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trip to Nepal .

A very unique travelling experience which is unlike any other previous journey I ever had. 

Traffic is chaotic but somehow organized. Lots of honking. Cows appear randomly & even lie down in the midst of crazy traffic. Smart doggies that guide you to the shops they belong. Rubbish everywhere. Electricity that can go off randomly during the day.

Food with all kinds of spices I love & my favourite masala tea. Warm welcome from lovely people who also taught me cooking nepali cuisine. Cute kids smile & ask for chocolates. Breathtaking scenery & adventurous activities.

And I experienced many first-times.

It's kinda overwhelming for me as a first time visitor.
But I'll be back again. For sure.

rejections .

R e j e c t i o n s
hit like fine needles.

You won’t notice
until it hits  c r i t i c a l  point.

Like an expanding balloon.
Like a sleeping volcano.
Like a boiling frog.

It doesnt hurt much
cause you are  n u m b .

Or at least you pretend to be.

But it  a c c u m u l a t e s .
Like a timed bomb.

presumptions.

Presumptions
are  d a n g e r o u s .

Like monsters luring in darkness.

They attack
when you are  d e f e n s e l e s s .

They  t e m p t  you
to lose grip on reality.

They  b l i n d  you
when you are pompous.

Once you realise the truth

mind and reality in  d i s s o n a n c e
you squirm like a child
who's afraid of the darkness.

You try
to hang on to your ego

yet

can't help but plagued
by self-destructive  g u i l t .


- f.s.

Ethereal Oil Paintings by Meghan Howland painting birds


devil.

The  d e v i l  knows you well

He knows your deepest  f e a r
He knows what you ache for
He knows what you dream of

He knows your greatest  t e m p t a t i o n
He injects you with adrenaline rush
He pulls the strings to make you move

He knows your greed
He knows your desires

And at those empty moments
leaving you  a l o n e
letting you suffocate in regrets and guilt
 c r i p p l i n g

The devil knows you well.


- f.s.


tidal waves.

In between the tidal waves
my mind was lost
m e m o r y  was found

I drifted
in the waves of  r e m i n i s c e n c e
following the trail of thoughts
wondering where to go

I wish I see a glimpse of future

You see
life is always full of  s u r p r i s e s
You capture the good and accept the bad
Held captive by the insignificance
and you miss the blessings

Staring into nothingness
I inhale salty breeze
I exhale the heavy clutter in my chest

Water swiftly withdraws from the shore
incoming and outgoing
I feel the  p u l s e  of the ocean

Gazing upon the stars
 f a s c i n a t e d
my heart hammers


- f.s.

downward spiral

The human kind

has a tendency of self-destruction

Some have morbid addictions
to  s e n t i m e n t a l i t y


Some have rabid obsession of darkness

They adore sadness
They drown in misery


Some say

 p a i n
is a proof of being alive


And

The whole process begins all over again

over and over again
into a downward spiral


Unable to  e x t r i c a t e


- f.s.

happy birthday to me.

“ The year you were born
marks only your  e n t r y  into the world

Other years
where you prove your worth

they are the ones  w o r t h  celebrating.”




― Jarod KintzThis Book Title is Invisible


bird eye.

I guess
it’s kind of funny

If

we look at our l i v e s
up in the air
from a bird eye view

Throughout our lives
we have the tendancy
focusing on o b s t a c l e s

We don’t focus
on what we own
We don’t focus
on the f u t u r e

Instead

We get stuck
in our own circle
in p r i s o n s built by our own hands

and that’s it

We never thought of
e s c a p i n g
from our b o u n d a r i e s


- FiSweet


(Credits to beautyenthralled)

lies.

I know
I know I have to stop

Telling lies
d e c e i v i n g  people

Ended up deceiving my own mind

Things that were supposed
to be just   j o k e s
I  i m a g i n e d  them
and I thought they really happened

Things that I made up
that were supposed
to be part of self-consolation
I thought they are part of my   m e m o r i e s

It’s frightful

I’m s t r u g g l i n g
between what is real and what is not


- FiSweet

hit me up on instagram @poorartist

(Credits to poorartists)

remember when.

Remember
when you were 2 years old
all you wanted
was cuddles and a warm bottle of milk

Remember
when you were 5 years old
all you wanted
was that little piece of toy

It was sitting on the shelf
 s h i n i n g  bright in your eyes
like it had been waiting forever
and you thought it said
come pick me up

Remember
when you were 10 years old
all you wanted
was a pencil box
a very  u n i q u e  one
and you planned
to put in all your t r e a s u r e s

As we grow
we want  m o r e

we want even more
when we  o w n  more

We own so much more
than we ever  n e e d

and still
never  s a t i s f i e d

Technology improves
and human nature  d e g r a d e d

Few of us
still enjoy writing letters to friends
 s a v o u r  the moment
before opening an envelope of  s u r p r i s e s

Few of us
still stop on busy streets
look up to the sky
and admire the beauty of  n a t u r e

We produce
We consume
and then  a b a n d o n

Never  s a t i s f i e d .


- FiSweet

おはようござます。
今朝の横浜港は晴れ。無風。
写し初めはいつもの場所から!

(Credits to toshi-shutta)

♥   H Y   W   R   2 0 1 4  


´¯`.¸¸.☆  M E R R Y   C H R I S T M A S  ☆.¸¸.•´¯`




dilemma.

Sometimes
I stuck within
my self-created  d i l e m m a

For sure

it is so hard to please every one I know
it is also very hard to please  m y s e l f 

Sometimes
I feel like there's a  d i f f e r e n t  identity
living within in

E n t w i n e d  with my soul
I am so  t o r n  by my own thoughts

with every single options or opinion I made
there is always a little voice
inside my mind
i n s t r u c t i n g  me to do otherwise.

Having
h a l l u c i n a t e d  scenes
running across my mind.


- FiSweet


(Credits to trishpaik)

Children.

" Those children

they deserve to have  d r e a m s
to have unlimited hope for their futures

Children
are the most  i n n o c e n t 
kind of creature on earth

Why would you
ever want to destroy
one's  f a n t a s y  of the society?

Perhaps

it's the best
to let them live
in their own  N e v e r l a n d 

before being pushed
into the  c r u e l t y 
of the adult world. "


- FiSweet

electric shock.

I totally

fall in love with that feeling
that m o m e n t

when I hear an amazing piece of music
and I can f e e l

hairs standing on end

Like I’m having
a teeny weeny e l e c t r i c shock
traveling from the back of my neck
extended to my fingers
all the way to my ankles

Like I’m c o n n e c t e d to the composer/singer
right at that magical moment


- FiSweet


go-travel-all-aroud-the-world:

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(Credits to diamondbeautywithin)

mental debates.

I always
have little  d e b a t e s  in my mind

Anytime
Anywhere

I thought to myself
' Is it really better to be  c o n s i s t e n t  ? '

And finally
I have an answer to myself

and it was a confident no

I love the ever-changing self
I love  c h a n g e s
they are  p r o o f  of experiences

I experienced
I  f e l t
I  fell for something
it doesn't matter
if it's  p l e a s a n t  or not

For good experiences
you  t r e a s u r e  them
For bad experiences
you  l e a r n
Experiences are good to have

and I believe


Man live in the  h o p e  of  changes


- FiSweet


(Credits to txde)

music of the week.


recommanded for the weekend

love the lyrics because they are so true



" This is what makes us  g i r l s
 
We all look for heaven
and we put our  l o v e  first
 
We don't stick together
'cause we put our love first
 
Don't cry about him
it's all gonna  h a p p e n . "

freshness.

I like
the  f e e l i n g  of
biting a slice of watermelon

Holding it with my hand
let the juice
slips pass through my fingers

Hearing
the crunchy sound when I bite

That's how
I sense and taste the  f r e s h n e s s
with my skin.


- FiSweet


(Credits to allumium)

chinese.

I think Chinese words are magical

you only need a few simple characters
putting them together
it forms deep meanings

寧為玉碎
不為瓦全


- FiSweet


bloomiste:

✰ pinky fresh blog ✰

(Credits to oaked)

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