Confetti ♡

Hi… It’s me, Mizu.

I’ve been wondering for sooooo long, how should I use my Confetti’s menu in this Blog.
Because I’ve had so many things that I think I wanna share with you (anyone out there who might have the same idea for killing some times or just simply want to fight depression –like me).

Well, first.. I want you to know that I’m a self-taught crocheter & knitter. And also any kind of craft-things.
I can do any kind of magic but had so little times on my hands.

Also, I loved to be a succulent farmer.
Succulent is fun..

I do loves animals (any kind of animals).

And I think those are things that I should put under my Confetti’s tab…

You can easily find my stuff on my instagram or find me anywhere (like pinterest, craftsy, etc.. etc..), because i’ve no where to hide anyway. Hehe..

I hope you can enjoy my Confetti’s ♡♡

 

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3 years ago.. today.

Sure I’ve changed a lot.

But my thought is still the same.
— that’s when i know, i am still the same “me” on the inside.

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I wish I can start my life all over again, thinking that I’ve made too many mistake on the past.
Thinking that, “What’s the purpose of my life?” back then..
And what’s the purpose I’m trying to achieve right now?

It’s like walking to the door step, and stop there..

They said I need to stop thinking too much, but if i stop thinking, what should i do with my life?

I don’t believe “life” as a gift, because we live and make sin. And we pray for forgiveness, but we’re doing that same mistake over and over again..

I can no longer relate to the “what’s wrong?” question.
Just tell me what’s right when everything went wrong…

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Never act as if you’re the victim; because you’re not.

You only forget the whole story from the very beginning.

 

And nor I am a victim. Never again.
— Because i know the pain. And I learn to accept my corrupted mind since the very beginning.

 

“What is life?
It is the flash of a firefly in the night.
It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime.
It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and losses itself in the sunset.”

(Crowfoot, Blackfoot warrior and orator, 1890)

Then you ask what is life for me…?
Mostly it’s just like I forget how to breath…