Feel some hearts, I wouldn't lie

I have memories that travels my mind

Fear not, fear not when you go

I have pieces of your hate in my soul

Look at me now, I'm falling apart in daylight

All the pieces that I lost I have loved

It's nice to see Eeno again after so long. I don't go to my mum's house very often for a variety of reasons. Some of which being that I am super busy with the kids school schedule and readjusting my routines to their schedule. Also, I usually would video call my mum..........

The times that I do visit my parents, Eeno would either be super busy or just avoiding my sister. The reasons matters not for I understand exactly why he does so.

It's funny how he and I are on the same page on so many things. I am happy to see he's making progress. Xin Xien is super busy so I doubt if I'll ever see her anytime soon. My mum sent me the video of their wedding tea ceremony after nikah at my parents house. It was simple and nice.

Anywho, I have just been bitten by shit loads of mosquitoes in a very short amount of time. If they were piranhas, I'd be dead. My mind have been on arts and doodling and crafting in the last couple of days. I haven't been jamming on the guitar.

For some reason, I have Garmadon in mind....... As a subject for doodle practice......

I pulled myself together a couple of nights ago and visited my Sims. I miss them and I was trying to remember what I did last time I played. I messed up big time. I hate myself for messing up things with my sims especially with Jack and Joseph Conrad 😭

Why do I ruin the things I love?!!! 

come back to me after peace restores

 Often times I find myself being too forgiving towards other people........I don't know how I come to be this way but I do know that there are people out there whom have known me since forever. They think it is OK to say anything to me. They think it is OK to say or do mean things to me and then eventually thinking, expecting me to pick myself up and be OK with everything after that. 

It's as though my feelings do not matter. I guess it doesn't. They would have otherwise thought about what they were about to say or do before actually doing it. 

I am not one to not forgive but there are times when it does upset me. Most of the time, I would cry and then slowly pick myself up. However, I don't think this privilege extends to everyone. Not anymore. Not this time. 

I am human. I have feelings. I get upset. I have every right to disconnect myself. I need peace and quiet. The longer I linger the worse it becomes and the higher chances of me not being able to forgive. I always find a way to forgive and move on but I don't usually forget. Having said that, things that really hurts me usually are more difficult to forget.

I cannot seem to understand why people in general no longer know where to draw the line about being close and being hurtful. 

Feel some hearts, I wouldn't lie
I got memories that travels my mind
Fear not, fear not
When you go, I got pieces of your hate in my soul