After Hours

At the wee hour of the day, I’m still up surprisingly. Mind boggling with life questions.

I am a person who enjoys sleeping before 12. Why so you may ask. I am a creature of habit. I believe my body deserves the rest it needs.

I remember when we first started texting, we would sometimes text til late. But I would tell you that we both needed the rest. I even questioned myself and you why we then only spoke at a certain hour.
I didn’t like texting you after hours because I don’t like the feeling of being only then when life had nothing to offer or when everything or everyone else was asleep. It gave a sense of second place.

But lately I noticed many girls don’t care of it. Don’t have a control over their own time and lives. I suppose they value themselves like that.
I’m going to continue being the girl with a routine and principal. I won’t condone to being seek when needed only.

Respect yourself enough to nurture your body and mind.

Try, Tried, Tired

Life has it’s many speed bumps. Some small. Some annoyingly high. Some so low, you don’t even have to slow down. But one thing for sure is that we still keep driving.
The road has indeed been bumpy for me for a while and how I miss her. I know she wants me to march on and be happy.
I can give up. I always pull through. Keep the faith lil girl. You have to be the rock no matter what. You know you’re role, stay strong. Chin up. Insyallah.

Don’t Lie

I may not be that brave of a person to open up my heart to tell the truth but at least I don’t lie.
Many instances people dear to me lie to me. But in the end, the truth reveals itself to me. Only clouds the picture I have of you and makes me question your presence in my life.
Why must people I trust and care for lie to me? It hurts. Am I not worthy of truth or are you not worthy in my life?

Damn If I Do, Damn If I Don’t

I was once told to my face that I was incapable of love. Few months down the road I fell in love. But oh well, the intense dating only brought me down in shambles.

Someone once described me as staunch. Not moved by certain funny gestures as I had rules for myself that I lived by. But that someone had more rules for himself that he broke but couldn’t bend his rules based on his own mistakes for me.

Three years should do the trick. But it’s already three and nothing seems to change.

Fixed my tooth. But never capped it well. Now it hurts.

I love cars. I took care of my old car so dearly. This car, was scratch not by me. It makes me sad looking at how comot it is. But upgrades are always equalled to higher cost.

Be there for friends in times of death, breakups and so forth. My low points, where are they?

Exercise, not enough sleep. What’s the point?