Life, She Is Strange..

Life, she is strange..

Sometime I wonder why life is tricky..

why make me hate you..

till i wanna end you..

and then make me love you again..

like nobody has ever loved anything..

or anyone..

You're a trickster..

well i guess i like tricks..

good for you, bad for me..

your tricks are too intense to bare..

your tricks are too good to stop..

your tricks makes me insane..

insanely hateful..

and immensely in love..

I don't get you..

you're too tricky..

You're a witch..

but I like magic..

good for you again,

bad for me once again..

your magic is enchanting..

your magic is forbidden..

your magic lures me..

Lures me until i get near you..

like a sailor tamed by a siren..

and then you eat me up mercilessly..

Lures me until my eyes feel heavy..

like a little baby

listening to their mother's lullaby..

and then I fall asleep in your lap..

warm and comfortable and safe..

I can't understand you..

you're just magical..

Sometime I wonder why life is tricky!

The Last Summer Dairies

Someone's intro~

Last summer, as told in the intro, was very boring and still, but I'm chaotic tho! So was my friend. I always tell her how I make a better boyfriend for her than anyone else can if only I was boy and lol we both know I'm not lying.. tho the last summer dairies was supposedly a memory capture memoir there's nothing much left in that summer to capture, I spent my time reading, annoying my bestie, and writing this dairies.. so most of the content would be me just having a sudden surge of motivation after reading a certain page of a book or me just writting the most romantic, cheesiest and flirtatious love letters to my 'someone', my bestie, proving or rather teasing, that only I make the best boyfriend for her. So the someone in my letters is just my pookie ;)

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I have an habit of making scenarios in my head.. be it while listening to music (sometimes listening to one particular song on LOOP) or just staring at the ceiling.. being idle in any way, mentally, makes me imagine beautiful stories for myself, with things I Iove to explore or a guy I never met or know.. and I was just dumping all my ideas here.. trust me it was way better in my head !!

Short stories :

Dreams to reality

moodboard 3

"I just stood there admiring the beautiful union of the ocean and the sky far ahead. But then I felt something poking on my back, as if someone pointed a sword at me. I turned my head to see it was indeed a sword. I wouldn't mind though, because it was him who was holding the sword."

- dreams to reality

moodboard 4

"you gotta stop reading those books, you got a real boyfriend why are you still obsessed with these book men" he teased. "Cause they're far better than you" I teased back, but added "don't sulk now idiot, it was you that I always dream about, happy?". "So it's only me?", "Only you idiot!", then he held my hand firmly as if to never leave it. I did the same because I don't wanna leave him either. Never.

- dreams to reality

The Last Summer Dairies

To my someone :

You..

What have you done to me?!

For, you're not all the perfection of the universe, nor the most beautiful of all 8 billion!

When I first saw you..

Thought you are good and kinda 'reserved'

I don't quite remember it but I must've judged you, you too!

After all I'm a just a human and definitely not the best of my kind, who got both good and the bad nestled inside them..

You're not perfect either..

Nobody is..

But it's your imperfections that shined bright, flawed but real is what you are.. to me..

The love that's gradually filling up my heart - for you - has crushed all yours flaws, my eyes can only see you if it is to adore you and love you.. i thought the love made your flaws invisible but no, it made them look even more beautiful, every flaw, every scar, every tear, they're beautiful and pure.. for, judging you has far left my dictionary..

Idk how you do it, still, the same magic tricks. Every. Freaking. Day.. I'm spellbound.. it's that little smile of yours that does all the tricks i guess.. that smile, that gets all the butterflies in my tummy to flutter wildly.. you're a witch..

Your presence feels like a whole firework display during my darkest of nights..

Whenever I look at you, I feel like those hero's in movies or soap operas, gawking at the female lead, her sight alone played a 100 drums in his hearts along with a background song and suddenly everybody in the street is a undercover dancer. The heavy breeze that surprisingly never makes her hair frizzy but let is flow beautifully making her look the prettiest. And the 'full teeth display' smile is suddenly so beautiful?? How?? Love?? All of this.. which I once considered cringe is now my reality. The irony! The audacity! Love again? Goddamn you!!

Whenever I see you, I felt like the time's tricking me. As if it halted for a moment, a brief moment to admire you.. woah now I'm officially mad?! In love..?! Cheesy! But real :( the time stopped for a moment, for my eyes to capture your every detail, every flaw, and still adore you. The time, it feels painfully slow but awfully fast wherever I'm with you..

The voices inside me always taunted me, but when I'm with you they sing classic romantics?! The worse singers became the enchantress, the sirens, the muses, the nine circes. See, look at what your presence made me. What is so special about you?? To love you so deep and mad.

But then, I realised, you're not special, you're just YOU. A normal, joyous, chaotic yet adorable you! A human, like me. Cause what are you to be so special and flawless??? A doll? That I can choose beforehand, for how you should look and behave? A doll I can pick out of several others, pick the flawless one, the best of all from the carefully displayed showcase?? But you're not a doll.. you're a human, like me, in flesh and blood, with a heart that pumps and a mind that wanders around, with scars that glimmer gold and flaws that flaunts in silver. I have not chosen you because you're best of all, I haven't even chosen you to begin with, I just love you.

You're not stood out of the crowd but among the crowd caring everyone.. You're not ace of everything but jack of all trades enough to survive.. You're not a popular celebrity nor a high profile officer.. for now.. under every thing, beneath every layer, You're just YOU.. a normal human, fighting her own battles, loving her people while living her best life as she possibly can.

As selfishly as it might sound to you but I'm glad you're not special, for, I'm just as average and normal as you are, a typical human, so if you are special then I wouldn't have met you ever! You stayed as YOU, nothing special but also just specially you.. and so it was easy for me to have met you and be with you and find the lost lights of my life within your warmth.

You were never mine to begin with..

You were never unrecognizably special..

You're just YOU and now..

You're just mine..

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