Love, whether it’s friendship or more, is like a cup. It fills up drop by drop, until one last drop and the cup is full. The liquid hangs there almost above the rim, hangs there on surface tension alone and you know that one more drop and it will spill over.
Blood Noir by Laurell K. Hamilton
She In Her 5-Inch Heels Everyday
Ran around the whole department like a lunatic since Monday. Multitasked all day long. To be doing things from scratch. And rushed for submissions. Brains were needed. Some actuarial common sense was required. Complained to beau about the horrible headache last night. At least talking to him soothed it all. Today a senior stopped me and asked “You seem really busy today”. “Hahaha, well, when people give you very little information and expect you to finish the tasks, of course you have to run around like a headless chicken. Lol, I’m fine, no worries”. Because I don’t do lunch and I arrive early at the office all day long, my mentors should really take note of that effort and perhaps, increase my KPI or upgrade me to manage the branch in Indonesia at least? Okay, it’s not wrong to wish for the moon and land among the stars, right? (Yeah and you got the moon, didn’t you :)? BNP Paribas, PwC Kuwait). Hahaha, keep on dreaming big, Abir. You’ll get there. So didn’t have lunch and sat through the tasks. Consulted three different people at the same time since all three tasks are on different matters entirely! Half an hour before office hours ended, pop! Submissions on their tables. I hope you don’t take me wrong. I may come off as bragging here but really, I’m merely sharing how most of the days in my life are like. Then before leaving the office, went to GM and reported to him all of the things I did. And got a thumbs up.
Well, that’s more than enough, for now, that thumbs up. Alhamdullilah :)
Keep on fighting!
Lately, whenever I feel like things are getting tougher on my end, I’d look at the draft you left me on Tumblr, and I’ll be all okay again. Because I know, I will always have you. And that heaviness on my shoulders? They fade away. “I ♥ you and only you”. Oh butterflies.
There comes a point where you just love someone. Not because they’re good, or bad, or anything really. You just love them. It doesn’t mean you’ll be together forever. It doesn’t mean you won’t hurt each other. It just means you love them. Sometimes in spite of whom they are, and sometimes because of whom they are. And you know that they love you, sometimes because of who you are, and sometimes in spite of it.
The Love Whisperer
If a person has ugly thoughts, it begins to show on the face. And when that person has ugly thoughts every day, every week, every year, the face gets uglier and uglier until you can hardly bear to look at it. A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly. You can have a wonky nose and a crooked mouth and a double chin and stick-out teeth, but if you have good thoughts it will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.
There will be days when you want to just throw in the towel and give up. There will be days of stiff necks and no sleep and sore muscles. People will be cruel. Food will go bad. You will feel like the world is out to get you. Everything will start to frustrate you, the news will make you sad. Winter will creep up on you and you will find yourself alone and burrowing yourself in your schoolwork to try to keep the loneliness at bay. But then spring arrives. Something big blooms in your chest. Sparrows sing to you and the air suddenly is clearer. You fall in love. You will grow a garden. Good things will start to come to you, beautiful people will find you. Remember those good things when the days get cold and the nights get long. Remember that you deserve to feel good. That you deserve to have good people and good food and a safe place to come home to. Remember that bad moods pass and that all bad days end. And that no matter where you are or how lonely you get, somebody out there is looking for you and is waiting for you to find them and give them your love.
Excerpt from “letter to my future daughter” by Esperanza Friel
You know that place between sleep and awake, the place where you can still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always love you. That’s where I’ll be waiting.
J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan
Not a word passes between us, not because we have nothing to say, but because we don’t have to say anything.
You don’t ever have to feel guilty about removing toxic people from your life. It doesn’t matter whether someone is a relative, romantic interest, employer, childhood friend, or a new acquaintance — you don’t have to make room for people who cause you pain or make you feel small. It’s one thing if a person owns up to their behavior and makes an effort to change. But if a person disregards your feelings, ignores your boundaries, and continues to treat you in a harmful way, they need to go.