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| Twinkling, outstanding, super-stars, to ornament, or even to dazzle, bright flashing sensations - Isn’t every description about the word star all on it’s own represent a whole level of positive exuberance? Well it figures now they’ve always procreate the term of ‘counting your lucky stars’. With stars, comes lucky, to count it. It’s all over the sky, it’s up there. It’s either you lavish through the sea of stars through the sky and enjoy the beauty of it all. Or would you eliminate the wonders and just allow the unfortunate encounter of just counting a few? Count your blessings, yes. Count the stars that relate to your blessings, amazingly. Blessing, stars, count them. It’s just like when an opportunity falling into your lap, isn’t that counting your lucky stars? It’s not necessarily about luck. Luck is luck. But you don’t necessarily need “luck” to progress, and not at all would you need coincidence. It’s merely manifestation. Manifestation on you focus towards and ideal preference of an objective. Life’s exactly what you make it. It’s not what makes you, it’s YOU to make it. Not anyone else, and nothing should ever come in your way, think of yourself as a superstar, and and it’s you providing the outcome. Your idealistic roles against your fans. The problem is that a lucky star in English has two meanings, and is used as a pun, for example ‘you can count your lucky stars’ but others uses the pun with the other meaning, and says they are ’ unlucky stars’ so you need an expression which has two meanings to convey the same phrase as unlucky star. But it’s what your focus on. To shine that star, luckily or make it unlucky. Don’t use luck as an excuse. Put your mind to it, and you’ll shine brightly like every diamond tinkle up there.
“Twinkle, twinkle, little star. How I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.” There is a reason why this is made a nursery rhyme. Think about it, why do we inculcate such abilities to young minds?
Because, everyone is a star and you deserve to shine.
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| “I like drinking coffee alone and reading alone. I like riding the bus alone and walking home alone. it gives me time to think and set my mind free. I like eating alone and listening to music alone. but when I see a mother with her child, a girl with her lover, or a friend laughing with their best friend, I realize that even though I like being alone, I don’t fancy being lonely. The sky is beautiful, but the people are sad. I just need someone who won’t run away.” | | |
| Spending time with family is always a great thing. More often than not, I represent my mom’s or sister’s place when they aren’t in town or around to turn up. I actually am glad I could do that, I find out things about family I never knew I’ve got. Like a German uncle? Or another relative that’s Jew? Or about half of my mom’s family resides in Indonesia. Amazing ain’t it, how everything fits in this puzzle called life. Or even last week, when I was that 4 year old kid, sticking my head out of the car’s window, palm’s friction against the oncoming gush of the night’s hefty wind. Like a poodle’s first car ride, nervous yet out and about. The feeling was beautiful, just letting the wind run its streams to my hair. I didn’t feel alone, I feel it. I feel the desire of life. Life’s essential lust to it’s definite divinest. I guess I live for thrills as such. Of course, I am superficial like every other being out there BUT, I enjoy such lust. Lust for the fresh night scent through you like a kiss from a rose, or even like something you can’t seem to identify. I can relate to the saying “we’re all kids at heart”. 2011, wasn’t exactly the best year for me. But junk aside, my travels were exquisite. Golden memories, that I live to tell. 14 days of Bali, none of which I’ll forget. Phuket wasn’t one bit appealing but we met some beautiful friends there. This year I’m doing Jakarta. Only cause I know that the company I’m going to be with is what I need. And plus, I’ve made Heena a promise about making it my turn now to visit, so I’m sticking to it. Thus far, I feel like 2012 has a rather driftly turn towards maturity for me. I’m embarking towards a mature point of privacy. Facebook doesn’t really entice me at all, I’m only there for music and the wittle chat-box so that I’m able to chat with the boy whilst working <3. Most of my pictures are to no avail as well. Twitter, bores me somewhat now. I sat down one time and decided, is it really necessary to twit twit twit about everything? I’m growing out of it. Yes I tweet still, at times. Of course I do, or go on Facebook yes. But friendships shouldn’t limit itself towards the virtual world. Phone calls, text messages seems passé to some. But whatever, takes too much effort for me to give a bother. I’d love to delete my Facebook at some point but I’ve liked a couple of pages that keeps me well updated with the real world, and thing is since my family’s all over the world, I guess that idea is a no go. Virtual world, hateration and all that jazz, not for me. That person behind their phones, behind their keyboards, are they the same exact in real life? Or is it just to keep up/fit in? Just cause. This is why I don’t exactly get along with girls very much, too dramatic in my opinion. At times, I feel girls(some) on twitter just want to either prove to the other about how exciting their lives are, or to which guy their digging now, or the 342741694 gossips. Life’s not a competition, unless it’s competing with yourself with determination towards a focus/goal that’s worth. Yes, that’s right, freedom of speech, freedom of choice. But maybe this makes me a conservative person still, but I’m okay with. I’m okay with my privacy. I’m okay with mellowing down right to non-controversial. To furthest I’ll go with being open and honest would be here, on here. On the contrary, as high-school like as it seems. I have been writing in my diary ever since the first day of this year. It’s my form of meditation, I write, reflect and scribble my day, each day. And it helps. I’m happy. | | |
| I can’t help but still be overwhelmed and affected quite strongly by it. Put it this way, you’re married to someone who you would adore to share your entire life with. From good/bad and happy/sad and built a family together.
But you wake the next morning and you turn to your bed-side and she’s no longer there, her scent’s amiss, her nightie isn’t as soft as it would be, her hair isn’t in close proximity reach for you to sniff. Then there’s your daily breakfast/lunch/dinner, your come home to after work, your look forwards over a lazy sunday over the weekend. your occasion/festivities, your simple everything. No more waking up to her pretty morning face, no more “see you after work, honey”. You embark on a new journey, alone. This walls are all broken down, she’s no longer a phonecall/text away. She’s gone. You never got a chance to say your last words, or fix an argument, or a reminder of how much you loved her, or pass her a gift you wanted to surprise her. She’s gone back to the hands of our creator. So what happens now?
She was a reserved, quiet & beautiful soul left too soon. But, what is too soon? When is our time? Nothing is too soon honey, cause when you got to go, you’ve gotta go. Life’s short like that.
“She looked very beautiful” explained my aunt before her burial.
“She’s always beautiful” I said.
“No, this was heavenly beautiful” reaffirmed my aunt.
I’ve no expertise in this cause no one know, I don’t know when is my turn. But all I can say, you might have tonight, but you can’t confirm tomorrow. If you and a family/friend/loved one had a tiff over something egoistically stupid, please forgive now. Life’s amazingly short, don’t allow another death to give you a reason to start cherishing your loved ones, don’t take anyone for granted.
Tell the ones you love, how much they mean to you before it’s too late. Yes, I admit that I’m a positive person, but to a certain extent of that sort, there are things that are inevitable. | | |
| I just want to eat cake, and lie in the sun all day long, whilst eating cake. I want to be a nudist or an artist or something equally silly. I want to make pretentious art on sidewalks with chalk and talk about my feelings with strangers. I want to live in a big city and have a cactus collection. | | |
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