New blog for 2008. Subscibe to me. Lots of pictures and close to daily posts. I have a life ok. Do drop me a line if i know u personally and you want me to link you to my page.
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Signing out for the last time on Friendster blog
-Bri aka Miss.Sweetnessless-
Simple. I eat anything i want, at whatever time it suits me. Bad habit, i know but i've been praciticing it rampantly this year due to my upsy daisy schedule. I guess i still can model due to what i call "The B&B Syndrom" ala Boob&Butt. Thats where i gain the quickest and lose the quickest too. My waist has been at a 24 for years and i remain as tummy free as ever. Some people say its a good thing and health wise it is. Fat around the midsection is the fat that leads up to cardiovascular complications whereas lower body fat is harmless, if not overly depressing.
People hear a lot of things about models and eating disorders which i can say i have witnessed more often than naught. Do i feel pressured to lose weight? Of course i do, but i've always said and i will always believe, i am a person before i am a model and i love my curves, regardless of the comments of those who find me much too 'fat' for the industry. My men love it too. I enjoy good food and i wish to be Healthy in contrast to Skinny. I lose weight fairly easily just by altering minor things in my diet i.e chocolate and late night nibbles. And thats a healthy way i assume.
So, im going on a Moderation Meal Plan which involves cutting out non complex carbs and simple sugars. Want to jump start my all week home slump which started when i got too Antrophobic to see people and go out. It happens. Meds only do so much. Charles is a god-send, he's the beat anti depressant ive ever had :) However i want to do my fair share and control what i can and that is excercise to regulate mood swings, endorphins we love, and by eating right which does effect how your body feels. Who needs to be jacked up on sugar only to crash into the Nobel Prize for Bitchy Of the Year?
So, after this last cuppa calorie free coffee on my left i'm opting for tea and fruit infusions i adore. Going back to my one hour cardio 5 times a week. Gotta polish my trademark legs for new year! ;P
Happy holiday season everyone! Eat be merry but moderate and truly you can't go wrong.
-Bri-
Wakeful slumber. A constant state for me when my once-reality and my ever waking subconcious merge into one, becoming a complete whole of yet more spaces to fill.
What happened to dreams i used to wake from elated? Dreams that hurt me to the point of breathlessness, choking even. People like to say its 'spirits sitting on your chest' etc when its merely 'hag syndrome', a state of physical unconciousness i.e sleep when your mind is still 'awake' thus causing the immobility. It used to plague me for weeks at a time, making me fear to drift off into even the scantiest of sleep.
However, its different now. Sleep is, for the lack of a better word, wonderful. Wonderful and constant. So good you forget you wake up and its like your living the dream. A dream that becomes your reality, unquestioned. The spaces fill
themselves, fitting whatever shards left into perfect wholes of imperfection personified. The mornings where you whisper to your sleeping lover '..quite perfect' and everything else u fail to express just mellow in the shine of the morn promising to quench any possible want for the rest of the day.
Then it happened. Upon waking one cold noon with the sun carving shadows on my skin, i realise that this isn't. Simply is not possible. Possibilities like this don't exist to or for me. That much i know, i have learned, i do not question so humour me. This life i have, this wakefulnes i have somehow stumbled upon, reeks impermanence and bleeds a happiness i can bask in yet cannot quite grasp. This moment of touch is but a dream. Sensorial suspension as i call it.
So now i'm living in a mock dream. Knowing i'm going to awaken is half the heartbreak but the final blow lies in the anticipation of it. Waiting for something, that hits me hard i wake up so fast its as if i have slipped off an unsuspecting cliff. It takes just A moment. One. Then the spiral begins. Waking to the emptiness i know only to well and have by luck accidentally misplaced.Waking to a lover i love no more. Waking to the painful truths i have so far in this lifetime uncovered knowing too well theres only more to come. Waking to myself, my reflection i don't know if i recognize as the girl who used to smile because she was indeed happy. Waking against my will.
So upon shedding the slumber i an nestled in now lies shedding the hope. Abandoning the place i once knew as paradise, crawling out of another dark hole and leaving another heart behind.
I dread the moment that awaits. I see it lurking in every shadow of laughter and drowning every dreamy afternoon.
So lets just sleep. Sleep in this happiness, this unknown comfort, this quite-perfect perfection.
I dont want to wake up...
Sounds more romantic than it is but maybe I've just been spoilt for romance my whole life or plain blue from my first rainy day in France. Went to the Champs Elysses again to pick up an LV bag for mommikins. Drizzled the WHOLE day. Lucky i bought that red umbrella from the Moulin Rouge store (The exchange rate is 4.8 to a RM, so don't ask me how much i've spent so far. Gosh!) Anyhow, i always wanted a red umbrella. I believe all umbrella's should be red or yellow. Really lights up a gloomy day, no?
Seems so quick but i've been here 2 weeks already. Holiday from my Beeboo, The ever perasan Charles :) I guess I'm really fortunate that my first trip to Europe was not one as a tourist since my bf/annointed tour guide is local and we are staying at his parents at Maison Alfort (15 min from Paris) in a gorgeous loft-like house and not a starchy hotel (Don't mind me, i think all hotels are 'starchy' and full of 'people fluff' aka dead skin cells and stuff. Eww). Coming home in a few days.
So far, it's been pretty..wonderful. Spent our half year anniversary sleeping under the shadow of
the Eiffel at Champs De Mars and had dinner in the oldest cafe in Paris, Procop. Ate oysters on the chapel banisters at Montmarte with the view of the entire city, checked out antique flea markets, Notre Dame, The Grand Palace, visited art galleries, the Picasso Exhibition, The Lourve/Da Vinci Museum, the apparently most known/beautiful street in the world, the Champs Elysses and generally just basking in the amazing artistry everywhere. Charles mom works for Disney so we went to Disneyland Paris twice for free ;) The perks! Hehe. His parents even drove me down to Normandie to a harbour town, Honfluer and then we went to a beach in Trousville. It's pretty cold but we whaled on sun swings and slept on the beach.
Been eating home cooked french food and overall i can say its been a real lifestyle trip for me. Living like a french not just IN France :) Lots of bread, cheeses and salads with the promise of dessert after. Love the variety of salads and even trying some of the cheeses. They have very strong smelling cheeses ok, no joke. No Cheesedale in little packets here. Everything comes in huge lumps and its in every meal. WINE! Hehe, every meal too. Had champagne a few times so i'm not missing my late nighs at Velvet in Kl wiping through bottles of my beloved Moet.
Simply said i'm loving it. My Beeboo's been great :) We've mowed through countless episodes of South Park together nightly since going out is impossible for me at night (It's COLD!) and i've done a shoot with a french photog and maybe another one in two days.
Bisous (Kisses) from Paris
-Bri-
I never knew i had a choice. Not in this. Somewhere deep in my mind, i started out knowing This was neccesary. Isn't This a neccesity?
Today, he gave me a choice. Not two choices so he gave me another option, really. He said he hopes i choose what i did not know was a choice to begin with. My minds doing overtime so i guess the rest of me's accomodating.
I don't remember exactly what i'm upset about but i'm indefinitely upset. Everything. What IS everything? Why is it always every-fckin-thing!
Auto-run's began. I'm feeling less & less & less. The pain of wanting to know disappates as I suddenly find myself quite simply not wanting to know anymore. Lovely thing this self-defence machanism of mine. Wonder where it will take me this time.
P.S - It's not "happynessfree". And if this is not letting it fade, i don't know what is.
Fading.
-Sweetnessless-
They say when facing a problem more heads put together is better than one. Then again, too many cooks spoil a broth, no? When i tell her that she's either busy too putting words in my head to listen, sleeping, being oddly disconnected, talking too fast, thinking too much, crying, screaming, trying to recall small dimunitive details, conspiring a scheme to distant me,from everyday things and people talking about strangers around me, creating a malady in hopes it manifests as a plague, scaring me..really scaaring me.
Recently got my hair permed for a Loreal shoot that's going to be in Female magazine & Nu You. If you are amongst d ppl who suggest/berate/tactlessly impose me to smile or be sweet in pictures for whatever ungodly assumption i either am happy or sweet ( Madness? I know!!) , u should check it out. It's aimed for a younger market to spread d curl trend so i had to bare my fangs pearlies :) Should be out next month-ish if i'm not misinformed. Now, i'm left to deal with high maintanence hair i i'm in no position to manage. If u know me then u KNOW! My idea of haircare is conditioner once every 2 days -___- Now i've an army of sponsored products i need but 
know nothing about . Oh well, i've always wanted big hair since i was born with bobbypin locks. Guess u do get what u wish for. Somehow rather :) Here's Christina & i after the shoot. Cheers!
And i don't mean it in a morbid way nor an Austin-Power-Sleep-with-Japanese-Twins-Way. Just a mental note i guess.
Was sitting in starbucks @ Times Square on a workday morning after a late night shoot, getting caffienated for a day of shopping after baby dropped me off on his way to work. Watched in fast-forward monotone, productive citizens with actual jobs stream by. I simply realised that That's going to be me in no time. I will become that Fast forward monotone. From 19 to 27 in a blink of an eye & wonder where it all went.
Feeling awfully transient, i wrote down on a tissue paper things that i just have to do before my life passes me by. Things that if i did & were to die the very next day, would do so most compliantly.
It sounds awfully random & quite unlike what everyone would imagine yet it came to me as almost second nature. Things which i've put off, never got around to do or always wanted or pondered. Left out all the silly,impossible,improbable,unrealistic things. Just the simple stuff i've hoped for. If fulfilling that is not what life's about then what is life about? That's still the million dollar question. Hope it gets you thinking though. Of what U want to do in your lifetime. Hope you fulfil yours as i will do mine. All in time :)
It is & always has been in my opinion, that the someone worth having knows that easy things aren't worth pursuing & good things don't come free or easily. Also that money can't buy love.
However, of recent i've been put in a position that undermines my prior judgements on the price of love in general. Harping solely on the pretext that this 'Love' is not unconditional & has a price on it.
All my life i've never put a price on love yet when i look back on it there always was one. Be it their time, affections, presence. That's my currency. So who am i to say i'm more than someone who's currency is one more material in form? Being in this fauxy industry, I know only of to many 'L.V' girls or 'kept women' by reputation but when i sat down to them, on a plane of non-judgement, it wasn't extraordinary to discover that we were quite alike. Their manisfestation of affections differs from mine in form yet in essence remained the same desire to mean more, to be worth something. I always though of it as sad though. That they need something 'solid' to hold onto. You can't possibly believe they're in love with shoes and bags. No ones that vain or petty.
Another line i heard in defence to dating considerably older and seemingly generous men would be, 'If all men are jerks you might as well get a rich one.' Maybe it's because i'm young & still naive that i do not believe that to be true. Or is that what makes me wise for my age to know?
So i can conclude that money can't buy happiness but it can buy pretty things which althought can't make you happy it renders you stylishly unhappy. Money can't buy love but warrant willingly or uncounciously ones affections.
Afterall, when you throw things in a different light that the one society makes us comfortable in you will find that everybody has a pricetag on them. The only thing that sets us apart is currency.
What happens to a Love divine of a heart so easily divided?
Hungover from a makeup show where my makeup artist from korea's only english word was ' Eu oh-K?' when she got glitter in my eye & 'Mm- Hungreh' & an all night rim campaign shoot powered on apple chips, i stumbled out of bed about 1. Time for my daily fix of the big O. I love Oprah. Love love love. Not unlike how i love reading a book for the umpteenth time or drinking champagne in the afternoon. Crack.
It was an episode where she interviewed what people called 'a dream dad' who he stabbed his two twin daughters to death out of the blue & his wife who had forgiven him. At first i was just a repulsed as any viewer. Apparently he had been battling depression. Yada yada. Got it. Evoke sympathy by claiming mental insanity. Do a retrial, jury will take it into unconcious count (Who DOESNT watch Oprah?),early parole. Yay!
However, as it went on she/he refered to this depression as,'the dark spot' or 'this dark place' & how some days he just felt so hopeless he couldn get out of bed. How it started for him, getting 'anxious', being unable to sleep coz of 'inner monologue'. Also how he had driven off sometimes & when his wife called him he said simply, 'I'm looking for a place to die'. Like it was the most common thing to do, like buying newspaper. Just hearing that gave me that eerie feeling. Like they know YOU.
So, im not going to stab anyone to death coz i dont want them to suffer how i suffer but doesnt everyone feel that way every now and then, if not all the time? I'm too proud to be/claim to be depressed but anxious i definitely am. Think not too many people know that part of me but to those who do, they're careful to watch for the signs. The sudden silence, the fidgeting and nail flicking, the inability to breathe or answer question coz my minds running out several versions of the entire conversation in monologue. Like when someone OD's on K. I just jam.
Its a private thing. To me anyway. Im pro-choice so i choose to deal with it. I have only to many memories of breaking down in bathrooms or small corners. I'm just anxious. Someone once told me i might be bipolar. When im good im goooood but otherwise im just withdrawn or frantic or what i call in 'sensory suspension'. My worst was 3 years ago. Actually had monologues with other people talking. No, they did not ask me to kill the president or hide the TV remote. They just talked. To me. About me. It passed.
Oprah was saying, 'Please explain it to me, coz for the rest of us who havnt been there (gestures towards the audience with the most frazzled expression), we just DONT see.' Guess you don't either. That's ok. She got this new psychobabble guy (Bye-bye Dr.Phil & Dr.Robinson the answer to every woe made for man kind) who kept saying,'Get help','Talk about it','Get medication,' like thats the ultimatum before u end up a mental whack job. She even said,'Theres a lesson here for all of us here today, tell the truth.'?!#$@!
I can talk about it because i'm ok with it. It's only considered a 'disorder' if it 'disrupts your lifestyle'. It doesn't have to. Trust me. I'm determined to prove that there's a choice. Even when 'the days just too dark', i'm content to wait for the sun to shine again.
So, till it does, my Oprah obsession is on hold.
I was looking through some of my friends friendster. Struck me that everyone has these pictures where theyre laughing. Not just big smile,big grins but actual laughing. Not just with their mouths but their eyes. Realise i've never had a photo like that. Then there's the photos of couples who look like their so damn happy together which makes u wonder if they really are. And if they aren't, does it really matter? Which makes me feel oddly disconnected from myself coz im pretty sure i could never be That happy. Then it only makes me wonder what is That? Then again, what is happy?
Guess it just one of those mornings. Strung out from a GRA racequeen job i should not have done yesterday coz i forgot to ask if we're expected to be rainproof & now i've got a Runway press conference to attend. A full day of being reminded how short i am & how my curves wont get me anywhere this side of the industry.
Bad morning poured right into my calorie free coffee cup.
Just finished a small singapore film project recently. Was a good well paid experience for a test run on acting. Always claimed i couldnt & didnt want to act coz it would be a mockery to Life which is pretty much an act as it is but when the cameras roll, it just happens. Suddenly it's not humourous, scripts aren't tacky, characters aren't oddly impersonal & i no longer have to be me. Strangely exhilirating. Think im on a camera high ;p
Nehows, gonna be in my first music video! Am a feature girl in a video for Caprice & upcoming artiste. Sorry to say i'm no 'Support Msian Artist!' prognisticator & neither would i ever encourage anyone to be unless i find it deserving. So really, the track is a hawt RNB track you'd definitely be dancing to in clubs. Debut song is called 'Lenglui' & i get to do the solo intro & some dance scenes. Filming tmr at 6am. Gonna 'shake what yo mamma gave ya' along with sabrina quigley & roxanne. Will youtube it to my page once its out :)
Nibblet - Youth should not just be something to aknowledge once its passed. Thanks for reminding me of that Jee, even if it was not in so many words.
I lay on your orange pillow with my hands next to my head tracing the shadows on the ceiling thinking maybe i should not look at u. I dont know why but i still find it easier to tell u something when i dont look at u. When i look at u i just jumble my words i've neatly lined in my mind & end up smiling softly & saying, ' Nothing baby'. I know how that it affects u more than you let on.
So i tell u. How my intentions are different from their after effects. That regardless of how i wedge the words u so carefully lace into our conversation back to u. Back into the cracks of ur heart you've left open for me. Back as unreproached desires born out of secret hope for what could be. So i say it. I have hope for us too. I just dont want to ruin it. With false expectations or unrequited hope. I just wont do that again.
It breaks my heart to see u so happy sometimes. Like i've said the perfect thing. It's heartbreaking. But i cant resist. I must ask what i should not need to question but do. Why do u? U reply with the simplicity i admire u so for. '..because unlike with others i see no definite end.'
So thats what sets me apart from ur others. Something that has completely nothing to do with me. The only reason we have no defininte end is because we had no definite beginning. I tell u that and u just laugh & go on about how i think so much. I do dont i.
So tell me again that we're happy together. That this is right. It's amazing what u can be talked into. The more u say it the more im starting to believe it. Wouldn't it be so wonderful if i believed it? That was last week. Yesterday i woke up & it was a good morning. No impending gloom creeping up on me or shortness of breath from anxiety. Just u with ur eyes closed and a smile on ur face. So i looked at u while u slept & told u 'We're happy'. For once, it wasn't a question.
A kiss for each star.
Your Mon Chaton
You always hear its admirable to move on. The most determined of characters a story has who can say enough is enough, pick up whats left of whatever they've got & are on the next plane to a Reality on a Practical class ticket.
What about those who cant or those who can yet refuse to filter through the landslide? Those who hope they can close their eyes & open them to find it was all just a very bad dream, those who say i'd rather be unhappy with you than happy with somebody else? Noble yet senseless romantics the practical survivalists had to leave behind. What happens to them?
I never pondered this for the longest time, always having been a believer of Up-and-Out and pro-active choices. Till it happens, as it happens to the seemingly best of us only to pool one with the rest of us. Years ago in a distant dream, I was left behind. So, i know.
Same old story on parchment yet wrapped with a new ribbon. Promises of never again and really it was never again. But its the cruel reality of dynamic equilibrium which dictates suffering for the need of compassion. So instead of being left behind you leave behind. You leave someone in the dark valley you once found yourself lying in so you can climb out, look down and say 'Who's stopping you?' when you already know its your footprints.
But i didnt look down & condescend you. I just opened my eyes & climbed out coz it was so hard to breathe. I saw a meadow in the distance, but turned around & bent over with my knees deep in gravel to call for you. In the darkness & i held out my hand. You never replied me.
Maybe one day u will see what i mean. I know how horrible it sounds to hear that when u least want to hear it but its only coz its what u need to hear the most. Maybe one day you wont hate me so much for doing what i needed to do. I can be hopeful right? Maybe one day i may find myself near the darkness somehow, bend on my knees once again & call your name & you will tap me on the shoulder from behind and say 'I'm here silly'. You will smile my favourite smile & i will cry to make up for everything i couldnt say.
Thats just the dream of my reality. The reality of my dream remains the same.
Till i find you again.
To my last innocent love i will always want the best for.
No regrets
-b-
In response to wkhai on my post Silenced Epiphanies, silent approaches are best subtly leaked into another, like a poison to spread slowly. It gets d job done eventually does it not. Haha ;p Think i get wat u mean by not so 'subtle' approach' but really i dont intend for me writting it here to be heeded by another. It merely eases my moments of sudden sanity. 'Sanity' coz i feel i'm most truthful at those moments, few & scarce as they are.Think everyone goes a little crazy being 'normal' when we truly are at best being ourselves as odd as others may find it.
Like - p i g z y II - said i'm pretty emo. I do explain myself well but havn't we all found ourselves at a sudden loss of words? OR for me the sudden loss of restrictive clarity where i cant or refuse to convey what i innately feel coz i cant justify it perfectly in words learned. It frustrates me wkhai! Really does. Demanding perfection for my most important things is a flaw of mine. One im content to foster.
I just want to be be able to explain something so perfectly close to my inner intentions so that however it is recieved by another i know i did what was best within my complexity to make them understand. Thats why i call it Silenced Epiphanies. Language remains a barrier for even with my extensive vocabulary,intricate train of thought & flair for prose, when it comes to capturing my deepest drowning senses it fails me so. I've often found myself muted in defiance when i have the world to say to someone, my special someone.
But i guess i'm kind of lucky he just seems to know. Know what i innately feel without me wording it out as i refuse to do for lack of control over its less then 'perfect' voicable form. He may not understand it but he aknowledges it as part of me & thats all one needs really. To be aknowledged. I love my boy, love that he's beginning to 'see' me & adores me for it. How he refuses to let me get away with biting back my words. I am hell bent on remaining dementedly optimistic. Dont spoil it 4 me wkhai :P
Thanks to everyone for commenting, sms-ing me to see how i am, mailing me, calling me. I'm gd. Really.
love lots -sweetnessless bri-
Another one of those times i went for a runway interview walking out thinking i did not nail it & got the job. All the other girls who interviewed on the day i went were min 5ft9 & hella skinny! I'm 5ft7 & born with a body not quite suitable for a runway i.e Junk in the Trunk Syndrom. Although my fats are distributed evenly in suitable places runway doesnt exactly leave leeway for curvy figures thus me falling into the car sector. Anyhow, was selected as one of the 15 models 4 d Project Runway Msia & filming starts friday. Hope i'm not the first model to go along with a designer. Coz honestly i havn watched a single Project Runway but i hear thats the gist of it.
Cheers!
Just give me something i can hold onto. Something small that can float on the surface of which im drowning. Something i can reach for. Just give me something i can use. Something small that can sit on tip of my tongue to make excuses for you. Something i can turn to. Just give me something i can keep. Something small that can fit into the cracks of my broken heart. Something meant only for me.
Is there something specially for me, anything left specially for me? Its hard to believe it when u've been with so many people. Dont they all become the same to u? Makes me wonder if i am exclusive to you at all. Not just another shiny trophy amongst ur shiny trophies. Making up in numbers what it lacks in quality.
So there i am on the shelf, cant help wondering foolishly and hopefully how i can be shinier. Petty & small. I feel petty & small on this shelf you have when im not even a trophy. Who am i kidding. I'm every mans trophy. Something to have for display & in later days reminisince in pride.
Wish i were something more. Even if it were something small. Just something small that meant more. Then as it is again, it is not what i wish for, is it?
So there i was thinking as i constantly think. Chewing my lips as i chew my lips when i'm biting back my words. Only thing i can hear amongst my silenced epiphanies is a voice telling me i've been here before. Right here before. So here i am again.
Thinking if there will ever be a good time knowing theres never a good time. So i will say it as i always say it. Spilling out the meticulous words ive made such an effort to hold back. Bleeding my heart in the open is never too pretty a sight. But my, how it is a sight.
I dont blame him or any of them for their responses as meagre as they are. They dont see it coming. How could they see it coming? I'm only too good at concealing what i dont like. People secretly like what they envy. I like pretty. Pretty things in pretty packages. I dont want to touch it, lest it break although im fully aware its already broken.
There are only too many thing i dont know but I do know this. What i need from them. Regardless of how fast my thoughts are slipping as a train right off its tracks, what i Need does not falter. I need u to listen. Pretend to understand what u find uncomprehensible and aknowledge what you do understand. Hold me firmly, dont let me sink deeper. Tell me what u really think. Lies dont sustain my fragile state, give me truth in a pill i can swallow. Dont..dont leave me. Even if its just for 5 minutes. I'm opening a door i dont have the keys too, that once unanswered remain sealed shut till the next outburst. Dont expect me to bring it up to u again for ur convenience. I'm strong but not that strong baby.
At the end of every rejected & silenced epiphany i've often wondered, with the voice telling me as its told me i've been here before. Why dont you see me?
Change.
We can resist it, deny it, disregard it entirely. Yet the only constance that Life can give us is the promise of change. I gave up fighting it a long time ago. Shed that sort of innocence only too early to reflect upon what i have missed out on too late. Yet, it's ok with me. I find it easier, & it makes me happier when i just go with it.
Does that make me someone passive? I would'nt say so & neither would anyone who knows me. I'm far from passive eventhough i do aknowledge its attributes. Envy its attributes even. It's only natural 4 one to envy something they admire and can never have. Maybe its just the time of my Life, as meagre as 18 years worth of it may seem, that i dont have to be in control of everything.
Yes, it made me feel powerful. To have my way, my say, my picture perfect everything with the justified mean of obtaining & validifying it so it goes unquestioned. But, i was not happy. Being 'Right" is a lonely profession. A calculating, nerve racking & painful one. How can you be happy when you anticipate every outcome, every response, every other option only to achieve it & be exactly where u started out again & again?
I tried it, it didn't work. I'm proud but not too proud to change something that's not working for me. So here i am. Emotional baggage in toll, more do's & dont's running me in every corner i turn, and whats left of my heart to give. Everythings going to be ok. No,im not talking about my love life or what not, just Life, just having to wake up to myself every morning & getting myself to open the curtains & get out of bed!
Msg'd Charles one night half-hysterical rambling about messing everything up & how im dying & being convinced that i was going to die under all the pressure & non stop thinking. He replied simply, No, you're not going to die. You're fine, & i guess its good to hear that sometimes. To show that side to someone who doesnt encourage it nor ignore it. Just aknowledges.
Remember asking my Evie after her recent break-up, "Isn't it great to be hopeful?". In essence whats life without the Hope for happiness, even if we never achieve it, or notice it when we do have it,or what we mistaken to be it or whats close enough to it. Isn't merely the Hope for IT simply something magnificent to wake up to?
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