Pearl Laces

       Funny how I actually wanted this post to be titled ‘White Laces’ and it turned out to be ‘Pearl Laces’. Typical Bashira. I am fucking tired with all the reading on passion nowadays. Blame late Steve Job. Maybe people started to pay attention on passion since it is coincidentally bringing huge of money to the passionate guy of Apple. The truth is, different people, different life. My favorite in Kiyosaki: You are in the journey of searching the person who you were born to be, actually. So many influence and sacrifices, thinking about other people sake, other’s perception making us divert from who is the real us. 

     Anyway, I have never feel this real before. I think I already have the feeling to be married. So shy. I want to be married with this guy because he makes me want rediscover myself again, embrace who I am and at least never see me as a broken pieces that need to be fix, cause he treat me as Bashira, not a girl or a woman. I can imagine him with his charming smile. 

     I think some pieces of me have forgotten the root of myself because so busy seeing someone else. I want to retrieve all my mother’s word again that keep me going. Being adult really shadowed all the words because you think you already grown up. Time to pour out some from the cup, in order to keep it refill and rejoice. 

Vuvuzela

I just got back from SCM and my favorite little gem, Qalesha. She’s just a magic and hit me with one of her magic wand like no other. I just grab her up and pointing upon the sky and showing her few stars and remind her the song of twinkle little star. Precious. Few hours before that, of course going out with my man. And I snapped this with the laziness of removing my make up. Thank god he’s already asleep. This is the prove babyyy :*

 
Breath Bashira. I just got a pocket watch with bronze stone as the cover make me feel like Snow White again, or perhaps Alice in the Wonderland. Dancing in the heart right away and he just smiled away. How could a guy still exist in this world knowing that I would prefer a pocket watch compared to a Prada handbag? I don’t know but being with someone that actually keep you from becoming like everyone else expected you to be, is an Olympic gold.

 
I finally said something that I shouldn’t but I feel it is necessary. What were I thinking? Not that I am not sure of but sometimes the words, that particular statement have to get out, not for the listener, for it gives you strength. Too good to be true thing, which probably it is, but I dare to say not. Whatever it is, Allah knows best and I am anticipating it. 

Best Sunday

For the first time, I found a guy/people/man who is so mesmerizing, with his laughter, smile and definitely his voice. Why would anyone be so charming and too good to be true and at the same time be yours?

 It is the amazing feeling.

This sound of Alfred telling Bruce Wayne that makes me wanna cry somehow : I had this fantasy that I would look across the tables and I'd see you there, with a wife, maybe a couple of kids. You wouldn't say anything to me, nor me to you, but we'd both know...that you'd made it, that you were happy

Happy Monday in one hour. Start the day with a grateful heart :)

Cotton Candy

Of all million people,
I would rather choose you because
you make me feel I am one in a million

even for just eating KFC together
<3

Tues Day