BROKEN PIECES OF ME

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 that I don’t even know who she is and how she has changed is really irritating me.

The person she has become is totally naive, incapable of inspiration, weak, dependent and discrete. I don’t want to ever change, because I rather be accepted than to change. I swear, change was the last thing in my dictionary but now I’m seeing the girl in the mirror aiming to please everyone. I’m sure she is real but she has changed and the only way she could go back to her old self is by talking the persons who truly know the person she believed she was. I’m totally feeling like I have two personalities now, the environment I am living in is so much better and I know it is for the best and yet again I’ve experienced the perfection and that’s how comparison is way easier now. Looking back the mirror, writing this blog… I don’t know who’s the I , I am talking about but the only thing she’s holding on to is that the fact everything happens for a reason.

UNCONSCIOUS ORGAN

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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 love too much & naive as it may seem, some things are truly unforgettable when you experienced it the first time.

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.

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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 our love stories?

After watching the video posted above, it was so good of Sun Ye, a Korean Idol to spend one week vacation for her service works as a Christian than for a beauty rest or a sleep over and how one week changed her life forever, is just very amazing. It has been her dream to have the family she longed for since she was a kid and James proposing to her is a sign  that it is the time for her to have the thing she wanted most.

Fangirl aside, my heart is breaking as well as rejoicing that an active idol of my generation will be a soon-to-be mom yet I’m very inspired that this warm and pure hearted girl found the man to love forever.

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 that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful. (TFIOS)

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.

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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.

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nostalgia. my bittersweet longing, for the things i wish i say and did. farewell to the past, to the person i never was.

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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!

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the lucky random tweet!

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via kollectionk.com :)
via kollectionk.com 🙂

I’m going to give GD’s ONE OF A KIND album, in treat for my blog readers wherever you are in the world!

  • Tweet me on @xiamaranan  and post a comment below (if only you have a WordPress account), why do you deserve to win this promo.
  • You also have to share this blog and tag me on Twitter.

ex. ” I wanna win GD’s album bcoz… https://krxia.wordpress.com/2013/01/18/gd-giveaway-one-of-a-kind-album/ @xiamaranan “

remember to copy the link site for more chances of winning.*

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Simple game isn’t it. ONLY ONE winner will be chosen. This game is until February 27 and the winner who has the best reason will be posted here and I’m also going to contact you through Twitter.

Whoever that winner will be, you’ll have to take a picture of yourself with GD’s album so that I can post it also here in my blog!

May the odds be ever in your favor.

the air you’d kill to breathe

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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