my reading on hiatus

that’s just it. life happens, therefore my reading is on hiatus. i am reading a 300-page crime fiction book for almost a week now, i am halfway through but then it’s as if i haven’t been reading at all. i don’t know who those characters are. i don’t like reading like that so i decided not to read altogether until everything in my life is under control.

i will be moving to another country and it is such a big phase in my life that i can’t think of anything else. i will be back soon though, especially now that i am loving how my blog looks like. haha!

xoxo cherie

of silence and of stars

i think that i’m going to regret not moving out when i had the chance. it’s going to be one of those things that i’m going to be thinking about for the rest of my life.

the unhappiness emptiness is already starting and i’m afraid that it’s going to be digging a hole in my heart.

what i hate the most is not being able to do anything anymore. i’m moving soon, to another country, to be with my husband. and i am never going to be able to have that chance ever again.

it’s painful, not being able to do anything.




I like drinking coffee alone, and reading alone.

I like riding the bus alone, and walking home alone.

It gives me time to think, and set my mind free.

I like eating alone, and listening to music alone.

But when I see a mother with her child;

A girl with her lover;

Or a friend laughing with their best friend;

I realize that even though I like being alone

I don’t fancy being lonely.