Thursday, January 23, 2014


I said don't go, I need you here. Just hold me close until the coast is clear. And I will fall, I'll fall so hard, in hopes I land in your arms.

So I went to OU today to try out the batting cages. Unfortunately there was some movie filming thing going on and the place was closed :(

It was a day filled with eating, eating and more eating (what else is new?)
But I got to pretend I was Katniss Everdeen and played some archery today.
I pretty much hit everything but the bullseye haha!

Day well spent. I'm happy :)

Currently in my jammies listening to Rocket To The Moon. Loving this band.

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Being Your Own Worst Enemy.. Or a Lover?

"Before you diagnose yourself with depression or low self-esteem, first make sure that you are not, in fact, just surrounded by assholes." - William Gibson


I have been walking around in circles trying to decide what to spend my time on. Holidays has always been a time where one can relax and unwind, travel, go on a vacation, spend time with loved ones and make lots of good memories.. My holiday has been rather slow, with nothing to do and just long days of not having anyone to talk to.

I feel like when I'm alone, I turn into my own worst enemy.

I start overthinking-- judging, scrutinizing and criticizing my own life. I start assuming the worst out of everything and feeling not worthy of anyone's time, and the next thing I know, I curl into my own little shell in my room and start crying for problems that don't even exist in the first place.

Has anyone else ever felt that way?

I have to remember that each and every one of us are fighting our own battles, and our problems may not be of significance to other people, just as their's may not be of our concern.

It is rather magical though, when our problems relate, because that could be the bud of a wonderful bond that could be formed through talking and supporting each other in that particular topic, and the next thing you know, a friendship blooms.

Just like that, the loneliness disappears.

Everyone wants to be loved.

I guess this is what it means to be human. We all want to be appreciated, in some shape or form, one way or the other.

Funny how life works.

Sorry guys, just being little miss sad pants today.


Monday, January 20, 2014


Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that takes our breath away.

Hello. It's been a while. I used to keep blogs since I was a wee lil tot, taking pride in the fact that I was the youngest blogger alive back in 2001. (Or so I'd like to believe!) If you are even mildly close to me, you would know that I am a very sentimental person. To those who don't know me, Hi. I'm Syara. I'll be turning 21 on Valentine's Eve which makes me a full-on adult, although that bears hardly any significance since I look forever 15/16 anyway. Pains of being tiny, but I'd like to think I'm far wiser beyond my appearance. Just dig deeper.

I'm a very thoughtful person and I spend every day just figuring out who I am, my purpose in life and what I can do to make every day a little better, a little bit more enjoyable and fulfilling, just so I can look back on my life someday and think "Hey, I did a good job growing up!" Yolo, hey? Experience everything, have no regrets.

Just a second ago I remember randomly typing my own name on Google in attempt to figure out who I was. (I'm sure we've all had those moments!) I like looking at all the old things I've posted before--kind of like a timeline of my life and all the precious moments that I've been through, just to compare that with my current self to see how much I've grown through the years. 

As much as change happens every day with every little thing I do, one thing in my life has remained constant--and that is, my love for documenting my own life. There are little bits and pieces of me, in every phase of my life, stashed away in the nooks and crannies of the Internet that I enjoy digging and reclaiming, just to reminisce. My life, through the years, is pretty much an open book--that is, as long as you know where to stick your nose and how to decipher all the encrypted messages I leave everywhere--most of which, I, myself find a challenge to understand and decode sometimes.

Enough about the history of my life, and now on to the main purpose of this blog.

I feel like I'm always inspired to say or do things, and I have so much of that to share with the world. I would usually leave it up to YouTube, but being in school I get so busy that I hardly ever have time to film. I've been needing a place to contain all my verbal diarrhea and daily musings, should I have more to say than a measly 160 characters. More interesting (and hopefully thoughtful!) posts after this one.

Anyway, I just wanted to start off my first post by saying Hi :)