♥ brenda
Hello, my name is Brenda by birth. I really like dressin up. I love books and photography. I hate lizards, insects, things that slime or crawl.Neither do i like gore or violent films. AM WATCHING MY LIFE FROM FIFTY FEET. And nope, im not delusional. not yet
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“She is a year ago.
She is the ache in the empty,
the first time you changed your mind
and the last time you were sorry about it.
She is a city sleeping beside you,
warm and vast and familiar, streetlights
yawning and stretching,
and you have never. You have never.
You have never loved someone like this.
She is your first stomach ache.
Your first panic attack and your
favorite cold shower.
A mountain is moving somewhere
inside of you, and her handprints are all over it.
Here. Here. Here, you love her.
In the fractured morning, full of
too tired and too sad, she is the first
foot that leaves the bed.
She is the fight in you, the winning
and the losing battle
floating like a shipwreck in your chest.
When they ask you what your favorite moment is,
You will say Her.
You will always say Her.”
They say , very few things in life are actually worthy of the kind of emotional distress we put ourselves though, but how do we define it?
Sometimes, the heart sees what's invisible to the eye. The hidden clause is - when you are in love that is.
And the fog before my eyes are starting to clear and show what I should have known months back.It's heart wrenching but that's life.
And I've learnt that a heart can be broken, but it'll still beat.
master of my fate, captain of my soul
Hurt
Have you been hurt? Some may ask? But what exactly is hurt?
Real hurt is instantly recognizable. It places an implacable weight against your chest and keeps it there until you feel like you are about to break. It’s a weight far more painful than the kind you might experience as a consequence of faulty limbs and organs, and unfortunately, this potent form of hurt is so much more common.
Although it afflicts all of us at some point in our lives, this hurt has the paradoxical effect of convincing its victims that they are the only ones to ever experience suffering.
Hurt possesses you.
You become hurt and that is your identity for a while.
This kind of hurt consorts with loss — death, breakups, anything that generates terrible endings with irrevocable finality. I felt it when I got ditched and chided for doing nothing but trying to love a someone who didn't love me back as much. And I felt it when I watched the lady who raised me pass away.
These events take so much from you, but they also give you something in return: a choice. You can let hurt defeat you, break you down until all you want is for others to feel the same hurt. Or you can move on and learn to empathize with an entire population of people who have faced similar situations. You can choose to perpetuate suffering or do your best to alleviate it. Ironically, accomplishing the latter requires a painstaking amount of effort. Misery loves company and in order to avoid adding to its ranks, you must be vigilante, thoughtful, and compassionate. You have to think beyond yourself — an incredibly difficult thing to do when confronted with life’s difficulties.
The struggles and tragedies of the past remain in the thoughts, but just don’t let these memories consume yourself. Make a conscious decision to move forward.
What do you do with the hurt that happens to you?
You let it go.
The name 'Brenda' stands for 'sword', which I perceive as being linked to violence. But no, I don't see myself as a violent person. The most I do is curse and swear like a sailor, and perhaps punch a few pillows and kick a few walls. But I'd never lay a finger on people(or so i claim).
And also. according to bestf, i'll combust without guys.
To top that up, you will have not problem trying to spot me along the streets.With my not-exactly-very-toned-down hair, and my shorts,yes, Singapore's way to hot to be in jeans.
Personality wise, I'm close to being crazy. I drive people nuts when the inner bitch release.So in short,you can either say that I brighten up your life, or that I drive you up the wall. It can only be one way or the other. No in-betweens.
Basically, I have a problem with authority.I never liked being told what to do and when told not to do something, all the more i'd do it-just to annoy the person (like,duh.)
Yours truly,do not believe in rules-strapped life, strongly thinks that life should be lived the way you want to and no compromises made.Of course minus the reality chunk.Partying is like a hobbie to me, just like how stamp collecting is to other, but partying is much more fun!
Not only does it allows me to meet interesting personas of all kind and yes, grooving to the music is a great workout- keeps me very much in shape.My girls are the bestest people to club with,ever
In case you failed to figure, my girls are one of the greatest thing that happened to me in life.Friends are a whole big deal in my life, plays a huge part in major break-ups and events.By and by, i love them to bits and they know it.
I have the tendancy to forget what i want to say mid-sentence,so just let me finish.I'm not as dramatic as so many friends claimed.I hate crossing the roads, proudly proclaimed my love for whipcreme,icecreams and cakes. I can be completely bought over by sweet treats, Starbucks and surprises.Small details matters alot to me, a little gesture, a smile, and kids warms my heart.I love that warm fuzzy feeling i get when watch kids play.
I'm not exactly the most random person you will find around and am totally,erm, not a bimbo.
Meanwhile, please make do with the photos untill i get better ones.
“She is a year ago.
She is the ache in the empty,
the first time you changed your mind
and the last time you were sorry about it.
She is a city sleeping beside you,
warm and vast and familiar, streetlights
yawning and stretching,
and you have never. You have never.
You have never loved someone like this.
She is your first stomach ache.
Your first panic attack and your
favorite cold shower.
A mountain is moving somewhere
inside of you, and her handprints are all over it.
Here. Here. Here, you love her.
In the fractured morning, full of
too tired and too sad, she is the first
foot that leaves the bed.
She is the fight in you, the winning
and the losing battle
floating like a shipwreck in your chest.
When they ask you what your favorite moment is,
You will say Her.
You will always say Her.”
They say , very few things in life are actually worthy of the kind of emotional distress we put ourselves though, but how do we define it?
Sometimes, the heart sees what's invisible to the eye. The hidden clause is - when you are in love that is.
And the fog before my eyes are starting to clear and show what I should have known months back.It's heart wrenching but that's life.
And I've learnt that a heart can be broken, but it'll still beat.
master of my fate, captain of my soul
Hurt
Have you been hurt? Some may ask? But what exactly is hurt?
Real hurt is instantly recognizable. It places an implacable weight against your chest and keeps it there until you feel like you are about to break. It’s a weight far more painful than the kind you might experience as a consequence of faulty limbs and organs, and unfortunately, this potent form of hurt is so much more common.
Although it afflicts all of us at some point in our lives, this hurt has the paradoxical effect of convincing its victims that they are the only ones to ever experience suffering.
Hurt possesses you.
You become hurt and that is your identity for a while.
This kind of hurt consorts with loss — death, breakups, anything that generates terrible endings with irrevocable finality. I felt it when I got ditched and chided for doing nothing but trying to love a someone who didn't love me back as much. And I felt it when I watched the lady who raised me pass away.
These events take so much from you, but they also give you something in return: a choice. You can let hurt defeat you, break you down until all you want is for others to feel the same hurt. Or you can move on and learn to empathize with an entire population of people who have faced similar situations. You can choose to perpetuate suffering or do your best to alleviate it. Ironically, accomplishing the latter requires a painstaking amount of effort. Misery loves company and in order to avoid adding to its ranks, you must be vigilante, thoughtful, and compassionate. You have to think beyond yourself — an incredibly difficult thing to do when confronted with life’s difficulties.
The struggles and tragedies of the past remain in the thoughts, but just don’t let these memories consume yourself. Make a conscious decision to move forward.
What do you do with the hurt that happens to you?
You let it go.
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