eewhesteey.com

all the maybes.

masked for a day in office and after another day of rest at home, i’m almost all well again. you know, it’s pretty amazing how i always fall really sick and then recover in just a span of 1-2 days. because comparatively, sissy and granny have been coughing for almost the past 2-3 weeks. anyways, i swear just one night of it is enough. the nightmares i get when i’m unwell seems so magnified; it gets so traumatizing that i wake up feeling weak and dehydrated from all the crying. rights, on a side note, i hope granny is doing fine in the hospital. well, at least i feel so much safer knowing she’s being well taken care of over there. totally gave us a big shock when she fainted in the kitchen yesterday. glad we were still at home then because i can’t imagine what would happen if we were all out to work already. sigh. growing old…… i’m a little afraid already.

2 more days!

growing.

After a while you learn
The subtle difference between
Holding a hand and chaining a soul
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t always mean security.

And you begin to learn
That kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes ahead
With the grace of a woman
Not the grief of a child

And you learn
To build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is
Too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way
Of falling down in mid flight

After a while you learn
That even sunshine burns if you get too much
So you plant your own garden
And decorate your own soul
Instead of waiting
For someone to bring you flowers

And you learn
That you really can endure
That you are really strong
And you really do have worth
And you learn and you learn
With every goodbye, you learn..

– Veronica A. Shoffstall, 1971

twice shy..

it’s been so long, sometimes i wonder why i’m looking back at a promise that was never fulfilled. sometimes you wished people tried harder but sometimes, maybe you just never realise that they weren’t given a chance to. i read again and suddenly everything just comes to light. guess i didn’t sense the effort then, or probably i was expecting too much.. ironically, it’s amusing that i’m feeling something now.

half-hearted.

walk out.

We are all wanderers on this earth; our hearts are full of wonder, and our souls are deep with dreams.

-Gypsy Proverb

or maybe, we just need somewhere to stop. a destination where wonders become reality, where dreams come true. have you found that somewhere?  random but, happy April‘s fool! (:

i want an alter ego too.

whisper to me.

I wondered which was harder, in the end. The act of telling, or who you told it to. Or maybe if, when you finally got it out, the story was really all that mattered.

– Sarah Dessen (Just Listen)

tell tales.