I'm a simple girl with a li'l dream, of seeing her humble works in exquisite print, to share with all who feels for words, written with
an unsupressable urge. So indugle in my fantasies, and plow your way through my memories, greatly appreciated you will be,
if you can leave your comments here for me.

Monday, November 26, 2007

I Am Not Going To Think About Her

Break ups are hard - and I have seen different people cope in different ways. This guy however, has a really unique way of doing it. Extremely creative too. I totally dig the script.

If you are going through a similar situation now, nurse your heart ache by watching this clip. Even if it can't heal you, I hope it would at least bring a smile to your face.

However, if you are the one dying to get away, this dude gives you tips on How To Break Up With Your Girlfriend in 64 Easy Steps.

I am beginning to think he may need a psychologist to untie all the knotted angst.

For more of his wit, humor and cynicism, check out his webpage - Tales of Mere Existence.


Sunday, November 18, 2007

my world of warcraft

Thought I would show you guys an example of what I do on World of Warcraft. The little gnome -Sheerlock - in pink ponytails is me - killing an elite dragon boss with nine other members from my guild, each with different special abilities and powers.

Have fun viewing!

Thursday, November 15, 2007

the three questions

Artwork by ~sora-ko

Once upon a time, there was a king, who is quite a philosophical man. He had three burning questions on his mind, which he had no answers to. The three questions were:

1. Who is the most important person in the world?
2. What is the most important thing to do in the world?
3. When is the most important time to do it?

The questions were posed to his ministers, but none, including his wise sages, could give him the answers he was seeking. Feeling frustrated, the king decided to venture out of the palace and take a walk in town.

As night began to close in, the king decided to put up at a little hut, situated on the outskirts of town. The hut was owned by a hospitable old man who lived alone.

In the middle of the night, the king was awakened from his deep slumber by a loud commotion. Someone was banging hard at the door and shouting for help. The King got up just in time to see the old man opening the door. A young man came rushing in, his clothes torn and stained with blood. More blood was dripping down his forehead and his eyes were filled with desperation and fear.

The young man begged the old man to shelter him from his pursuers, who were hot on his heels. Without another word, the old man agreed and quickly hid the young man out at the back in a shack, where it was dark and isolated. Not long after, soldiers came storming into the house, demanding to know if the old man has seen anyone passing through his grounds.

The old man denied and feigned ignorace, and the soldiers left him to continue their manhunt. The young man finally came out of his hiding place, washed and cleaned up his wounds, thanked the old man and went on his way.

The King was stupefied at what unfolded before his eyes, but kept his composure. The next morning, he asked the old man:

"Why did you agree to help the young man last night? Why did you not even bother to find out who he was? What has he done? Or where is he going?"

The old man look the king in the eye and replied:

"The most important person in the world is the one who needed your help most. The most important thing to do is to offer whatever assistance you can in his time of need. And the most important time to do it is right then and there - immediately."

The king was stunned for a moment, and it finally dawned on him that the answers he has been searching for for so long, were actually right before his eyes. The old man had taught him the most important lesson he needed to know.

"You cannot teach a man anything; you can only help him find it within himself." ~ Galileo Galilei (1564 - 1642)

Sunday, November 11, 2007

enough is enough

Artwork by ~RusRed

why is it so
when things go wrong
the burden to bear
is always mine
and when i've done right
you, not me
are the one who shine

maybe i am easy
maybe i don't mind
but maybe, just maybe
you think i'd be fine

why does one think
when friendship ends
they play no part
in the tragedy
and when pain sets in
it's all me
who caused the misery

maybe i am innocent
maybe i am nice
maybe, just maybe
i look like the bullying kind

enough is enough
betrayal is finite
take your curses
and beat it
get the hell outta my life

your vile intentions
your malicious lies
enough is enough
good riddance
and goodbye

Thursday, November 08, 2007

i am back

it's been a while, a long while. i guess the chaotic pace of my work and other distractions - didn't help either.

i was also going through a writer's block. i stared for hours on this screen, trying to pen my thoughts but i couldn't.

not too long ago, i typed in Blogger's URL, but i was blocked. couldn't figure out why. since i have nothing i wanted to update, i gave up trying to log in.

then came one mail. then two. then a couple more.

friends of this blog started writing me, asking me if i am ever going to blog again. people i don't know emailed me telling me how my blog has impacted them in ways i cannot understand. long lost readers messaged me to say they missed my posts. everywhere i turn, someone will remind me of Hotel Solace.

and i have to say -- i am indeed very touched. i am sorry i have been gone for so long. i do want so much to touch lives again, and i hope i can still remember how to do it.

i have retreated into a space that doesn't need me to feel that much -- and that helped brought some stability and sanity back into my otherwise dysfunctional life. for a while, this blog has been that hotel solace for me, and many others. but the emotions that checked in here daily were mostly raw, and very, very real. i needed a solace of my own and i found it interestingly, by not blogging.

but it feels good ...to be back.

it feels wonderful to know u guys are still checking in.

and it feels liberating to be able to crack the stupid privacy code that's preventing me from logging into blogger.

and yes, i do miss you too.