delete delete delete.
geli geli geli.
what would a band-aid say to a wound?
i’d give you a hug, cause you will only be healed by time.
oh boy, the joy of soy. a milk like silk. pure in every pour. *a poem for soy milk 😌
for the love of soy!
It was at the time I questioned things about love, what love was, how, and why people felt unloved sometimes, then I was given this sickness.
On the very hard moment, my uncle from far away called just to say, “God loves you”.
I was so happy that dearest friends and family came by to visit me while I was sick. They made time just to see me. I feel so touched. And loved.
Now I’m starting to understand ❤
The thing about an adventure is not always has something to do with traveling. It’s about having a whole new experience you’ve never experienced before in your life.
Weird to say, but being in a hospital for a month really gives me the overall extreme adrenaline rush experience and yet also a tranquil yoga-like meditation sensation that I’ve never thought I’ll ever have before.
Facing the different kinds of juicy needles stick into my flesh for uncountable times, different kinds of medications I’ve never expected to have (through every HOLES on the body), many stitches on the skin, the boredom to just wait, and to experience the most sincere moment and closeness to my creator.. had made me feel like I was in a camp created only for me to ‘taste’ all the sensations in life.
Everyday was a new ride, I wouldn’t know what’s there for me. Surprises surprises surprises.
All I know is that I’ve experienced a whole new adventure in my life.
And charged a very expensive bill.