broken.<br />
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Merissa K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689422400460324484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461435536773772479.post-27849543181495311262014-02-09T21:36:00.001+08:002014-02-09T21:43:34.851+08:00Earth. Wind. Fire. Water.<b><u>Earth</u></b><br>
Earth was confused.<br>
When she sits on top of the mountains, she stands on tiptoe, reaching outwards towards the night sky.<br>
At the same time, she has an impulsive need to be grounded.<br>
That is why she sometimes find herself torn between two worlds, stuck between two extremes.<br>
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<b><u>Wind</u></b><br>
Wind was a frantic being.<br>
Always swaying every which way.<br>
Sometimes with humble passion, sometimes in fierce force.<br>
Easily adaptable.<br>
She travels to every nook and crannies, searching for questions, searching for answers.<br>
She is known for her ferocity and she finds herself being called upon each time she sat too still.<br>
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<b><u>Fire</u></b><br>
Fire was warm and jovial.<br>
But to get her in that state, one has to keep her calm.<br>
Once enraged, she burns and burns.<br>
She brings with her both civilization and destruction of civilization.<br>
Her passion drives her forward. When contained, she can lit up a room. When set free, she roams far.<br>
At the end of the day, she always gets what she wants.<br>
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<b><u>Water</u></b><br>
Warer was the one always in control. Flowing, but in control.<br>
She can't be left stagnant.<br>
She is regal in her movement and certainly not an element you would want to cross.<br>
Not a character that will hold back, as you can guess.<br>
You will do well to recognize her ability to be fluid in her stillness.<br>
<br>
When the four of them get together, it is truly a convention of all sorts!<br>
With Fire and Water crackling and hissing at one another, Wind fanning Fire out in an attempt to calmly soothe her.<br>
The elements blend wel together, filling in each other's gaps and filling up each other's voids.<br>
Assembled together, they rule Nature, rocking shores with their collective presence.<br>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Amongst the speckled stars, they were the only ones zooming forth, standing out in between their static neighbours.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It happened quickly.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">They were headed towards one another, like polar magnet dust.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It was unplanned and it was inevitable.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The other stars silently flickered, watching in mute interest.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The two stars inched closer. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">They were both moving in constant acceleration.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">If they kept going at the same pace, they will clash into each other's embrace and then - SUPERNOVA!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">There will be explosions and mini-explosions.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">There will be sparks and fire everywhere.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">They'll morph into shooting stars.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Their audience kept still.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Waiting for the impact to create a show to entertain them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">They are fractions away from one another now.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Silence.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">There's only the sound of breath being held.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And then - nothing.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Turns out they were on different heights the whole time.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Aligned, but on different tracks.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">(Koh Lipe)</span></div>
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Merissa K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689422400460324484noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461435536773772479.post-79150173316962081942014-02-09T00:50:00.001+08:002014-02-09T00:50:19.944+08:00Seawater.<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">I am writing this with some salt between the pages.</span><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">If you're wondering what that means - don't.</div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">It's not an ancient proverb by any means.</div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">It simply means that not all things mean something.</div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">"Grass will always be greener on the other side."</div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Not necessarily so.</div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">It's just a matter of perception, yes?</div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">It's human tendency, after all, to be constantly chasing 'something better'. </div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">The problem lies in the theory that equates 'something better' with 'something i dont have'. </div>Merissa K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689422400460324484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461435536773772479.post-68158356826827732772013-05-21T21:41:00.000+08:002013-05-24T00:07:04.345+08:00Vintage.Old conversations can be renewed.<br>
Old kisses can evoke new sensations.<br>
Just the way old antiques can be polished.<br>
<br>
Life can be ironic that way.<br>
As if it's consciously choosing to play a joke on you while mischievously laugh at you in mockery.<br>
<br>
Signs loom around you,<br>
urging you to discover the encrypted message lying beneath them.<br>
But you'll only know when you know.<br> - Which is not saying much.<br>
<br>
So, here we go!<br>
To wonderment and unlocked mysteries!<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHLtFr-0tniFbh4-PYyVOkNoAsQ147Zh_auekyFhaPzYVF8kMwwS-iQNXEYe2hdyvjTbPPUrBLiRB2yA8cLlggq3O0kQjIHTwzyJgNRhou47xkHyqPntCU-wXyoKu9sfPVw7SWA-oDQkby/s640/blogger-image--2031680236.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHLtFr-0tniFbh4-PYyVOkNoAsQ147Zh_auekyFhaPzYVF8kMwwS-iQNXEYe2hdyvjTbPPUrBLiRB2yA8cLlggq3O0kQjIHTwzyJgNRhou47xkHyqPntCU-wXyoKu9sfPVw7SWA-oDQkby/s640/blogger-image--2031680236.jpg"></a></div>Merissa K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689422400460324484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461435536773772479.post-81988563843300201952013-04-17T00:32:00.001+08:002013-04-17T00:32:36.908+08:00LimboThe more people expose themselves to someone, the more loyal they are to them. <br />
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That is why you should always put extra caution on who you expose your soul to - Because you will ultimately be bounded to this person in ways you dont even consciously realize, and it's mightily important that you do not give such amount of power to someone unworthy of it. <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPO1e4cDmLOncvJX_L0DfK2vfh2RMP8txSIn8h6avT3HwBQlMmwgVlC0sRFWY6TSxysirAfVxevvESAgqRhT041oI37DGrpKINb-k04wHjFO2O7N7YGMXb44W85RcZuz1uYagmOW9BRrsz/s640/blogger-image--1031266026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPO1e4cDmLOncvJX_L0DfK2vfh2RMP8txSIn8h6avT3HwBQlMmwgVlC0sRFWY6TSxysirAfVxevvESAgqRhT041oI37DGrpKINb-k04wHjFO2O7N7YGMXb44W85RcZuz1uYagmOW9BRrsz/s640/blogger-image--1031266026.jpg" /></a></div>Merissa K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689422400460324484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461435536773772479.post-22556523583093315422013-04-16T01:11:00.001+08:002013-04-16T01:11:00.725+08:00Mellow MondayWhenever i reflect, i could always remember a time when i get really agitated because my patience was being tested. <br />
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Oh, the rush of youth! <br />
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Little did i know that i was required to wait for as long as i had to, simply because my youthful greed wouldnt have been able to handle the act of receiving anytime sooner.<br />
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The Wait had to be precisely that length to prepare me. Young souls can never truly appreciate that notion though. It has to be fast! It has to be right now, and not a minute later! And it has to be a lot Lot LOT!<br />
<br />
Wrong.<br />
<br />
Anything that does not happen gradually will give you shocks (and not the good ones, i might add). And anything that id not done in moderation will at some point over or underwhelm you.<br />
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So yes. That's our lesson for the day. That, and loving for the sake of the Creator means to love and act with grace rather than like a fanatic, urm, fan.<br />
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<br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/---umP5-VIxk/UWw0o-qV5qI/AAAAAAAABcA/_hJWEdfRGmQ/s640/blogger-image-204078297.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/---umP5-VIxk/UWw0o-qV5qI/AAAAAAAABcA/_hJWEdfRGmQ/s640/blogger-image-204078297.jpg" /></a></div>Merissa K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689422400460324484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461435536773772479.post-27521284488990638132013-02-26T01:46:00.000+08:002013-03-25T07:50:38.951+08:00In Silence lies answers.You keep a picture of them. <br />
in your wallet, on your facebook profile.<br />
some photo album or scrapbook, in some dusty box along with a couple of ticket stubs and homemade DIY cards.<br />
and you tell yourself that it does not mean anything. Though we both know, it clearly does. <br />
<br />
For a long time, they seemed intent to convince you that YOU are their turning point in life, and you are the fixture that keeps themselves grounded. that a scene without you in it, is not an ideal setting.<br />
<br />
But somehow, now, they're off and away, and they seem okay.<br />
Okay without their turning point, their fixture.<br />
Without you.<br />
<br />
And so, you keep remnants of them, of the you-that-used-to-be, <br />
of past lives and never-would-be futures. And you tell yourself, it's not that you can't or won't let go.<br />
It's not that at all. <br />
<br />
You just can't be bothered to fuss over a stupid picture. <br />
It's just a picture. <br />
It's just facebook. <br />
It's just something you keep in a box stashed deep under your bed. <br />
You don't want to waste your time or energy having to get rid of that thing-that-doesnt-mean-anything.<br />
<br />
But that's exactly why you should rid yourself off it!<br />
It's kind of how it's like with doctors - no matter how obvious a death is, they still need to vocalize the words 'This patient is dead' to the family. <br />
<br />
There's something about the physical act of acknowledging non-physical pain. Sometimes, you just need to state the obvious. <br />
<br />
because sometimes, the blunt truth is what people need to hear in order to be able to register the fact; <br />
to start mourning it, so they can eventually continue on with their life without the company (or even the idea) of this entity, and be completely okay. Merissa K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689422400460324484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461435536773772479.post-62115327930025519412012-11-28T14:59:00.001+08:002012-11-29T14:08:46.963+08:00There's ALWAYS a Reason.There's always a reason.<br />
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If there's anything that my engineering education has taught me, it is this. Anything that moves will stay in its motion and direction until an external force is exerted on it, changing its course. This external force is the reason.<br />
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There's a reason why you got trapped in traffic with a friend whom you have a lot to catch up on.
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There's a reason why randomly touching stranger's hair (even little girls') in an elevator is frowned upon by society (because it's weird).
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There's a reason why some questions take a longer time to be answered than others.<br />
There's a reason for lovers becoming strangers. And strangers becoming friends.<br />
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There's a reason for goodbyes. And a reason for hellos.
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There's a reason why you need to get away.<br />
And another for you to come back.<br />
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There's a reason why I wrote this.<br />
And there's a reason why you're reading it.<br />
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There's always a reason.Merissa K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689422400460324484noreply@blogger.com11