You don't need lucidity to find joy. Joy is where you decide to put your heart at. There's just something about words that I love, that works in sync with codes. Solituditary, writing, imagination. Those, are my favourites.
So hey. This is my blog. I love writing. The posts and titles here are inspired from real life world and experiences.
Typing about hurt doesn't make me a sadist.
Typing about heartbreaks doesnt mean im on post-break up denial.
Typing about love and crushes doesn't mean im in love.
Typing about death doesn't make me an emo kid.
We are all more in depth than the naked eye can see. I hate being ridiculed.
I think I won't be uploading as much photos here now that Facebook is available. Read on, comment, whatever.
Enjoy articulating or connecting my words with your life. Welcome.
So English paper was awesome just now, except that I missed a few crap. Dang. Paper 1's 2 hours was fully utilised. Not enough time really. And Paper 2 was casual, had enough time. Enough time to also pen down somethings that was in my head. Here goes the three posts up top.
Anyway, I was walking home just then and it was drizzling pretty badly. The cleaner lady of my block took the same lift as mine. She told me somethings and I could've sworn, her words brought warmth even though it was 2 degrees out there. Instantaneously after saying bye, I prayed for her. It's good to know precious gems are still living in our community.
