I believe in the sun, even when I can't see it.
I believe in love, even when I don't feel it.
I believe in God, even when he is silent.

Nice words right, something you'd find on a postcard or hanging on a plaque in your grandma's house?

What if I told you these words were found scratched into the walls of a Prisoner Of War camp after the second world war?

did the prisoner survive?
what horrors did he witness?
what loved ones did he lose?
how was he still able to have hope unwavered?

'Faith that surpasses all understanding'

Just thoughts on paper

Making my own way. The road less traveled seems a breeze. I chose instead the road untraveled.
I'm small, but my dreams are big. I'm shy but my voice will be heard. I'm broken but redeemed.

the heart wants to be loved, but what is the soul willing to give up in order to obtain this love?

Continue to seek what is good. Continue to be yourself even if its not accepted, attractive, or desired. Don't fall for the lie again. Don't play your cards close to your chest. Be wise but open. Don't let your heart grow cold but don't lay it out there either. Love yourself because it's who your stuck with. Make the mark you were born to make, not the mark you hope for people to see. Go back to childhood dreams, revisit the morals of your youth.
Back when you believed you were worth it.

who turned our bravery into shame?

Who told us our scars are ugly?

(Renee Yohe - to write love on her arms)

a hero. a quote. a dream

To state the obvious, this man was a literary genius. He always seems to put into words that which my vocabulary can only barely elude to. This quote being no exception.


There are so many people out there who have shut themselves off because they have been hurt.broken.abandoned.rejected


It breaks my heart.

I, too have been hurt in more than one way by more than one person but the scars only remind that I loved. I truly loved. And though it hurt, and believe me it did.
I will love again.


That I can promise you.

This to shall pass...

I'm sorry,

to my friends,

the ones that have to put up with my mistakes.

my tears.

my shortcomings.

you deserve better

I'll be better...

strawberries, steak and marshmallows

The smell of juicy couture and aftershave mixed with liquor and fat hangs in the air, an old friend to the senses, reminding me that I am living in the best of times.
It starts with drinks. It always starts with drinks doesn't it? Tonight the setting is hogs breath cafe, the time is 7pm and the drinks have arrived. I'm smiling already.
I think the combined weight of all 4 people at the table would fall below 220kg but that doesn't stop us from ordering the biggest things we can find on the menu, starting with a ridiculously indulgent appetizer to share. The stuffed potato skins, squid rings, friend chicken and spring rolls are devoured in record time as the aforementioned drinks kick in and we quickly descend into hysterics. Nobody makes me laugh like these people.

After a few laughs with the waiter and a sing-along to happy birthday, our main meals arrive. Now the meals at any stake house are a force to be reckoned with, and even with my very feminine choice of a petite order, it was still a mission to finish, all be it a wonderful one.

Some of my friends however, where not quiet as committed, and thus failed in the mission. I still feel for their pain, even today.

From there we decide that, though we are near bursting with food and have certainly exceeded our calorie intake for the week, the best idea is to order the biggest dessert on the menu in one last ditch effort to make certain we feel sick for the rest of the evening. It was amazing, thanks for asking.

The food was all delicious and I'd recommend the place to anyone but that is hardly the point for me. because it's not really about the food is it? That is merely the scrumptious excuse we use to gather with the people we hold most dear. You see the most tantalizing aspect of any night I spend with friends in a restaurant is not the food. Instead it is the people, the rich texture of friendship, the sweet sound of laughter, The old smell of familiarity and memories, all combined to make it clear that this really is the best of times.

Smile often

Beth

This broke my heart when it was played...

...I need to stop getting teary in tutorials

for everything I don't like..

I like words. Though I do not believe that they can ever encapsulate the sum of ones experience,

they look so regal when scratched on paper,

and sound so eloquent when rolled off the tongue in the right manner.

I like photos. Capturing the moments that one hopes to never forget and displaying them as a keepsake for years to come has always seemed such a romantic notion to me.

I like people. They bring out the best and the worst in me,

and it is only in the context of relationship that one truly learns the good that still exists amongst the human condition.


I like reading. I'm hardly under the impression that being ignorant about the world, it's history, and it's different cultures, is somehow cool.

once apon a time, or maybe twice...

Me: What is your greatest fear?

Mum: Being trapped in water under ice.

Me: Telling me to accept mediocrity is like telling yourself to accept being trapped in water under ice,
because mediocrity is my greatest fear.