we will never stop learning about love.

we all learn about love and how to love in our own unique ways, and more than often they are arduous, lengthy journeys we embark on unintentionally. sometimes we struggle to get through the bumpy roads, and we don’t see the light at the end of the tunnel; sometimes it seems so easy that we’re so afraid it’s fleeting, failing to see that it’s because we’ve struggled so much before that it has somehow become so seemingly effortless.

as usual there is nothing i have for you here, in this strange space i post very-oh-so-not-often. just bits and bops of disconnected thoughts that i will never be able to put together. but i hold an important lesson dear to my heart that i saw once and was afraid i’d lose it again so i might as well immortalise it here.

Love – it all counts

Okay, I’m going to let you in on a little secret here. You don’t need to be in a relationship. I know you know it deep down. You’re just giving into pressures of society that make you think that you’re not really pretty unless you’re ‘wanted’, or you’re not really mature unless you’re having sex, or that you can’t be loved unless someone is dating you and trying to have sex with you. They feed you these notions and force them down your throat until you choke.

The truth is, a relationship won’t always make you happy. But you already know this. You’ve seen it a thousand times. The fact that someone ‘wants’ you, doesn’t mean they’re deserving of you. They expect you to serve yourself on a plate without having to make any effort nor work for your love, because in this warped world, you’re supposed to feel lucky about it. But trust me, the one who deserves you, will work for your love without complaining. It will come naturally to both of you.

Romance is wonderful, when it’s genuine, when it’s pure, when it is not in lieu of anything else. When it’s just because someone loves you, simply for being you. Regardless of whether you’ll end up together, when they think you’re that amazing that they don’t care if nothing comes of their efforts, it’s okay. They’re truly fascinated for however long you’re in each other’s lives. but it’s not the only type of love that exists.

There are friendships, with a love deeper and purer than most couples who swear they’re going to stay together forever. Yet the love in a friendship so often goes overlooked as nothing, and taken for granted.

How many times have single friends said that no one loves them? How many times were you that single friend? And if you ask hem about their friends, parents, family etc – they’ll say yes, they love them, but they don’t count. How hurtful is that? Of course it counts. Love doesn’t become any less valid just because a person isn’t having sex with you, and that is the problem with this generation. They think love doesn’t count unless it comes from someone who, given the chance (if they havent already been) would be interested in sexual relations with you.

So love doesn’t count, if there’s no potential for sex? However, wouldn’t that make the love more real? When they don’t want anything out of you. They just purely love you and all that you are.

It’s awesome to be in love, don’t get me wrong. It’s a magical feeling, but it doesn’t take sex for you to feel it. It’s just as magical stopping for ice cream in your sweatpants with your closest friends. Exploring the world with a bunch of mates who are just as excited as you to learn something new. Believe me, there’s a lot of love there.

Where we’ve gone wrong is making everything about finding ‘the one’ – but maybe you are ‘the one’. Just loving yourself, having fun and being happy. Perhaps instead of looking for our other halves, we should be looking for ourselves. Perhaps we weren’t born incomplete, we don’t need someone else to complete us, and we need to acknowledge the love all around us, learning that regardless of who loves us, we are all loved deeply. No matter where love comes from, it all counts.




“We’re not really afraid to die. We’re only afraid of being forgotten. We know that we’ll be forgotten, and the idea is unbearable, don’t you agree? As time passes we become infrequent visitors in the minds of those left behind. The ones who clear out the house & divide up the belongings. Throw away the rubbish. And forget. If we knew that every evening someone lit a candle and sat down to think – thought about is if only for a few seconds – then we could depart this earth in peace. No-one will light a candle for me. Who would do that?”

난 지금 가장 두려운 일? 한 사람은 죽을 만큼 사랑할 수 있는 기회가 없다.

I Love You


Giggling to my phone on the train #likearetard hahaha. Suddenly wondered when the first time I said ‘I love you’ was. It shouldn’t be wrong: Primary 1, on an email, to a boy in class I really liked, coz Y was so sweet and all.. Hahaha.

And then he left for another school:(

Then W walked into my life. We were close.. But never close enough. I was so sad that he got rejected by DHS (because there was no boys’ table tennis, the heck). I didn’t tell him anything though.

But of course I’ve never said it to anybody in spoken words before. One day, maybe, to my soulmate (perhaps non-existent). Oh well.

Haven’t spoken love for a while though. Been very very busy trapped in my own fake dilemmas and drowning in lies I’ve been feeding myself for 6 years. Watching endless romantic dramas, the sickest (I mean like the sweetest and craziest) love songs, strange but awesome love stories.. I wonder when I would be able to finally open up.

Until then, I would like to think that love is fluorescent in colour. That even if the person I love is standing in a crowd, he would always stand out ^_^