Well…this is weird…
Nostalgic it may feel while writing this..I got to say..I am such a ”LAZY BUM”.
I guess every year I have this resolution that ”by next year I will be this and that”.
I did start well to be honest…but I am sure after the third month…laziness will surely be creeping inside of me.
I don’t know if this is how my life goes..or whatever. But, this year will be different ( with confidence and eagerness in my mind and my eyes twinkling– and yes I am talking to myself).
I will be moving mountains!!!
I will however, try my very best to update as much as I can with this so-called-blog. 🙂
O! bucket list check for New years eve. (see photo- Coldplay #aheadfullofdreamsconcert December 31, 2016)
Celebrate new year on a concert.
Vehemence – oil on canvas by Eli (17/11/2015)
I hate you.
Was the words I utter. I was, am hurt. And I don’t want to be a hypocrite and say that I am not. Because I am.
I never questioned you…I never asked. Because you help me and you were there when I needed a hand to hold on to. My respect to you was the respect I gave to my mom. You are family to me.
But one single question changes everything. And BOOM! everything just exploded. Confetti’s everywhere.
And the sad part is, I was not hit with the confettis. I was hit with shrapnels. Shrapnel of lies and each time it hit me…I begin to ask a question.
Was I really that bad? Am I a bad person?
It is true..people will never see the good you’ve done to them. All they can see are bad things…lies …a web of lies.
I did not react..because it would be immature to do so.
So I decide that…
It is time. Time for me to let go…let go of people who manipulates your happiness.
I thank you still. Because without your help I wouldn’t be here. Thank you for the shelter you unselfishly provide. The food, the time and all.
Sometimes you just drift apart. People say that a lot, don’t they? I suppose it’s true but that doesn’t make it any less painful when you lose the people who you thought would be by your side forever. Years of midnight talks, long texts, summer adventures are gone. Just like that. Now you’re left with memories. But memories can’t keep you company. They don’t talk you down at 3 am when nothing feels okay. You can’t spend Saturday nights and Tuesday afternoons with your memories. (via @poemporns)
You are in my dreams, and I can’t unsee you and I am losing my mind with all these thoughts of you and I hate myself for thinking so in depth about you, when I probably don’t even cross your mind.
“You were red. You liked me caused I was blue. You touched me and suddenly I was lilac sky and you decided purple just wasn’t for you…”