“My final piece 
We’re born into the world 
As just one small piece to the puzzle 
That makes up an entire life. 
It’s up to us throughout our years, 
to find all of our pieces that fit. 
The pieces that connect who we are 
To who we were 
To who we’ll one day be. 
Sometimes pieces will almost fit. 
They’ll feel right. 
We’ll carry them around for a while, 
Hoping they’ll change shape. 
Hoping they’ll conform to our puzzle. 
But they won’t. 
We’ll eventually have to let them go. 
To find the puzzle that is their home. 
Sometimes pieces won’t fit at all. 
No matter how much we want them to. 
We’ll shove them. 
We’ll bend them. 
We’ll break them. 
But what isn’t meant to be, 
won’t be. 
Those are the hardest pieces of all to 
accept. 
The pieces of our puzzle 
That just don’t belong. 
But occasionally . . . 
Not very often at all, 
If we’re lucky, 
If we pay enough attention, 
We’ll find a 
perfect match. 
The pieces of the puzzle that slide right in 
The pieces that hug the contours of our own 
pieces. 
The pieces that lock to us. 
The pieces that we lock to. 
The pieces that fit so well, we can’t tell 
where our piece begins 
And that piece ends. 
Those pieces we call 
Friends. 
True loves. 
Dreams. 
Passions. 
Beliefs. 
Talents. 
They’re all the pieces that complete our 
puzzles. 
They line the edges,
Frame the corners, 
Fill the centers, 
Those pieces are the pieces that make us 
who we are.
Who we were. 
Who we’ll one day be. 
Up until today, 
When I looked at my own puzzle,
I would see a finished piece. 
I had the edges lined, 
The corners framed, 
The center filled. 
It felt like it was complete. 
All the pieces were there.
I had everything I wanted. 
Everything I needed. 
Everything I dreamt of. 
But up until today, 
I realized I had collected all 
but one piece. 
The most vital piece. 
The piece that completes the picture. 
The piece that completes my whole life. 
I held this girl in my arms 
She wrapped her tiny fingers around mine. 
It was then that I realized 
She was the fusion. 
The glue. 
The cement that bound all my pieces
together. 
The piece that seals my puzzle. 
The piece that completes my life. 
The element that makes me who I am. 
Who I was. 
Who I’ll one day be. 
You, baby girl. 
You’re my final piece.” 

― Colleen Hoover, This Girl

Slammed Series

“Sorry,” Kiersten says to Lake and I. “Mom says the FCC is responsible for inventing cusswords just for media shock value. She says if everyone would just use them enough, they wouldn’t be considered cusswords anymore and no one would ever be offended by them” 

This kid is hard to keep up with!

“Your mother encourages you to cuss?” Gavin says.

Kiersten nods. “I don’t see it that way. It’s more like she’s encouraging us to undermine a system flawed through overuse of words that are made out to be harmful, when in fact they’re just letters, mixed together like every other word. That’s all they are, mixed up letters. Like, take the word “butterfly” for example. What if someone decided one day that butterfly is a cussword? People would eventually start using butterfly as an insult, and to emphasize things in a negative way. The actual WORD doesn’t mean anything. It’s the negative association people give these words that make them cusswords. So if we all just decided to keep saying butterfly all the time, eventually people would stop caring. The shock value would subside…and it would just become another word again. Same with every other so-called bad word. If we would all just start saying them all the time, They wouldn’t be bad anymore. That’s what my mom says anyway.” 

“Kiersten?” Eddie says. “Will you be my new best friend?”

Lake grabs a french fry off her plate and throws it at Eddie, hitting her in the face with it. “That’s Bullshit,” Lake says.

“Oh, go BUTTERFLY yourself,” Eddie says. She returns a fry in Lakes direction.” 
― Colleen Hoover, Point of Retreat

“Butterfly.
What a beautiful word
What a delicate creature.
Delicate like the cruel words that flow right out of your mouths and the food that flies right out of your hands…
Does it make you feel better?
Does it make you feel good ?
Does picking on a girl make you more of a man?
Well, I’m standing up for myself
Like I should have done before
I’m not putting up with your Butterfly anymore."
(Kiersten slides the sack off her wrist and opens it, pulling out a handful of hand-made butterflies. She takes the microphone out of the stand and begins walking down the stairs as she continues speaking.)
“I’d like to extend to others what others have extended to me.”
(She walks up to Mrs. Brill first and holds out a butterfly)
“Butterfly you, Mrs. Brill.”
(Mrs. Brill smiles at her and takes the butterfly out of her hands. Lake laughs out loud and I have to nudge her to get her to be quiet. Kiersten walks around the room, passing out butterflies to several of the students, including the three from the lunchroom.)
“Butterfly you, Mark.
Butterfly you, Brendan.
Butterfly you, Colby.”
(When she finishes passing out the butterflies, she walks back onto the stage and places the microphone back into the stand.)
“I have one thing to say to you
And I’m not referring to the bullies
Or the ones they pursue.
I’m referring to those of you that just stand by
The ones who don’t take up for those of us that cry
Those of you who just…turn a blind eye.
After all it’s not you it’s happening to
You aren’t the one being bullied
And you aren’t the one being rude
It isn’t your hand that’s throwing the food
But…it is your mouth not speaking up
It is your feet not taking a stand
It is your arm not lending a hand
It is your heart
Not giving a damn.
So take up for yourself
Take up for your friends
I challenge you to be someone
Who doesn’t give in.
Don’t give in.
Don’t let them win.” 
― Colleen Hoover, Point of Retreat

“Sometimes life gets in your way. 
it gets all up in your damn way. 
But it doesn't get all up in your damn way
because it wants you to just give up and let it take control. 
Life doesn't get all up in your damn way because it just wants you to hand it allover and be carried along. 

Life wants you to fight it
Learn how to make it your own. 
it wants you to grab and axe and hack through the wood. 
It wants you to get a sledgehammer and break through concrete. 
It wants you to grab a torch and burn through the metal and steel until you can reach through and grab it. 

Life wants you to grab all the organized, the alphabetized, thechronological, the sequenced. It wants you to mix it all together, 
stir it up,
blend it.” 
― Colleen Hoover, Slammed

When I was young, I'm really fond of reading books.
Then it was gone.
It was clearly gone when I went to highschool, because I started to have friends.
I started to have this so called "social life"
It affected my personality so much, including my studies. (In a balance way though)
Then years passed, college has passed by in an instant.

Now, I'm already working as a Finance Associate.
Something hit me hard on my face, Oh yes. A book! (Some call it, Ebook, PDF or real books - still, it's a book)

I went back on reading Novels again.
Now, I realized.. I wanted to read more.. I wanted to learn more, not only academically but to explore LIFE as I go through these fictions and non fictions.

I realized that I still wanted to study and to learn more.

I wanted to pursue my further studies. ( Hopefully soon)

I want knowledge
I want to gain more
I'm hungry for more.


I want books.

I promise, I won't ignore it again.
I don't want to get bored anymore.

Boring is for ignorance.

And books were never boring. It takes me to different places I've never been before..

It's never to late, hop on and grab a book!



Yes, I'm inspired. I've read a good book! ;)

Now I talk less.
Moment of Speechless.
How far I can go?
How will I show?
Come on Brain.
Don't drain.
I'm becoming insane.

Need I to say more?

Just making your eyes sore.

I have never been so sure in my life. On what to do and how to deal with things that I can't handle. I'm not also quite sure about how much I've been hurt, because of the stupid things I've done.

All I know is the pain that cause me is like killing my system and ego slowly.
My alter ego, oh how I wish I can be strong enough like I imagined.

How I wish I can have all the guts to do what my heart can't do.
My heart's stopping me to do certain things that my mind used to think.
My heart is stopping me by being hurt and soft.

Then.. I began to cry all the pain.

How I wish I was emotionless.
How I wish I never knew how to love, so I can't be hurt this much.
and How I wish that love can't be painful as dying.

Why do I have to suffer like this?
Why do I still have the urge of wanting him more?
Why do I stay, despite all the anger and hatred I feel inside?
Why am I still here if i feel loneliness inside me?
Why do I stand still knowing that he's pulling me down?
Why am I making all this effort when all he do is to hurt me?

It really sucks loving him more and more each day and all I do is to hurt myself.
I don't know what to do..
There where no more tears to pour.

Its just..
What I'm feeling right now is..
So much hard to explain..
Its like something's stuck in my heart that slowly killing me.

Is it the feeling of emptiness that makes me sad?

A simple words yet deep.
A simple words that makes you believe.

A simple words that you want to feel.
A simple words that makes you reveal.

A simple words that makes you smile.
A simple words that you wanna hear even just for a while.

A simple words that can be lie.
A simple words that can make you cry.

A simple words that make you think.
A simple words that make your heart sink.


Even with just a simple words.
You can feel its worth.

Its all worth it for life.
Just for us to survive.

He's by your side, still feeling the emptiness inside my heart..
I gave my all and always doing big parts for him..

The fact that.. there's something missing..

I believe, that love, affection and attention is all what I'm looking for.

Hearts trying to find out..

When will this going to appear?