Sup3rnality

Just caught 'The Hunger Games'.

Reaction: It did justice to the book...if not a little on-the-surface. But what can you expect from a movie? It's not like they can play Katniss' inner monologue over each scene.

The Reaping made me teary-eyed. And Rue's death.

The District 12 mass salutation was not moving as I'd hoped.

I wish they played the romance up ever so slightly because like I said, it was a little too on-the-surface. And I wish Cinna had more screen time.

Nevertheless, I might go watch it again.

Dear Hazlin,

Does pain find you, or you just like to find it?
Give up the ghost.
Your hair is already turning white prematurely as it is.

The date looms closer. 19 more days more or less.

It's amazing to think about. 4 years. And with every day that passes, just when I think it's impossible to love any deeper, I fall in love in love with this man just a little bit more.

Never a day goes by that I don't thank God for making me patient, for making me wait and go through so many heartaches because He wanted me to finally meet someone worth waiting for.

Four years. It feels like I've known him forever.

And I look forward to forever with him. I love you, Asdil.

At times I don't feel it and sometimes it overwhelms me, this realisation of sorts.
Work has consumed so much of my time. The hours spent in the office almost equals the time I have to myself. And minuses the precious moments I have for my family and Asdil to its bare minimum.
It's hard thinking I am not giving them all the love they deserve, and even harder thinking about how I'll take care of them if I don't earn every single ringgit I can.
It's a tough battle in which no one can fully be victorious.
When Asdil holds me and everything melts away, I feel the weariness leaving my veins. I'm grateful for his patience and unconditional love. All I hope is one day God will let me find comfort in being forever Asdil's, so I may remember being me, even when I've forgotten.

Happiness is a warm gun. Whether pointed at my head or yours, they both seem legit.

People keep asking me that same damn question. A question I don't have an answer to. And it makes me what? Want to scream, cry, throw things around, laugh hysterically, shout obscenities? Sometimes all of that at once and more. It pains me that as hard as I try, an allusion to an almost-certain future never gratifies the question marks. It pains me because the only one who hurts is me. The hollowness echoes through the void that should be filled. Need to be filled. These blanks with words unwritten. A digit without a band. Empty words hang in the balance meant to soothe the flames. But flimsy letters only set the fire roaring. This want to close the spaces only wedges a wall between us. Please stop laying bricks. Please stop.