God has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart. Ecclesiastes 3:11

Thanks, Cathy :D

Kelangan kong aminin...

...na naiyak ako sa duet ni Charice at Celine.

HAHAHAHA

The heart is a vast field planted with dreams. God will take care of the sun and rain. Don't let any thing, experience or thought, invade that field like locusts.

Thanks, Hoon :)

I've had such a difficult time writing these past couple of years. I've tried to write about the things on my mind, the things I had been going through, but the inherent risk of saying a little too much that comes with writing just kept taking its toll. Perhaps it's because I've suddenly had opportunities put my idealism to practice as I saw that a couple of my theories about life were actually true.

But like anything, my youth blinded me from realities that weigh a lot more than I wanted to believe they would. Realities that exist in the world that idealists have to work around with, because although they may not see them as true, they are real and have to be dealt with, or at least have its existence recognised. The idealist in me has finally accepted that what other people think do matter, because whatever you do or say is so much weaker than thoughts that go against the current you're fighting against. And once the thoughts become beliefs, well then hope is all that you have to cling on to, as fighting against the current leaves you worse off than where you started.

My idealism tells me that hope is everywhere. And honestly (and seemingly naively) , my reality pretty much says the same thing. Because today, I had the most amazing experience with my mother. It just took that one moment -- fifteen cataclysmic minutes -- to bring me to someplace where my idealism can thrive again. Where Hope is as abundant and overflowing as fresh wind taking over a muggy room, exhibiting its magnificence for all the jaded to see.

It's the things we know that rob us of hope. Because when we decide that we know, we block out any possibility of experience to come in and take control of everything we hold dear to. It's not experience that steals, or changes, or mixes things up. It's knowing, because in knowing, we rob ourselves of the opportunity to discover anything new. It is a statement that we have found what it is that we're looking for, albeit naive enough not to think about the what ifs of tomorrow as terrestrial perfection evolves into imperfection, denying all beauty that may ensue with persisting with the imperfect.

Twitter is causing me to post useless, brief blogs.

Hmmmm... I've always thought life would be easier as a boy. Thoughts, anyone?

Brilliant song. Brilliant video. Not so brilliant when you actually start to get what the song means.

So I’ll check the weather wherever you are
Cause I wanna know if you can see the stars tonight
It might be my only right