It takes 7 seconds for food to pass from mouth to stomach. A human hair can hold 3 kg. The length of the penis is three times the length of the thumb. The femur is as hard as concrete. A woman's heart beats faster than a man's. Women blink twice as much as men. We use 300 muscles just to keep our balance when we stand. The woman has read this entire text. The man is still looking at his thumb.
I have written before, and will again, about the ineffective use of PowerPoint in all sectors. I don’t think it is inherently evil, just abused. But I have to say, my favorite quote in this piece might just be:
Senior officers say the program does come in handy when the goal is not imparting information, as in briefings for reporters.
“Forget the times he walked by, forget the times he made you cry. Forget the times he spoke your name, remember now you’re not the same. Forget the times he held your hand, forget the sweet things if you can. Forget the times and don’t pretend; remember now he’s just your friend.”—(via never-let-me-go) (via fyeahmadgeharah) (via wordclots) (via poeticheartache)
“It’s possible to go on, no matter how impossible it seems, and that in time, the grief … lessens. It may not go away completely, but after a while it’s not so overwhelming.”—Nicholas Sparks (Dear John) (via friskfrost)
have you ever tried curling up in a corner of ur room, in the dark with your eyes close, listening to flightless bird being played softly from ur handphone?
i was so tired from all the walking and running around today. like with everything else that happened during the time when i first fell in love with ‘flightless bird’, he appeared in my mind too.
i’m used to the phantom of painful memories. drops by everyday.
i was doing fine, pretending u’ve disappeared, gone somewhere, creating ur own life, cutting me off. it was much better thinking that you have an immense hate for me, so i should stay the hell away from your life. and that i would never appear in front of u ever again because i know you wouldnt want me to.
it is easier this way. coz since i need a reason to stop reaching out to u, its better to think that u hate me. coz i can never hate u. no one hates ppl that they love.
but really, sometimes i dont know what i want.i cant decide if i want to erase you from my memory if i ever have a chance to. because as much as i cant bear to look at you and ur new life, i dont want to lose my last bits of memory of u because thats all i have left of you after deleting all the pictures we’ve taken tgt. i even destroyed the handmade gift u made for my birthday. it was my best birthday present, it was the sweetest thing that was ever happened to me. it pained me to break it into pieces when it was my most treasured possession.
i was doing well living in my own bubble, sometimes watching u live ur life. and actually wishing you well.
i cant say i smile at the thoughts of u. because the pain that comes with it is just so bitter.
it didnt help that u added me on fb. i’ve always closed ur window on my frens suggestion list. but urs would just pop up anyway. it still hurts to see u. it hurts even more to know u’re still adding me when ur profile is all about ur new love. i dont want you to see me. i locked my profile because of u. i dont want u to know how i’m doing. i dont want u coming into my life again. i dont want u to see that afterall this time, my fb status would still occasionally be about u. i dont want u to see my emotional drama coz i noe u hate drama.
and for my own good, i dont want to see your cooing status, comments, mushy talks between u and ur gf, showing up on my notices. i dont want to know minute details and events of ur life. especially when u have no intention of including me in ur life, sweetheart.
we can never be friends. i cant look at u in any other way besides being the only person i ever loved for real. unlike u darling, i cant just walk away and think that it ended smoothly when i literally wanted to kill myself. And baby, u’ll never know this. because u’ll never care enough about me again to read my blog like u used to. and if u ever read this, u’d hate me more for being such a pathetic creature when all i ever did was love u.
let me remember u as u once was. and u remember me as the way it is.