A Tale of The Past

This is the story of a girl who was at the time, around 10 years old. She lives in the brown and yellow house on the corner of the house lot.

On a particular day, she went out with her family. Once they got home, she noticed a new family moving into the house two houses away from hers. Her family introduced themselves to the new neighbours. They had two sons and a daughter.

The new neighbours liked playing at the park infront of hers and their house. So she decided to go out and play with them, bringing her brothers with her. She played and played with them until it was crimson and orange outside. She had so much fun.

Everyday since then, she would go out and wait for him to come out. He is the neighbour's eldest son. She grew fond of him.

There was this once when she went out to wait for him but he never showed up. She asked his maid where he was. His maid told her that he was sick. And so she ran home as fast as she could and grabbed a paper and pen and made him a "get well soon" card. She went straight to his maid and gave it to her to deliver it to him.

He studies in another country, one far away from here. She played alone outside. She was always waiting for him to come back. And when he did, he told her he had a surprise. He told her to sit on the swings, close her eyes and lay out her hands. She was scared he was going to put a bug on her but he insisted that she believed him that it wasn't a bug.

He put something soft and hairy on the palms. He told her to open her eyes and there it was. It was a lion doll. She thought it was adorable and that it was sweet of him to get her something.

Alas, all great things eventually have to come to an end. He eventually had to stay at the country he was studying to focus on his studies. She missed him very much. But she never saw him for awhile. Then little by little they grew apart.

Now they are strangers.

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New Year, Not Quite a New Me.

Let's talk about the new year shall we? Welcome to 2014. Where (or when) the rich are getting richer and well you know the rest.

Most people have already started their "New Year's Resolution(s)" by now with the same purpose. "For a better me!" they'd say.

It's always the same every year, exercise, be healthy, study, eat organic etc and yet no one seems to finish them. Almost everyone will stop in the middle.

I opt to not have a resolution. I want to see where life takes me. I want to experience what fate has in store for me. It might not be what I want, but hey? I don't mind.

My point is that I want to live. I want to explore and learn and create and define and design and interact. Now it might be true, I'll be the same old me in 2014, but I'll end it knowing that I have lived the year to the fullest. And I haven't been able to do that in what seems like a long time :)

Let's all live this year. Focus on the bright side and learn to appreciate life and each other.

Have a great year.
With love,
Ainna.

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It's a Personal Thing

Today, I want to talk (or write and/or type if you want to be technical about it) about being nice. (Great, yet another useless topic being discussed on Ainna's Peanut Blog)

WHAT IS NICE?

Well, according to the Merriam-Webster Dictionary, nice is (in the context) someone or something who or that is pleasing and agreeable. It is nice to receive flowers for example, or help others.

I try my best to be nice. I help anyone and everyone I could and I stay in good terms with almost everyone. It is kinda hard sometimes especially when you really need something but you choose to help others first.

What I end up feeling? Under-appreciated, unloved and unwanted. People who are nice tend to be stepped on or pushed aside. The sad truth of our society is that we don't say thank you enough and mean it.

A simple thank you is indeed just a phrase used to express gratitude to other being. However, the generation of today toss it around so often that it has lost its meaning. All I want is to be appreciated.

I also tend to keep hateful commentaries to myself. This however is the con of being nice. When you keep them, they keep building up and building up until you can't take it anymore then BAM! you explode into a tantrum of rants on twitter or yells to your siblings.

It's as if I have anger issues. I might actually. I need to see a psychologist. Hmm. I'll write to you readers again in the near future.

Until then,
Ainna.

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The Reason Behind The Charade

I'm been crushing on actors since I was a kid. But never have I been more obsessed than now. The whole "this is my husband" or "he's mine, you can't have him" or even the "one for each day" is just a distraction.

Being broken hearted (save the sob story ainna...), whenever I watch all these movies with these exceptionally handsome men, I feel better. So so much better.

All of them combined is the image of the perfect man. One who won't hurt my feelings. I wouldn't have to be worried about being torn apart. I get the cute romantic antics without the heartbreak.

After a year and 5 months of constantly having the same person call you beautiful or pretty, when it stops, you'll feel ugly. Atleast I did. I really did. I felt like (excuse my language) shit.

But these imaginary guys in my mind, they have nothing but good things to say. It builds my confidence somehow.

I know I sound like a complete psycho now but it works and it makes me happy. Am I not good enough for happiness? All I wanted was someone to reassure me.

With this, I'll put in a few pictures of my "husbands". This needed to be explained :)

Love, Ainna.

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Reminisce

It is rather inappropriate to reminisce on the past. Especially when past brought you so much happiness and pain all at once.

After what had happened, I tried shutting away from you. You wouldn't let me. Let me rephrase that, I wouldn't let myself. You were and still are much too valuable for me to lose.

I'm doing considerable well, given the circumstances. I rarely ever think about you anymore and I have stopped myself from pushing the limits of our friendship.

Today was different. It started off as any other day. I felt neutral, neither happy nor sad. But you see, when I saw that number flashing across my phone screen, I felt a familiar feeling. My heart racing, my voice barely wanting to make a sound and my mind trying to figure out what to say.

Everything has changed except for this. I've always felt this way when you call. I'd blurt out things I really wish I could take back. I'd smile like there wasn't a care in the world.

That's the one thing I can't control. It's like my mind won't get over you. It falls victim whenever I hear you voice and to be honest, you are quite the persuader.

Don't get the wrong idea, I couldn't care less whether or not you still like me or you're having a fling with some other girl. Apart from this, I have moved on.

I wrote this so that I could remind myself to not let myself behave that way. My sincerest apologies to whoever I might have offended.

Good Night World

With love,
Ainna.

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Something different :)

This is the lyrics to the Coldplay song The Scientist

Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are
I had to find you, tell you I need you
Tell you I'll set you apart

Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions
Oh let's go back to the start
Running in circles, coming in tails
Heads on a science apart

Nobody said it was easy
It's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard
Oh, take me back to the start.

I was just guessing at numbers and figures
Pulling your puzzles apart
Questions of science, science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart

Tell me you love me, come back and haunt me
Oh and I rush to the start
Running in circles, chasing our tails
Coming back as we are

Nobody said it was easy
Oh it's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard
I'm going back to the start

- This song means a great deal to me. It is how I feel in my heart deep down in the place I left open with unanswered questions. The song was right, nobody said it was easy, no one ever said it would be this hard. If I could, I really would go back to the start.-

As always
With love,
Ainna.

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You never knew

"The shattering of a heart when broken is the loudest quiet ever."
- Carroll Bryant

When you look at someone as this wonderful person, you've got nothing negative to say about them. You've never thought of anything, ever.

Out of the blue, they're telling you all these things about yourself that you've never heard before. Bad things, things that you did not know.

You sit there just absolutely speechless. You don't know what to say or how to respond.

All these things that you've done and all the things that you thought were enough actually weren't enough at all. Whatever you were doing was not good enough. You did not show enough and you did not give enough or do enough.

There were things instinctively you shoul've done and you should've known to do, you just didn't know.

You don't get a second chance, sorry. You don't get one because you don't deserve one.

It's hard to understand what's going on because you thought that the only thing you've done really well in your life was this person.

Turns out, you had failed.
Then you get to the how fast they find someone to replace you.
A person that he/she has only known for a few days.
You think to yourself, how could he/she
?

You don't understand it but you have to face it either way.

* This is my blog so I am allowed to convey my emotions however I want. This was not written by me but spoken by Wayne Goss, a make up artist on youtube regarding the leaving of his best friend. It seemed to fit me so I decided to type it out. I'm sorry if this was too emotional for your liking but you know what? I don't live to impress.

With the warmth of my heart,
Ainna.

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