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 Novels are what I seek to publish; being educated through textbooks was what I have been brainwashed to do; poems reflect what my soul desires. 

Quotes are created when reality rings a bell in my head;
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Ask MeFacebook TwitterPersonal spaceOld BlogRandom PoemsDoodles</description><title>Into the realms of my mind</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @veltrice)</generator><link>http://veltrice.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Distance.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;A matured relationship,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;does not involve having&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;to see each other daily.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And yet, there&amp;#8217;d always&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;be this inexplicable&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;connection,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;bonding each of us;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;like old couples who&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;understand the true&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;meaning of what&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;a relationship really is.&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#8217;s funny how we just&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;met, and yet I feel&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;as though we have &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;known each other&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;for a thousand years&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;or so.                                &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; Very magical.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;                                               Indeed.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://veltrice.tumblr.com/post/50250958628</link><guid>http://veltrice.tumblr.com/post/50250958628</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 May 2013 19:44:00 +0800</pubDate><category>relationships</category><category>personal</category><category>veltrice</category></item><item><title>Love.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I don&amp;#8217;t need roses, rings or flowery words.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I don&amp;#8217;t need big bags, cars or houses.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Love&amp;#8217;s not supposed to be materialistic.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Giving flowers is just a symbolic thing that&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;society had manifest. Having a man being&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;a fairytale slave to you just shows how &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;incapable you are. Love doesn&amp;#8217;t mean&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;being dependent. It just means being&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;able to do things with the one you&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;love without having to expect or&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;demand anything in return.&lt;br/&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As such, true love renders&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;nothing but true companionship and a&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;magical bond that connects.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;That being said,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m grateful that I have finally &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;found such a connection.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#8217;s the most blissful feeling&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;in the world. And I&amp;#8217;m so thankful&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;for that.&lt;br/&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I love you. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://veltrice.tumblr.com/post/48273082973</link><guid>http://veltrice.tumblr.com/post/48273082973</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Apr 2013 20:16:00 +0800</pubDate><category>Love</category><category>Relationships</category><category>thoughts</category><category>personal</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>writing</category><category>words</category><category>veltrice</category></item><item><title>Absence.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;They say absence makes the heart fonder.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But humans ain&amp;#8217;t made the same.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Absence makes me forget things.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It makes me lose the feel that was&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;right initially. It just makes me forget.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And then I move on not caring about&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;what happened in the past.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I&amp;#8217;m cold like that.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But I don&amp;#8217;t think it&amp;#8217;s a flaw.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Instead, it actually helps to&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;make you happier, really.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://veltrice.tumblr.com/post/46581335638</link><guid>http://veltrice.tumblr.com/post/46581335638</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Mar 2013 17:21:00 +0800</pubDate><category>veltrice</category><category>personal</category><category>thoughts</category><category>writing</category><category>words</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>people</category><category>absence</category></item><item><title>Truth be told.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I doubt anyone understands me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Even I don&amp;#8217;t even understand myself.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So why, I ask.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Maybe my mind&amp;#8217;s just playing those&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;little tricks. Or maybe, I don&amp;#8217;t even&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;have a mind of my own.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Hah. This is ridiculous.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And it doesn&amp;#8217;t even make sense.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But really, who exactly am I?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And do I really not have a mind?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://veltrice.tumblr.com/post/46171244750</link><guid>http://veltrice.tumblr.com/post/46171244750</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Mar 2013 00:59:00 +0800</pubDate><category>spilled ink</category><category>words</category><category>veltrice</category></item><item><title>Perfectly you. </title><description>&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m happy.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I hope you are, too.&lt;br/&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Because even in the darkest days,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;there is bound to be light.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And so, strive on.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Because happiness doesn&amp;#8217;t&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;mean perfection in everything.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You can be perfectly imperfect, too. :)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://veltrice.tumblr.com/post/46006322862</link><guid>http://veltrice.tumblr.com/post/46006322862</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Mar 2013 03:07:00 +0800</pubDate><category>motivation</category><category>writing</category><category>words</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>veltrice</category></item><item><title>Just keep swimming.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_5"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;#8220;When there is desire,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;there is gonna be a flame.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Where there is a flame,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;someone&amp;#8217;s bound to get burnt.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But just because it burns,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;it doesn&amp;#8217;t mean you&amp;#8217;re gonna die.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You&amp;#8217;ve gotta get up and try and try and try.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://veltrice.tumblr.com/post/45845099377</link><guid>http://veltrice.tumblr.com/post/45845099377</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Mar 2013 01:47:00 +0800</pubDate><category>pink</category><category>lyrics</category><category>try</category><category>nevergiveup</category><category>thoughts</category><category>hope</category></item><item><title>Leave no stain behind.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;One day, I will disappear without a trace.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;No one would be able to find me. I will&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;escape to a foreign land; no one would&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;even know my identity.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Because, it&amp;#8217;s tiring living on a land where&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;memories flood like birds flocking&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;amidst their prey; I&amp;#8217;m tired of walking&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;into the many things that constantly&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;evokes all the painful memories.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So I shall escape.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And when I do, &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I will never leave a single clue.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://veltrice.tumblr.com/post/45607431546</link><guid>http://veltrice.tumblr.com/post/45607431546</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Mar 2013 03:23:00 +0800</pubDate><category>thoughts</category><category>personal</category><category>words</category><category>writing</category><category>veltrice</category><category>spilled ink</category></item><item><title>-blank-</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I don&amp;#8217;t know what&amp;#8217;s happening any longer.&lt;br/&gt;
And I&amp;#8217;m not feeling anything. I&amp;#8217;m just like&amp;#8230;okay. That&amp;#8217;s fine. Then I continue with my stuff and no longer care about anything.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;So what happened?&lt;br/&gt;
 I really don&amp;#8217;t know.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://veltrice.tumblr.com/post/45486494087</link><guid>http://veltrice.tumblr.com/post/45486494087</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Mar 2013 16:55:41 +0800</pubDate><category>life</category><category>words</category><category>writing</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>veltrice</category></item><item><title>Unpredictabilities. </title><description>&lt;p&gt;Maybe the unpredictability of life&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;just provides the slightest degree&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;of hope. Such drives you - drives you&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;to believe that some miracle might&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;happen.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;It makes you look forward&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;to the next minute. Then hour.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Then day. Then month… Years. &lt;br/&gt;
 &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Just thinking; hoping; wishing&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;that something special,&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;just might happen.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://veltrice.tumblr.com/post/45196467992</link><guid>http://veltrice.tumblr.com/post/45196467992</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Mar 2013 01:36:27 +0800</pubDate><category>life</category><category>unpredictable</category><category>writing</category><category>words</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>people</category><category>veltrice</category></item><item><title>Expectations.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I’m so tired.&lt;br/&gt;
So I no longer have expectations.&lt;br/&gt;
Because expectations lead to disappointments. And I hate being&lt;br/&gt;
disappointed.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;So I’ll lie low.&lt;br/&gt;
Because the ground will&lt;br/&gt;
always be levelled; and I&lt;br/&gt;
would no longer have to&lt;br/&gt;
experience what’s like to&lt;br/&gt;
fall from where I thought&lt;br/&gt;
was the safest place.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://veltrice.tumblr.com/post/45126495595</link><guid>http://veltrice.tumblr.com/post/45126495595</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Mar 2013 03:40:32 +0800</pubDate><category>expectations</category><category>writing</category><category>words</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>veltrice</category></item><item><title>Yes.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I have learnt to stop caring so much because it gets so tiring. If someone doesn’t even want to cherish the moments, I should too. It takes two hands to clap. And I soon lost my momentum trying to help get those beats through. I lost hope. But I tried. Tried hard to save everything. But then again, I got tired. So I no longer care. And I no longer would try. I don’t even feel apologetic. Because you were the reason why I stopped being who I initially was. And I’m sorry for not being sorry.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://veltrice.tumblr.com/post/44924340780</link><guid>http://veltrice.tumblr.com/post/44924340780</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Mar 2013 15:25:27 +0800</pubDate><category>tired</category><category>words</category><category>writing</category><category>life</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>veltrice</category></item><item><title>Music.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Music is something so phenomenal.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You can&amp;#8217;t even describe the significance&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;of every note until its dulcet tune lingers&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;through your hollow ears.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It&amp;#8217;s just so magical - like jingly bells&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;ringing; calming your nerves and &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;meticulously telling you that&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; life&amp;#8217;s beautiful and everything&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;would be perfectly fine. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://veltrice.tumblr.com/post/44699070236</link><guid>http://veltrice.tumblr.com/post/44699070236</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Mar 2013 18:31:00 +0800</pubDate><category>music</category><category>musicians</category><category>thoughts</category><category>personal</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>veltrice</category></item><item><title>People.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Everyone has bad vibes living within them.&lt;br/&gt;
Everyone. Even the purest person you know.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Everyone has this anger hidden within;&lt;br/&gt;
Certain vengeance waiting to be seen.&lt;br/&gt;
Because all in all, individuals are technically,&lt;br/&gt;
emotional creatures being thrown together, to make sense of what has been presented to each of them. And to act in a way that supports respective intentions.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;So there are no good or bad people. Truth is, we are all the same. It’s just the magnitude that withholds the bad - bringing out the good in an individual. But we are still bad people. Because, no one can be entirely good.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Then again, we are good people. Because, no one can be entirely bad.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;So the thing is. There is no good or bad people. There’s just the stereotypes that highlight the bad. And the recognitions that highlight the good. In the end, it’s just people making lives hard for other people.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;It is only when we learn to let go of the perception of what’s ideal that one would be able to judge the right from the wrong.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;But, society never understood.&lt;br/&gt;
And so we suffer.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://veltrice.tumblr.com/post/44470284491</link><guid>http://veltrice.tumblr.com/post/44470284491</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Mar 2013 02:22:53 +0800</pubDate><category>people</category><category>writing</category><category>words</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>veltrice</category></item><item><title>Thoughts.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Many a times, we think that life&amp;#8217;s harsh on us.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But we forget the magic that it has provided us&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;so far - people, friends, love ones.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So we should stop being a wet blanket&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;and perhaps start thinking about&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;how beautiful life really is.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Easier said than done?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Well - your mind&amp;#8217;s powerful.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And thus, the placebo effect.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;So, life&amp;#8217;s beautiful.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And you are happy.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Now, manifest that.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://veltrice.tumblr.com/post/44362627957</link><guid>http://veltrice.tumblr.com/post/44362627957</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Mar 2013 19:06:00 +0800</pubDate><category>personal</category><category>writing</category><category>words</category><category>life</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>veltrice</category></item><item><title>Faith.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Uncertainties make us fear.&lt;br/&gt;
Then we start doubting.&lt;br/&gt;
And eventually, nothing gets done.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;So hold your head high and&lt;br/&gt;
Promise not to fall to through&lt;br/&gt;
The holes of insecurity.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Because, I&amp;#8217;ll always be here for you. :)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://veltrice.tumblr.com/post/43497527864</link><guid>http://veltrice.tumblr.com/post/43497527864</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2013 02:24:13 +0800</pubDate><category>faith</category><category>writing</category><category>words</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>veltrice</category></item><item><title>Life.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Life&amp;#8217;s a playlist.&lt;br/&gt;
We are on shuffle.&lt;br/&gt;
We add friends like songs.&lt;br/&gt;
We delete fiends like songs.&lt;br/&gt;
We leave some alone though&lt;br/&gt;
Hoping we would like them, some day.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Then come this song that you can listen time and time again without wanting to delete it cause you just have so much connection and chemistry with it. People say it sucks. But you never cared, because it speaks what your soul desires.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Like how when you eventually find the one, it doesn&amp;#8217;t matter if he/she isn&amp;#8217;t the most physically attractive or popular individual. What matters is that chemistry - the chemistry that you&amp;#8217;ll never get sick of.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Like a song that understands what you feel; this individual ignites those sparks that you never knew. Like how you could sing the song along with its tune, this individual would never disappoint you.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Don&amp;#8217;t let social perceptions bother you, for life is bitterly short - so cherish well.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://veltrice.tumblr.com/post/43413450301</link><guid>http://veltrice.tumblr.com/post/43413450301</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Feb 2013 02:08:07 +0800</pubDate><category>people</category><category>writing</category><category>words</category><category>veltrice</category></item><item><title>Diary.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Life&amp;#8217;s been great so far. :)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Have been coping well.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Things are going smoothly.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m sure they&amp;#8217;ll just get better.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Because this is life -&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;and life&amp;#8217;s about fighting&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;for your own happiness.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://veltrice.tumblr.com/post/42673481547</link><guid>http://veltrice.tumblr.com/post/42673481547</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Feb 2013 00:55:07 +0800</pubDate><category>life</category><category>school</category><category>veltrice</category><category>personal</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>words</category><category>writing</category></item><item><title>I.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I’ve been busy.&lt;br/&gt;
I’m quite sad because&lt;br/&gt;
It denies me the opportunity to&lt;br/&gt;
Integrate my own &lt;br/&gt;
Interests into my own schedule.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I need a break from this&lt;br/&gt;
Incredulously tiring pace.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://veltrice.tumblr.com/post/42421736273</link><guid>http://veltrice.tumblr.com/post/42421736273</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Feb 2013 18:38:10 +0800</pubDate><category>words</category><category>writing</category><category>reality</category><category>school</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>veltrice</category></item><item><title>To the dear you.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Take my hand and count to ten,&lt;br/&gt;
Cause this life is filled with all those fears.&lt;br/&gt;
Count on me and I&amp;#8217;ll take you there,&lt;br/&gt;
So all those troubles would disappear.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Feel my trembles but don&amp;#8217;t doubt me,&lt;br/&gt;
For my little hands can do more than&lt;br/&gt;
What you have ever seen.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Take my hand and count to ten,&lt;br/&gt;
Cause we are about to eliminate those fears.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://veltrice.tumblr.com/post/42104172093</link><guid>http://veltrice.tumblr.com/post/42104172093</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Feb 2013 23:34:56 +0800</pubDate><category>writing</category><category>words</category><category>veltrice</category><category>spilled ink</category></item><item><title>Life&amp;#8217;s getting dreary.
But we shall push on push on.
Life&amp;#8217;s getting crazier.
But we...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Life&amp;#8217;s getting dreary.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But we shall push on push on.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Life&amp;#8217;s getting crazier.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But we shall ignore the pain;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;and try to celebrate the slighest&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;happiness. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://veltrice.tumblr.com/post/41581853927</link><guid>http://veltrice.tumblr.com/post/41581853927</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Jan 2013 12:33:28 +0800</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
