如果你真的愛一個人, 你會希望他很幸福.
因為愛在遠方 也只能做這麼多.
要是他能幸福, 愛也就滿足了.
也許他永遠 也不會知道 我多麼愛他,
但這一切是 我想要給他的.
真愛是沒有代價的.
October 7, 2012
October 5, 2012
Fury
I hate to waste a post here to write about this, but I felt it had to be done because I'm angry it happened. Let me start off by explaining why I even have this blog in the first place. The reason why I have this blog is because I love to write. I don't write for anyone, I write for myself. This is the only way I can express myself wholly. I get inspired by things that happen in my life and I write it down. This is an outlet. This is where I can be myself.
Sometimes when people want to know how I am feeling and whatnot, I like to refer them here, simply because I am honest in my poetry. I don't lie in my poetry. Things may change, but I don't lie in those words, in those moments. I don't mind if people read my work. Sometimes I am happy that I have an audience. And sometimes I am excited to show someone a piece of work that I am proud of. Bottom line is, I don't mind sharing my work for people to read.
But that doesn't mean you can abuse it.
Every art is open to interpretation and I think it's great if someone else read my work in a different light than I intended -- it means that the person thought and related to my words. But that doesn't mean the interpretation is necessarily correct. I, ultimately, hold the meaning to my work because I wrote it. No one else holds that authority. So before jumping to conclusions about what I've written, would it not be better to ask me about it? I admit I am not always articulate (hence why I use the poetic form), but at least let me explain?
I am always flattered when someone compliments my work or want to discuss them with me because it means that he/she found it interesting or compelling. And most of the time, I am up for the dissection of my words. But sometimes not. That's why I have my comments disabled because I don't want to hear how you read my poems; I don't want to know. It's not that I am egotistic and I don't want to hear any criticisms, but this is my home. I don't want any potential vandalism or people giving me shizzles about things-- these words that I have crafted-- that I hold dear. I know I don't always produce the best poems (some are downright bad), but they are mine nonetheless and I love them all the same because they grew with me. These poems are, essentially, my life. I gave breath to them.
You don't have the right to steal them.
The least you could do is just ask. It's not like I'm going to say no to you outright. When you take my words without permission, it's like me going into your house and stealing your things or kidnapping your children. Same concept. (Well not that I'm going to ask you if I could steal your things or kidnap your kids first, but you know what I mean.) It's an invasion, it's a burglary. And I am appalled.
To the person who felt he can just prance in here, copy and paste my poem, and use it for his own (inappropriate) means, you know who you are. Stop it or I will take actions.
I can very easily just shut this down, but I love this blog. I've had it for many years. It's a quick catharsis for me when I need it. Don't make me move. Don't make me hide myself. My words have no other purpose than to hold my memories and emotions, and they are meant for me to read. I share them because there isn't any harm to it. You like my poetry? That's great, thanks! You don't? Then just leave. My words don't hurt anyone-- if they do, it's not my words' doing, but your own mind's, your own heart's.
I think that's about all I have to say. Thank you for reading.
Promise the next post is poetry. x
Sometimes when people want to know how I am feeling and whatnot, I like to refer them here, simply because I am honest in my poetry. I don't lie in my poetry. Things may change, but I don't lie in those words, in those moments. I don't mind if people read my work. Sometimes I am happy that I have an audience. And sometimes I am excited to show someone a piece of work that I am proud of. Bottom line is, I don't mind sharing my work for people to read.
But that doesn't mean you can abuse it.
Every art is open to interpretation and I think it's great if someone else read my work in a different light than I intended -- it means that the person thought and related to my words. But that doesn't mean the interpretation is necessarily correct. I, ultimately, hold the meaning to my work because I wrote it. No one else holds that authority. So before jumping to conclusions about what I've written, would it not be better to ask me about it? I admit I am not always articulate (hence why I use the poetic form), but at least let me explain?
I am always flattered when someone compliments my work or want to discuss them with me because it means that he/she found it interesting or compelling. And most of the time, I am up for the dissection of my words. But sometimes not. That's why I have my comments disabled because I don't want to hear how you read my poems; I don't want to know. It's not that I am egotistic and I don't want to hear any criticisms, but this is my home. I don't want any potential vandalism or people giving me shizzles about things-- these words that I have crafted-- that I hold dear. I know I don't always produce the best poems (some are downright bad), but they are mine nonetheless and I love them all the same because they grew with me. These poems are, essentially, my life. I gave breath to them.
You don't have the right to steal them.
The least you could do is just ask. It's not like I'm going to say no to you outright. When you take my words without permission, it's like me going into your house and stealing your things or kidnapping your children. Same concept. (Well not that I'm going to ask you if I could steal your things or kidnap your kids first, but you know what I mean.) It's an invasion, it's a burglary. And I am appalled.
To the person who felt he can just prance in here, copy and paste my poem, and use it for his own (inappropriate) means, you know who you are. Stop it or I will take actions.
I can very easily just shut this down, but I love this blog. I've had it for many years. It's a quick catharsis for me when I need it. Don't make me move. Don't make me hide myself. My words have no other purpose than to hold my memories and emotions, and they are meant for me to read. I share them because there isn't any harm to it. You like my poetry? That's great, thanks! You don't? Then just leave. My words don't hurt anyone-- if they do, it's not my words' doing, but your own mind's, your own heart's.
I think that's about all I have to say. Thank you for reading.
Promise the next post is poetry. x
October 3, 2012
Looking Back, Looking In
In celebration of my 300th post, I am going to post things that are more embarrassing than words I've written: baby pictures.
But I don't really mind. It's all in good fun. Enjoy!
But I don't really mind. It's all in good fun. Enjoy!
Warning: If you ask me, "Aww, so, what the hell happened to you?" you're going to get your ass kicked. :)
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Such a happy chubby baby.
"*giggles* Oh stop it! Stop tickling my feet... Oh wait, it's me."
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"Whatchu lookin' at foo?"
That's my brother in the behind me. He looks constipated, lol.
(Pretty sure he doesn't read my blog. >.>)
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You know how parents like to set their kids up with kids of their close friends?
Well, this be a case here. Lol. No jokes. Thanks, but no thanks parents.
We were elementary school classmates, but we didn't get along that well, lol.
It's weird, I sort of remember this picture. *closes eyes* I remember how cold it was to sit there. And I think he was being mean to me. Lol. Not sure if I just conjured that up in my head, but yeah...
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I've got the whole world in my hands.
I be a super chill kid.
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Indecent exposure. >.>
Bahahaha! I be a very girly girl when I was young.
I probably wore more dresses than I did pants.
And I loved it! (Wearing dresses that is, not exposing myself... >.>)
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*Tries to redeem self by acting all prim and proper.*
Actually, I kinda look like I needed to pee.
:D
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This is probably my most favourite picture of myself when I was young.
Yes, those are flamencos in the background.
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Not quite sure what I was doing here.
The pervertedness is evident at an early age? Lol. :P
Looking at the photo album, it would appear that I have this open mouth trend going on...
>.>
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Another popular pose of mine.
I think I was pretending to be Superman. >.>
Sometimes I wonder if I might've been a little retarded...
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See, another open mouth pic.
Think I've got it down pat, yo. Lol.
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"Oh noes!"
I liked doing this pose too, lol.
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"Kill me. Now."
It's obvious I was made to pose like this, lol.
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"Why didn't you kill me?!"
I think the picture speaks for itself...
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Good stuff, good laughs.
There's nothing quite like coming home and going through photo albums or your old things.
It reminds you of who you are. x
September 2, 2012
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