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.
I remember when I was younger, Nina and I were really close. We would sleep together on a mattress at night. I remember each time when I couldn't sleep, I'd quietly wake her up and pleaded her to tell me stories. It was because I wa afraid monsters would eat me up if I stay up alone. Nina was never pissed off of having her sleep disturbed. She would lie down with me closer to my side and tell her lovely stories. About school too, sometimes. There was once when she was really tired and I woke her up. Instead of being cheesed off, she told me to close my eyes and tell me it'll be alright and that I'd fall asleep eventually. She didn't tell me any stories but I did fell asleep eventually.