Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Magical Mystery

 
 And she loved a boy very, very much
- even more than she loved her self
 
She saw galaxies in his eyes,
Heard music in his heart beats
His touch gave her shivers
She saw love in his soul
 
She knew, she knew right then,
That he was magic, he was happiness,
He was 'the one' in her sparking eyes
 
Unjust is the world, cruel are the odds, 
Love is evil, spell it backwards and you'll see
Just like every good thing,
this magical mastery had to end
 
And she loved a boy very, very much
That she let him go, live life and find happiness.
Her soul is lost, forever will be lost in him

She let go because she wanted him to be happy
She let him go, because she was lost for choices
And because she loved this boy, very very much.
 
#amalele
#chubbyturtle

Sunday, November 30, 2014

Life is an unpredictable b*tch sometimes


And all she could remember was way she held your hand, staring into the sky, the cold breeze giving her the shivers.

She was happy. She felt her heart race. Then it struck her. This was it. You had to go. But she wanted you. Wanted to hold your hand forever. Tears started to crawl down her face. How could she be so happy and devastated at the same time.

She had no choice. She had to let go. She had to move on. She chose devastation over happiness.

Life is an unpredictable b*tch sometimes. Learn to accept it and you will learn to live it out.

#amalele
#chubbyturtle

She will always have an unread book in her bag.


Article credit to :  Rosemarie Urquico

You should date a girl who reads.

Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she has found the book she wants. You see that weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a secondhand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow and worn.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry and in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.
Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who read understand that all things must come to end, but that you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.
You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn't burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.

Love you K <3

Thursday, November 27, 2014

Do you like you?


When you're all alone, the world around you is asleep, and you're all by yourself. Do you like you? Are you happy with who you are? Are you happy of what you've become? 

Take a minute, look at yourself in the  mirror. Perhaps you can start to think of ways you can fall in love with yourself, instead of ways to winning the heart of another. 

Why are you so hard on yourself? Is the the freckles on your face that bothers you so much? Is it because you can no longer fit into a size 8 pair of jeans? That obsessive need to be accepted. Busting your credit card on expensive things just to fit it? Is this really you or are you trying to impress the rest of the world?

Stop. Hold it right there. Why do you need someone else's approval to know your worth? Stop comparing yourself to others, they all walk a different path. It's all about perception, stop trying to be something or someone you are not just to fit in. It's not worth it. 

Imperfection is beautiful. Embrace it.  Believe it. Learn to love yourself, and the rest of the world will follow on.

Saturday, November 15, 2014

She's just 23

Inspiration: Ed Sheeran

When her legs don't work like they used to work. When she can no longer dance the way she used to dance. 
When you can no longer sweep her off her feet. Will your mouth still taste of love?

When rest of the world forgets her existence. When she no longer remembers her name. 
When she can no longer do the little things she did for you. Will your heart still skip a beat?

Will you still remember the endless laughs she shared when she can barely breathe? 
Will you still stay awake to watch her sleep at night when she is no longer a pleasant sight?

When all her dreams turn out to be just dreams. When she no longer holds on to hope. 
When she can no longer smile with her cheeks. Will your embrace still pour out that grace? 

Because darling, she'll be still loving you, even when she's 70. Her soul can never grow old, 
its forever green. She'll fall in love with you over and over again. Like she's just 23.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G7JkC9Zi8IU&feature=youtube_gdata_player

#amalele

#chubbyturtle x

Ps. Special dedication to Malithi Perera, Senpathi Jayawickrama and Aaron Wickramasekara, 


Tuesday, November 11, 2014

You were her turning point.

She had promised herself that this was it. She promised herself to say no to all the rubbish ways of flattery, the endless flirtatious moments, the meaningless sex. She had it done it all, so many times, but didn't find it fulfilling. Yes, she had decided to shut her doors. She was a mess, a wreck, trying to figure out who she was and what she wanted.

You came out of nowhere. Took her completly off guard. She wasn't sure if she was ready. The timing was horrible, she felt. She knew she was going to break her promises. How could she possibly say no? You were her dream come true. Simple, full of life, humble, beautiful smile, deep eyes, genuine (at least she thought you were), completely and ridiculously crazy.  She loved it. She loved every bit of it. You were perfection, in her eyes. Yes, she is the type to fall in love too easy. 

Her days with you were limited, but every day, she fell more in love with you. Can you blame her? Love doesn't come with a warning. Love happens.  But what you didn't see was, throughout her days with you, she was silently but constantly in battle with herself, battling her feelings for you. You kept reminding her that this was just one of those summer romances. It wasn’t easy to accept that she had to let go what she loved so very dearly. Imagine battling this much of pain, day in and day out, and still having to pretend everything was ok?

You thought she was “complicated”, but you failed to see her through. You didn’t see that she was just so much in love with you. She was one of the simplest of beings. All she ever wanted in life was to be happy. To love and to be loved. How had you not seen it? Had she done it all wrong? They say you get only one chance in life to make that first impression, to make it all count. 

You were just passing through her life. You told her over and over again, that this wasn’t your stop. But she wanted you to stay. She wanted to be able to have this everyday of her life. She was in love. Madly and endlessly in love.

But you didn't know this, you probably will never know. She was your “time off” from real life, but for her, you were her reality . She didn’t have anywhere else to go when you packed up and left. 

It was too late, way too late. Time was up even before she knew it. You packed your things, and you were gone, gone too soon that you didn’t even kiss her goodbye. You left her. She remained just as you left her. She wasn’t ready to have you go just like that. She wanted a second chance, She still does. If the roles were reversed, She would have stayed. She would have made it work. Tried, the least.

Her nights are filled with unanswered questions, but now you’re just apart of her all the past scars and memories. Tightly bottled-up. You were her turning point. She will never allow herself to love completely. She will always hide some parts of her, she will be mysterious, elusive and sometimes aloof.

You promised her that things will get better. But she was never the type to believe in promises. How could she? She broke her own promises to herself.  She is lost, miserable and hopelessly in love. She is still trying to figure it out. She is work in progress.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JRWox-i6aAk

#amalele!

#chubbyturtle