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Bitter Heart

My new favorite artist, Zee Avi ♥



It is one of my favorite words, it just portrays hope and a whole gamut of possibilities. And once again, I am starting over. I have anchored in a point in my life wherein endings doesn't sound so bad at all, so does change. There have been immense changes occurring lately and I managed to surprise myself on how I handled every spec of it. I may not be ready, but who ever is? It is not like people just sit and anticipate drastic changes in their life as if they are merely waiting for dawn. Most of the beautiful shifts and turns are those not bargained for.


I am excited with this new "project" I am about to embark on. This is something I love doing and I am really glad that I sealed the deal. However, I do not want to jinx it and so, I am saving it for now and letting my husband absorb all my annoying out of the blue shrieks and occasional swoons. WEEE!


My love for black and white.


I am not the kind of person who will simply shut it and just curl up in one corner while injustice is being paraded right in front of me in a sequined red dress. It is part of my (or I believe ,anybody's) instinct to defend myself and to stand up for what I believe is in the books, or at least should be in the books. However, the situation I am in now constrains my rebelling opinions. I am in no position to talk. And it sucks every ounce of patience and self control in my body. How could the system be so rotten? How could they be so in contradiction with the profession they are practicing?

One more day, and we both will see.

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