Friday, February 16, 2018
This weekend is a busy weekend that I am immensely looking forward to.
On Saturday, I have afternoon tea with Laerie at La Petite Cuillere! I'm planning to wear my burgundy Michael's Blessing JSK. I'm so far detached from lolita fashion--I just haven't felt cute lately. I'm sure others would disagree, but I'm 27 for crying out loud. I feel like a stagnant drop in the pond. I'm not young, but I'm not old. (I look young though, so people think I'm still some sort of university student... ha, that ship has sailed?)
For Sunday night, Lex booked a table for Gotham Steakhouse. I'm truly excited because I love steak, haha. It's the second year that we are going out for Valentine's dinner. Last year we went to Bishop's, which was a unique and expen$ive experience. I'm excited to eat sweets and steak with my friends!
How else have I been? Well, I started a hip hop class with an old buddy of mine. I was all sweaty five minutes in, but it was a great workout and a lot of fun! Hanging out with my ol' friend really brought back memories of the golden days with the OG rave fam.
And of course Valentine's Day, like any other commercial holiday, is a festive occasion that I enjoy partaking in. I bought cards for two of my gfs and some chocolates from Godiva to give to a dear friend I have at work. He surprised me with amazing Fire Emblem-themed cards in a beautiful envelope, and each card had a thoughtful message written at the back. I have to admit, I wasn't expecting such a touching act! That's usually my forte, but recently I've been feeling low and unmotivated.
After work on V-day, I met up with P; we got takeout and went to his house to catch up on the shows we like watching together. It was cool to hang out, but again, who knows what it all means. I'm left with a sense of disembodiment from reality and from my feelings at this moment, like a rising wave, and at any moment that wave can come crashing down to disrupt my perceptions. I give everything up to God, everything is done according to what is necessary for my personal growth and development. :)
Wednesday, February 7, 2018
I can't keep living in the past like I always do. My thoughts always go floating back, because honestly it's all I've ever known. Those moments of passion, turned to vapid nothingness. And yet... oh, how I'm always looking forward to reliving those moments and memories.
Memories are like photos, engraved in our hearts
Adding colour and happiness to our lives
And sometimes, sadness.
Friday, February 2, 2018
I can't even speak. I stare out into the blackness with a heavy heart. But I don't want to cry anymore.
Thursday, February 1, 2018
I've been feeling like I'm in a place of change. Caught in-between phases. I've been openly trying to pursue the things I want in life, and unsure of the progress. I should be more active and get my body back from last year before I go to L.A. and take those bikini beach photos, haha. I really haven't been motivated because as per the previous post, I've been moping in my own self-pity.
Well, since I don't want to bother any of my friends with my personal problems, might as well spill things out on here, my blog.
Whenever I feel down on myself, I tend to withdraw from people, save for a select few. Those people I pester consistently. But I mean, the thing I miss most is having an activity partner. When people are in relationships, they do many things together. If there was a movie or show I'd want to watch, I'd tell my partner. If there was a place I wanted to go to, I'd do the same. I remember how fantastic it used to be to go to raves with my boo. And of course I forced/dragged them to things like restaurants I wanted to go to, and After Hours at the Vancouver Aquarium, yoga, and all sorts of things he had no interest in but went because I wanted to go. I miss that, but I could always do those things with friends, but it's not as close and intimate as a date. Driving to get fried chicken at night, or eating Taiwanese sausage fried rice after work... Man, the memories were just going through the motions, they didn't really mean anything, in my opinion. Everything meant more to me than anyone else.
I'm going to try and make new friends, and strengthen the relationship with existing friends. I've cut a lot of people out of my life, and I'm not ashamed of doing that, because going forward I'm not going to keep people in my life who make me unhappy.
So, now I'm going to make myself some lunch and chill out... ciao.
Wednesday, January 31, 2018
A friend I recently met offered to drive me to my family doctor. I was grateful for his help, but at the same time we weren't close and I didn't feel comfortable with him. In my heart, I wished it could have been someone I felt comfortable with instead, but I was unwell, and didn't have a choice. I know my other loved ones were busy at work. I had no one to lean on, besides driving myself.
In times like this I wonder if breaking up with my ex was the right thing to do--these are thoughts in my moments of weakness. I know we are both happier apart from each other, after the long struggle of three years. The memories we shared were meaningful; I still remember fondly the moments where he used to love me, and made those feelings clear. I could feel them and his efforts in the beginning, but over time everything got strained. I got strained and unhappy, and I could feel he didn't want to deal with me anymore. He would rather spend time with others than me, and made me feel low and unworthy. He always thought he was better than me, anyway. Those three years hurt me so deeply, but I was blinded by the crazy endorphins of being "in love". Everything was passionate, at the start. I felt so fortunate, as many must feel, at the start.
Up until the end... I feel he did try his best to take care of me in the only ways he knew how. He stopped opening up to me a long time ago. There were horrific events that happened between us during the course of our relationship, but we weathered through and thought foolishly that we could overcome. Anyway, those aspirations turned out to be fruitless.
I'm thankful for my childhood friend coming to check in on me. We enjoyed a nice meal and bubbletea and he took me to get my antibiotics. I'm just... weak, and feeling torn and tired. My emotions are shredded like frayed ribbons. I don't miss my ex, I'm glad that negativity is out of my life, but I'm still mentally processing those memories together. I guess because my body is weak, those sad thoughts of failure come surfacing up.
I still remember how much I was in love with him, years ago when we first met. Everything was so passionate, forbidden, enthralling. I wanted it--hoped, and wished--that our connection could last. But it was like pouring water into a cup with holes: everything we tried to build always slipped through our fingers.
Still, the comforting moments linger and haunt me... having a companion in life wasn't worth feeling unwanted, though. I wasn't a priority anymore, and that's OK because quite frankly I was a fucking bitch at best. But not all the time. I really did try my best. I couldn't handle it, and now I'm looking forward to the future in the hopes of having better days with better love ahead. I knew in my heart that the writing was on the wall... things were too far gone for them to get better.
I hope God is watching. I hope the universe will guide me back to being a happier version of myself. What's the point to still think about a person who blocked me and would rather break up than give me space? I openly admit how I felt in that relationship and he would rather hide and deny. Again, I really cared but was at the end of my rope. I was so unhappy, I didn't want to try anymore, and he easily and happily also let me go. Such is life, and such is how things ended with this story.
|Lost feelings x Lost days|
Sunday, January 21, 2018
...So, I promised I wouldn't share this with anyone but I wanted to keep this safe here. My good friend took a photo of me on the skytrain and ended up turning the photo into a sketch. I'm obviously feelin' very flattered, as it's been a long time since someone has gifted me art. Ta-da~!
|I don't normally post photos where I'm not wearing makeup, but...|
My friend drew me super! adorably! 😍 #BLESSED
Life makes me live and die again, only to breathe life into me in small/random intervals. It's a suffocating life, it really is. I just want to feel things, a large variety of things! But everything escapes me these days. I'm torn between tryna chase feelings from the past, and balancing that with moving/looking towards the future.
One thing I am lamenting over, is how I'll have to cut my hair shorter due to having bleached/dyed it so many times over the years. It's been breaking and is lookin' quite thin and fine these days. I'm crying internally, but hey, it's just hair. It'll grow back in another few years lol. I'm consoling/steeling myself mentally in preparation. But hey, a funny thing about my hair colour is that people at work actually call me the "white-haired/silver-haired" girl. Which is a pretty cool nickname, I'd have to admit.
Tomorrow, I go back to living normal life. At least I can spend time with L after work, she always picks me up when I'm feeling low.
Thursday, January 18, 2018
Monday, January 15, 2018
Promises always get broken.
there are days where i put on the mask that people are not born with, but given
and i contemplate a variety of different subjects that most people don't care to talk about. i wonder if there is more to life than accepting the way things are. i wonder if there is a secret path to awakening, a spiritual and mental awakening, to truly show us what we are.
for myself... i sometimes feel free and i sometimes feel suffocated, like i'm drowning. i feel like i see everyone so clear, their motives, their ugliness. isn't it disheartening? i can't accept, i need to push it all away before it corrupts me.
some days i feel numb, other days are filled with acceptance, and more of them are filled with an indescribable longing.
Saturday, January 13, 2018
Another tiring day. Don't know what's what sometimes.
I stared up at office buildings and the gray sky, feeling a little more like myself. My old self. Something ethereal that lay dormant for a long time. Seeing things, but not actually seeing them.
Lately, when I see certain people, I can feel their energy. Like they want to sharpen this growing weapon; I see it like a glowing spear or arrow. I sense they want to strike me with it, but I don't want to be struck, if that makes sense.
When a person starts liking you but you don't like them back the same passionate way, that's what it feels like. At some point the feeling is different and so is the way that person looks at you and speaks to you.
Then again, as soon as you meet someone they're already sharpening their weapons against you anyway. Whether for love, or something else.
Friday, January 12, 2018
A/N: i said i would be working on my novel at the starbucks today, but so far i've been clowning around while my friend works on more excerpts for his story. oh well, here goes:
Though the sun shone brightly in Askr, the air was cold. Kiran wrapped her white robes tighter around her body and hurried through the courtyard. The high altitude of Askr Castle often left her feeling out of breath, so much that quickening her pace was often a struggle.
"Commander Anna, Prince Alfonse," Kiran greeted, as soon as she entered the war council chamber. Sharena was absent. "I've received reports that the Emblian army has advanced and breached our borders. Their troops are marching towards a small village south of the coast."
"This is dire news," Alfonse said.
"You won't like this next part either," Kiran continued. "It appears Princess Veronica herself is leading the charge."
"All the more reason for us to take action," Alfonse declared. "We must move to meet them at once."
Anna looked at Kiran, who hadn't bothered to take off her hood in her haste. Always the rational one, her next words were chosen carefully, with deliberation.
"Our soldiers are still weary from the last battle. We might not be able to spare our resources to save the village."
Alfonse didn't like her answer, Kiran could tell by the way he clenched his jaw and forced himself to even his tone.
"I've never known you to turn away from protecting our people," he said sternly.
"I know how you feel," Anna replied, crossing her arms across her chest. "But I am simply protecting our troops and the Heroes we have worked so painstakingly to summon."
The two of them turned to Kiran expectantly, waiting for the Summoner to determine their course of action, to be the tiebreaker for the debate.
"Well," Kiran started to say. "I..."
Meanwhile, in another part of the castle, the fierce glare of sunlight blasting in from the window woke Severa from her slumber. Her long auburn hair, normally fashioned into two twin-tails, spilled across the bed like a waterfall of flame. For a moment she lay still, eyes glossed over like a porcelain doll. Next, the fog of slumber lifted and her brain registered her surroundings. Alarmed by the unfamiliar room, she jerked and snatched up the closest item she could use as a weapon -- a candle holder off the night stand -- and sprung off the bed.
Judging by the view from the window, she wasn't in Nohr, but rather a different country with landscapes unfamiliar to her. Severa noted that the room was high up. Wisps of clouds were everywhere, floating into the sky like ribbons; the sky was shining with an exuberant brightness that could never be imaginable in Nohr.
Her pulse frantically quickened as panic set its way into her mind. Had she been rescued by allies, or captured by foe? She cursed under her breath as she willed her body to remain calm.
"Calm down, Severa," she muttered. "The enemy wouldn't possibly be kind enough to place you in a such nice surroundings."
Gripping the candle holder, she stormed out of the room and braced herself for what she might find.