To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to be sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one - not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safely in the casket or the coffin of your selfishness. But, in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, unredeemable. The only place outside heaven where you can be safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love, is hell." (taken from a friend's blog)
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My heart aches not from the pain a friend went through during her tattoo-ing process. My heart aches from the pain that she was feeling in her heart when she was going through the tattoo-ing process.
I guess I could identify with how she was feeling. There was once I felt so much emotional pain, that I thought I wanted to get a tattoo. I thought then, no other pain could be more painful than the pain that I felt. I pray that I never have to feel pain at that level ever again. Never never never never again.
And please don't ask me to try at the r/s again. I feel this sense of fear and weariness as I think about even trying again. No no no no no way. Sigh. BIG SIGH.
On a more cheerful note, I had some great durian ice cream with great company which took away my food craving for prata, bee hoon goreng, teh tarik , durian and burburchacha. :)
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3 comments:
i would really want to have a dog someday :)
i dun understand.. :) why dog? heehee.. Wei...... let's meet up!!
wah rau... i know it was vague but still... i'm disappointed you didnt get what i meant! sigh... we needa meet up to work on our deteriorated telepathy, or whatever it is called :p
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