June 29, 2014

June 27, 2014

June 24, 2014

Do as you please

There are times when I'm caught up in everything and I have to say to myself, "Please feel good; please feel better; hey, you're big girl, please don't cry; everything's okay; you're fine; things aren't falling apart; take a second; get back to a place where you realize that you don't actually have real problems." That happens. You never know when those tables are gonna turn... The point isn't hard to grasp, trying to please everyone is impossible cos they won't stop talking. There comes a point when you have got to stop relying on other people to make you feel okay. Life will never be perfect, no matter how hard you try.

June 17, 2014

Father's day


Ayah...so many images come to mind 
whenever I speak your name; 
It seems without you in my life 
things will never been the same. 

What happened to those lazy days 
when I was just a child; 
When my life was consumed in you 
in your love, and in your smile. 

What happened to all those times 
when I always looked to you; 
No matter what happened in my life 
you could make my gray skies blue. 

Some days I hear your voice 
and turn to see your face; 
Yet in my turning...it seems 
the sound has been erased. 

Ayah, who will I turn to for answers 
when life does not make sense; 
Who will be there to hold me close 
when the pieces just don't fit. 

If I could turn back time 
and once more hear your voice; 
I'd tell you that out of all the dads 
you would still be my choice. 

No one can take your place; 
Years may come and go 
but your memory will never be erased. 

June 1, 2014

Skipping class

Skipping class felt, stupid. It's not that it's a stupid thing to do, hey, everyone has their own way of filling their days. Sometimes with even better things than listening to lectures. The main reason for skipping three classes today was to finish my assignments apart from clearing the mess out of my mind. And it just felt stupid doing so. All day I sat on my desk with no internet, staring outside my window, counting the number of buses coming in and out of the front gate, the slow and fast pace of people walking under the rain, listening to the rain dropped heavier and heavier, feeling the rough wind, soft wind against my face, letting them blow through my hair shaping them into whatever style it pleased, and that's it. My assignments were still pending. And I didn't walk under the rain. Damn it. I didn't walk under the rain, feel the pool of water in my sneakers nor feel the mush of sweat and rainwater on my face. None.