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.
It would be held at the make-believe home, during night time. There'll be Christmas lights draped across the length of the fence. There'll be rainbow carpet that leads the way to the back of the wall. There'll be sharing of white chocolate instead of a wedding cake. There'll be Chrysanthemum Tea instead of wine. There'll be rings made out of folded paper. There'll be no wedding songs but sounds of the cars wheezing along the roads that plays the soundtrack. Witnessed by the full moon, there'll be writing of vows on a post-it. There'll be smiles, giggles and gazes until.... ....you may kiss the bride.
