Banana Chips Love Story

Have you ever asked if by this same moment you are in right now, if someone misses u? If someone also looks at the same stars and stairs blankly at  the horizons thinking about you? Coz i am. It pains me everytime i think about it, for i only think of one person. And that is you.  I miss him. I miss you. I think about how our moments were accidentally written by fate for us, how every heartbeat sounds like the sounds of your voice calling my name. I miss how your elongated fingers are entwined as if it was written in the stars that your fingers belonged to Mine. I miss you. I miss our memories, our moments. That it was as if every second was meant to be whispered unto my soul. Did i ever told u that i love your eyes? For your eyes are like strainers of my hearts pain, that whenever those same eyes are caught beneath the sun's rays, it was really meant to look at mine. I miss you. But most importantly all i ever wanted to say is that I love you.  For there are only i miss yous to in

We are all Cinderella no matter what size, within each one of us there is unique beauty and grace. Finding that beauty, however, isn't easy. See, Cinderella had to first recognize that the problem wasn't her evil step mother. The problem was that it was easier to hide out cleaning the house than to go out and find happiness. She needed a fairy-godmother to empower her with the kind of self-confidence it takes to reject the insecurity brought on by unrealistic, over cheating, air brush, anorexic princess images in the media.  - Nola (Lying to be Perfect) Here I am, wrapped fabulously in my black aero shirt and skimpy leggings staring at my figure in a full mirror at my pad, yeah I guess this isn’t the best I could pull off from my disaster of a closet, but moreover the real reason I am blogging right now is that because I came into a conclusion in my life… and believe me when I tell you that this is a big thing for me. After watching the Cinderella Pact starring

There are people you will always wait for. You want them to be a part of your life, to approve of your decisions, to love you in the way you love them. Even if they say, in so many words, “I am not interested,” you will choose to interpret it as a temporary speed bump instead of the road block it was intended to be. You can lose months, years, waiting for someone who has already made it clear they have no desire to catch up. You wait for them largely because you think that, in the time between now and when they realize they actually care about you, you’ll be able to change into the person they likely want you to be. You’ll be wittier, thinner, happier, and more fun. You’ll have become the person you know you’re capable of being, and they will have magically realized that they were wrong. There are people who  make  you wait. Worse still than those for whom you wait of your own volition, these are the people who know they have a certain amount of control and influence over your

It seems when the world has shrunk to a tiny fragment of what it used to be, maybe in the shape of a human body, there is a greater urge to destroy it.  My world has shrunk to the shape of my body and I so want to destroy it.  I have done it once, and almost succeeded.  Everyday I walked around in a shell always one size too small for my soul until one day even the shell began to wither out of fatigue. I refused to eat or sleep, and whenever I did, those moments were wracked by guilt.  But here I am, still whole. I suppose I owe the universe an apology for that.  I am not seeking for attention nor sympathy. I need neither, and I’d be so much happier if left alone to my own senses. Being alone grants me the power to not be judged; to let everything flow and waste away and not let anyone say that I’m “wrong".  Because whatever I do, I don’t really mind if I am or I am not. Somehow, I just want people to know that I am going to try again. And this t