i know mommy loves me when...
she presents to me a plate of sliced fruit;
pitted & peeled.
toothpick included.
delivered to my room.
without asking.
DIDNT EVEN KNOW WE BOUGHT PLUMS! O:
October 2010
87 posts
September 2010
63 posts
where is the fine line
between being strong and being mean?
i want you to be strong enough to speak your mind clearly and not back off from any necessary words. i wish you could communicate without feeling stifled. i wish you could do enough for yourself so you’d stop feeling uncomfortable. i hate seeing you pushed around by others’ persistent words and reason. sure they know what they want and they want you to want the same but why can’t they ask in a more mature way? you’re caught between how you really feel and what you feel you must say in order to be approved; forget that. just be true to yourself.
& then there’s being mean. i know you feel like you’re mean but this is real life. just communicate; just hoping you won’t say any unnecessary words but as long as it’s you, things will turn out fine. these things arise as challenges yet at the same time there’s a strong hope that you’d continue to love and appreciate others around you despite all these others that might tempt you otherwise…
She said,
“In a moment of time, on average, a person only maintains a hundred and fifty relationships. That’s 150 people that you actually interact and keep in touch with. At first, it seems like quite a big number but really, there are 100s of millions of people in Vancouver yet we’re only able to maintain relationships with 150 of them. Now, don’t you want to fill your life with 150 people that care about you and just be happy?”
Hmm… (:
I'll say:
Progression is one of my favourites. Seeing someone come so far from where they’ve been is just amazing; it’s so inspiring because it’s real. Makes me happy to have noticed that in someone.
If I were in a position to let them know how proud of them I was, I would.
I wish I could be there, not just in the beginning but, in the result as well.
It’s one of those recurring wishes that just never leave you alone.
How brutally ironic is it that when you avoid doing something in order to stop thinking about it, the regret of that very inaction is what perpetuates your thoughts to no foreseeable end?
Quite.
sometimes i ask people questions without listening to their answer.
oooops…
i know.
i should have.
but i did not.
now, why didn’t i?
why do i keep running?
i just keep looking back now.
running from the thing i want most…
why would anyone do such a thing?
yes.
edit: don’t know what went wrong with me. it isn’t something i ‘want most’, now that i’ve spent more time thinking about it, but it certainly sounds better that way, doesn’t it?
Play
trying to evade ‘I’ as much as possible.
what good are weapons?
no good.
“Sometimes you don’t realize you don’t want something until you get it.”
—
(via wisdomorganic)
And you don’t realize you don’t want something until you lose it.
Or you don’t realize what you want until you get it.
Then, you realize how much you really did want it only once you lose it.
But, hopefully just once.
Now, treasure it.
what good are weapons
unless they make their mark? unless the one whom you aim at is aware of your intention? humans have funny inhibitions in both speech and action. i don’t know why i invite all others when it is you whom i want to invite the most, like i’m playing my own childish games when everyone else has already gone in. i don’t know why i always ask him instead of you; he seems to have become my human weapon. against what? against you? no— merely the absence of you.
I know what’s at stake.
I know that i’ve let you down.
& if you give me a chance: Believe that I can change.
I’ll keep us together whatever it takes~
the monster you can see
is hardly the one you should fear.
“The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved — loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.”
—
Victor Hugo (via julie911)
—— how wonderfully ironic.
driving in the rain sure is fuel efficient.
Kohlberg + driving.
Development in Moral Reasoning.
Level 1: Pre-conventional. Focus on self.
Stage I: obedience driven. actions done to avoid punishment.
Stage II: self interest driven. actions done to benefit self.
Level 2: Conventional. Focus on society.
Stage I: conformity driven. actions done to fit into society`s norms.
Stage II: authority obedience driven. actions done to uphold the order of society.
Level 3: Post-conventional. Focus on greater good.
Stage I: general welfare driven. actions done to benefit majority.
Stage II: ethics driven. actions done because it is right, regardless of `laws`.
“It is extremely rare to regress backward in stages—to lose the use of higher stage abilities.“
———————————————————————————————————————-
Level 1, Stage I - we drive at speed limit to avoid punishment.
Level 1, Stage II - we speed to get somewhere faster.
Level 2, Stage I - we speed because everyone else speeds.
Level 2, Stage II - we drive at speed limit to `follow the law`(avoid punishment).
Level 3, Stage I - we speed to not jam traffic.
Level 3, Stage II - we drive at speed limit just because it`s good to.
So technically, if our thinking was mature, we would all speed….
today, i lived with no regrets (:
Pleasure ground
capsule
IF I STILL HAD MY IPOD RIGHT NOW… this would be my morning alarm. The chime sound from my phone’s alarm is so harsh they just make me want to bury into the blankets more in an attempt to stifle the sound out. The sudden noise just startles me from slumber… :( I miss waking up to music; it’s a such nice gradual way of waking up (:
major props to loowas~
clichés are clichés for a reason.
because they’re true.
"...but oh well now you will really remember me."
Yeah. Great.
How do you get so empty? he wondered. Who takes it out of you? And that awful flower the other day, the dandelion! It summed up everything, hadn’t it? ”What a shame! You’re not in love with anyone!”
And why not?
How long had they walked together? Three minutes? Five?
Yet how large that time seemed now.
you can love anything if you put your mind to it.
sounds ironic, doesn’t it?
funny because it also applies to people.
your mind can really fool you this way.
Who do you love?
Me or the Thought of me?
-John Mayer
no expectations
just your presence is enough
how can i sleep now ?
we've all done it when we were younger:
finding some dirt on someone we don’t like. to share that info, we usually have to go out of our way to mention the subject. we enjoyed having that knowledge and having that power…
but what about when we discover something nice about them? do we share that too? how often have we gone out of our way to fix the damage? how often do we downplay the real effect of our words?
