Truth.

This might as well came from me.

(via postsecret)



One week left, but this hasn't working out well as of late. Technology has been more of a disturbance than a stimulant for some creative output. For some brain power. Darting back and forth between Tumblr and LiveJournal, I've lost every sense of understanding that I barely had to begin with. The more you know, the more you don't and all that. Sure, the input has been crazy overwhelming. The coding processes, however, has been somewhat stuck on replay with no improbable results.

I need to write more. So I'm swearing off the two social networking sites in a while. Too character constricting. Words getting taken out of context.


Don't worry if you have no idea what I'm talking about, that's how I know I'm on the right track. It's all still a work in progress.




- m.

I like surprises.

So I tend to downplay things. Matters. Events. That way, everything surprises me. Every people, every way possible. It's a cheap surge of adrenaline rush, but I'm a helpless junkie. And today, oh boy, today, I was high.

And extremely emotional :') thank you thank you thank you.



- m.

It's completely absurd

to think that a person can regret something that once made them laugh. How something that made someone so happy suddenly be a really bad thing. Stop fooling yourself into basing past events on your current feelings. Regardless if things have changed now, that's the funny thing about the past; it stays the same.

I don't even know. I can't. Think. It's as if I've been stuck in a limbo these past two days. Need stimulation!



- m.

The dreams in which I'm dying

are the best I've ever had.

There's a dip in my mattress from where I've been sitting, cross-legged since morning, contemplating still about the meaning of this movie. Tangent Universe story arc aside, how far would you go to save the ones you truly care for?

I can only hope that the answers will come to me in my sleep. That the only way to come across such events is by dreaming. That... if things don't go the way it's planned, at least I have the chance to wake up.

I can wake up.


- m.

Happy Chinese New Year!

My neighbourhood's strangely quiet tonight.

Spent the whole day reading A Study in Scarlet, and repeatedly heaping mom's homemade mac n cheese onto my plate. Hah, cleansing month is becoming more of an eating month. I approve! And I expect cake next week. And hopefully the week after. Yepp, love me some cake.

Watching Donnie Darko later. Figures if I can't handle this movie, there's no way I can handle Gregg Araki's trilogy I have planned for next week.

Suffice to say, it's also very dark in this room.

... this'll be interesting.

I take back what I said about this neighbourhood's being strangely quiet. The kabooming has commenced.


- m.

Refills, please.

A little more than two weeks without meeting any of my One Fifty, and I'll get extremely agitated. I'm not asking for much; just maybe a movie and lunch?

By the way, a year and one hundred and sixty-four yards between us, and  I could still recognize your voice. I bet I can still find your face in the crowd as well.


- m.

A clean slate.

I need to get into the habit of writing down everything again, for my sake. February is cleansing month, you guys. Expect 2 a.m. nostalgias.


- m.