Deary English teacher asked us to write something creative about ourselves since it is our first day & I was like writing something about a stranger that I can call 'someone I used to be'... then I realized that the one I'm looking at the mirror now isn't anymore Krish or Xia, just that Krizia [...]
Month: January 2013
UNCONSCIOUS ORGAN
In you I know what love is like, how it is like... children in the eyes of the adults; playing and running on the street but in every sweat and every voice of every kids, one heart is beating mutely that lasts for an uncountable years. That started how the pain is like, how to not [...]
What it is not to look back?
The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, because there was no longer anyone to remember with. (TFIOS)
Other meaning of sleeping.
I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once. (TFIOS)
Seek first the kingdom, discover the gift…
[FMV] When Love Conquers Distance (Celebrating Sun&James' Wedding) from SUNlights WorldWide on Vimeo. South, Korea - Wonder Girls' leader and member Sun Ye tied the knots with Canadian-Korean missionary, James Park. So how am I going to sum up my feelings how God proves to be the best author of our life stories as well as [...]
God as the witness.
There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There's .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us [...]
there is nothing special about him really. he has small sleepy eyes, bony cheeks and a pointed nose set on his placid facade that manage to work only one expression, which is to frown. i never had the chance to hear his voice because he rarely speak. he is freakishly small, ridiculous and loud. he entered the room, dragging his feet along, his gaze would rest mildly on anywhere it fell upon. his movement, so sure, so certain, so minimal. he would lift his eyes, arch his brows and lean his head on his palms. not noticing that a few feet away, i sat, pulling myself together, falling apart.
there is nothing special about him really. he has big sleepy eyes, bony cheeks and a rounded nose set on his placid facade that manage to work only one expression, which is to frown. i never had the chance to hear his voice because he rarely speak. he is freakishly tall, careful and calm. he entered the room, dragging his feet along, his gaze would rest mildly on anywhere it fell upon. his movement, so sure, so certain, so minimal. he would lift his eyes, arch his brows and lean his head on his palms. not noticing that a few feet away, i sat, pulling myself together, falling apart.
nostalgia. my bittersweet longing, for the things i wish i say and did. farewell to the past, to the person i never was.
the WINNER! GD Giveaway. One Of A Kind album!
After a month of receiving tweets and comments on my blog site, I chose the winner randomly and asked her to take a picture of the album itself as a proof. I ordered the package at KollectionK for all those who wanna order. Thanks to all those who joined! I'm going to give GD's ONE [...]
the air you’d kill to breathe
All I have, all I need, he's the air I would kill to breathe Holds my love in his hands, still I'm searching for something Out of breath, I am left hoping someday I'll breathe again I'll breathe again. - Sarah Bareilles
To Whom It May Concern 