Don't you think it's weird?

Don't you think it's weird,
how different things were a year ago?
How people came into your life,
and walked away where ever they want to go?
Perhaps, a year ago, I didn't like you,
Or I might fell in love with you,
Maybe we were just at hello,
Maybe we just didn't met yet...
We don't know how things will may flow,
Only He, the Almight will know,
hopefully with light He will show,
and it's to up us
Which road we want to go...
-SM, 2014

Chandler is my spirit animal

Get Busy Living Or Get Busy Dying

I used to obsess over living

Now I only obsess over you

You tell me you'd like boys like me better

In the dark lying on top of you

This has been said so many times

That I'm not sure if it matters

This has been said so many times

That I'm not sure if it matters

This has been said so many times

That I'm not sure if it matters

I know this hurts, it was meant to

(It was meant to)

Your secret's out and the best part

Is it isn't even a good one

And it's mind over you don't, don't, don't, don't matter

From day one I talked about getting out

But not forgetting about

How all my worst fears are letting out

He said, "Why put a new address on the same old loneliness?"

When breathing just passes the time

Until we all just get old and die

Now talking's just a waste of breath

And living's just a waste of death

And why put a new address on the same old loneliness?

And this is you and me and me and you

Until we've got nothing left

#DecemberWritingChallenge

Calling for writers, poets, bloggers, ex-bloggers, 

let's write everyday in this upcoming December!

Who's with me?!

Here's just some prompts if you want to follow.

#DecemberWritingChallenge

Instagram Addiction

   

Hello again my head,
how are you doing? This is............ hmmm... Hisashiburi desu ne! It has been a long time.

How to write a blog again?  I forgot to write my thoughts in paragraphs. It makes me think, how did I even write those hundreds and hundreds of words per entry. I think, since I got hooked up with Instagram, my words produced became so limited, so controlled, so confined by a little box telling me to "WRITE A CAPTION..." Sometimes, I don't want to write a caption, sometimes I want to write a story out of the story, sometimes, I want to write a poem, and sometimes I want to write a novel. But somehow, I get used to those words. That "WRITE A CAPTION..." has became my addiction. It has became my routine to upload at least a picture with 'a caption'. I have tried though. I have tried to give it a try. A trial for me to not upload a picture. I couldn't. It's just too addictive.

HAHAHAHHAA oh my god this is just an exaggeration!!! All I want is to post something on this blog. hahahhaa... I like Instagram. It's just I need to slow down with my uploads. I need to get a life. AHHAHA... Sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Somehow this feels nostalgic. I'm telling myself to get a life. When I did, I wish to be behind this laptop to write again. WHAT DO YOU WANT SARAH?!?!?!?! Make up your mind.

A month left.. A month left to spend my days as a 20-year-old girl. 21 is just too scary.
Last days as a sophomore.
This is another thought! Why didn't use the term Freshmen Year, Sophomore Year, Junior Year, Senior Year instead of, the usual First, Second, Third, Final Year?
Oh right... We're using the British English terms. :\

So yeah... this is just a warm to my "I want to write everyday in my blog in this December" plan. So, look out for those entries! I hope I can finish that challenge without any hiccups! InsyaaAllah.

I still want to name this blog.

Glad that I could write,
Sarah.