Pondering prose

She chose love,
He chose fear.

Love drives out fear.
Fear misunderstands.

Love forgives.
Fear blinds.

There is no room for fear in love,
Nor love in fear.

It wasn't meant to be.

love.
because life has too much drama.

*pic source*

drats more often than not strike up a convo and the deeper it goes, you hit that 9inch glass wall between the two of your minds. we are so different it annoys us.
soon that wall will be thicker and thicker,
and eventually so far so opaque the other will be erased,
memory deleted

*pic source*

why were we lovers again?

the empty state

*pic source*

she cannot even be thankful for their commitment to each other

due to the passive aggressiveness and clear mistake in Her choices 

generations of mistakes of which she had no control over and was born into

what are the stakes, 

what are the takes

will she make the same ill choice, just to escape misery,

and have history repeat herself. 

"Hey Jamie, how's it going?"

"oh good and you?"

subtext subtext

and 10 years go by. 

pfffft

lol who needs facebook
when you can walk down the road to the shops
and pleasantly bump into old mates you haven't seen in years.

In just a short span of two hours, a primary school friend, a high school friend, catch ups even if brief are good.

It's funny how certain people, without intention, you do see every 2-3 years or so just by happenstance.

laughs. "oh sandra you never change" - michael

too true too true. hahahahahah


better is a phone call to organise a gathering over lunch face to face, than endless hours of browsing social media and not actually "knowing" the person. Why go about secondary information of what posts entail and glam up, when you can go straight to the source and ask

"how are you?"

seriously make a difference today
and have a deep genuine conversation with someone today.

why waste life

look

breathe

jump

see

relief

be

text no more

27

it is something in the water or are most of the people around undergoing really really stressful patches in the travelog of life.

ironically i don't seem to be a part of it, but a fly on the wall observing or hearing.

immuned?

insensitive?

irrelevant?

to reflect on ones emotionless state is rather bothersome when there is nothing to go off.

hmmmmm....


i feel like im a frog stuck in the buoyancy of jelly. not really going anywhere, not sinking yet not floating.

duh moments.

yet profound for the individuals experiencing it 

*source*

when you lose your everything,

literally nothing else matters

forever wandering, a stranger on this planet. 

unavailable

if one is unavailable for eternity
though previously so intimate

does that still count as closeness if it is not practiced?

hmm.. divorce is ugly.

ponder ponder

would she be an extremist if she equates omitting the truth intentionally when asked, as a lie?
or is it higher standards/regards/value on truth?

or perhaps at the core of it, it is human to lie.
by default is she a robot then?

what are the alternatives
life is not binary.

so much grey, grey, grey

a story for another day...

2016, not sure if it is a shot to the heart or the mind
or the two are inseparable.

a soul.

mate. - "you need sleep"

a story for another day.....

love triumphs all and is the beginning to understanding..
=]

thank you
never did deserve any of it.

~finale

such broken prose, of a fragmented mind?

hmmmmm

that sudden sense of impeding doom..

*source*

so irrational....

your friend procrastination comes to be its distraction.....

quiver for a second, what cog clogs tip our thoughts to doom.... surely the situation was always present. Yet why unapparent? do we just live our lives in denial?

perhaps...

hello procrastination.

9AM stereotypes...

Ugh waking up to catch a 9am train on a Saturday morning,

having spent the evening before churning out a review alongside the midnight comfort snack of 2min noodles. Life of an art critic . lol. jokes.


Anywho. sat across from three for some reason hyper active males of the following character traits/convo topics.

- poker night, last night, was awesome
- I had wayyy too many energy drinks last night
- people think they know how to film, but they don't
- *takes video footage* we got train footage..wooohoo..
- i like heavy metal
- not all the screamo stuff
- Supernova
- First stop in city is minotaur
- Doctor Who
- rave pants
- Lets dress up as Wolverine
- bring over your WiiU
- gaming
- I think i need to exercise
- friend ask to contribute to a novel, am legitimately thinking about it
- commission art
- ponies



....lewl i was half asleep  and still couldn't believe my ears.

ahhh..reminiscing

that awesome random day in physiology lectures with dentistry kids when my phone rang itself.

infinite posibilities , it could have been.

and in my head the most plausible was 'future self, calling, self'

lewl.

turns out to be some automated service to activate voicemail message. totally un-exciting.

in the interim_
no longer young and stupid.
which means no more crazy things =P

though i did have to pause and reflect a bit on Platform 3 @ Flinders
Tight maroon jeans, black-rimmed-DickSmith-like-glasses, blonde shoulder lengh hair dude, just staring at magpies eating random things.

thought runs through head "wouldn't he be an interesting person to speak to"
5mins later and walking past three times (coz if forgot what train if it was Elizabeth or Swanston street exit i needed =.=)

he's still engrossed at magpies.

bleh. walks away

victor are you proud!!!! LOL

he said nail it on the wall

...his humility, honesty, love for Christ out-flowing to willingness to serve others (though sometimes i worry it's more duty, than joyful obedience), logical mind, smile, care, attention to detail, his family, passion for games, voice, amongst other things. At the end of the day,someone I would be most happy to serve and submit to despite knowing all the annoying things bout him =P


...how curious >.>

can perfection be subjective?

then would it be perfect?

i dunno

but it was perfect to me ...so she says

but the outcome renders it not being so...

unless we have clouded our minds in thinking that perfect is equivalent to "good" (which is so subjective), "positive", "win-win situations", "without error"

meh...im just rambling...

A wife of noble character who can find?

Answer: I disagree with the premise

No wife of noble character can be found upon first sight or a particular instance or with I-will-look-really-hard syndrome

With time, suffering, sacrifice and insert a-whole-bunch-of-other-character-building-adjectives after meeting, then eventually you get to 77% of what is described in Proverbs 31: 10 - 31

Brilliant poetry though.

=P

a husband who ain't a douchebag, who can find? >.>

lewl jane, so harsh, so harsh =P

hmmm.. it also seems I am not the only person with a two year deadline >.>
But Mr. A is a zillion intelligence levels above me *squints*

Let the Games begin.

 

power surge

Xavier lend me your telepathy

Immature child, you cannot have it, fathom, grasp nor need it. What good will it do you and others, when you cannot sort our your own mind? Put an end to your laziness. Pick up yourself and walk

Y_Y

aww okay
little redundant there with fathom and grasp
but i get the point >.>

hmm. its been too long since i did an xmen evo marathon
constantly impresses me that Steve e. Gordon stole the entire character design for the series
what a pro!

on the side_
two scary thoughts + one irrelevant blurt

1. people actually trust me
zomg be above reproach above reproach above reproach above
reproach above reproach above reproach
slightly driving me insane

2. the thought of losing one's mind with age
*shudders*
convo on the train with Sarah - "God kill me before I get Alzheimers"
dialogue was a few years back, i remained silent. did not know what to say

3. bye bye flawless skin
age 23, sunspots have come to take over
*shrugs*
oh wells. had a good run lol
no complaints
and can't be bothered taking care of it either =P
sorry winnie ><"

a day...

an apple a day
a sermon a day
a movie a day

...that should keep me going for a while >.> lewl

so the yarn is my world of to-be-sorted-agendas

nnnuuuggghhh......

can't be bothered -.-"

things to do....

1. read the bible
2. figure out what classes to enrol in, uni starts next week Y_Y
3. publish that paper
4. go see captain America when it comes out
5. try that new jap place on kingsway
6. figure out work scedule Y_Y
7. ZOMG PLAY FRANK! (french horn)

picked it up last week. and im soo incredible sadd.. i've gone negative grade1. how is that even possible *sob*
cannot attend band this semester as classes end at 6.15pm at melb city. noooooooooooooooo

my love what have i done Y_________Y

~

what is this state...

i don't

know..

need to focus..

but....

blue eyes, blonde hair, concern, family, father, friendships, purpose, growth, time, fun, still, death, eternity, flight, frank, music, soul, future, child-like, stuck.

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