IT IS

I won’t ask WHY, or HOW or WHEN. You wouldn’t even know the answer, and either do I. It just simply IS.

Even to yourself, you might deny it, as I do. But I’m certain… it is what it is.

Feeling Stupid

Sometimes I just feel so stupid for trying to... get attention.

What’s worse is that the realization comes too late.

 

Pink and Perky

I am not a fan of pink (the color). My favorite color is turquoise blue/green. And yet I wonder why I like my blog to look pinky-winky like it is now. What’s worse is the contents of my walk-in-closet…it glows in pink! (T_T) Are these signs? I’m still in denial.

Anyway, I feel kind of perky today. Like I had some caffeine shots. A lot of things are gushing out of my imagination.  I wish I could have more time to think and float and do what I want to do.

Photo taken at Tokyo, Japan

Headache and Losing Focus

I feel so tired today. It’s more of an emotional/mental than physical pain. I wish I could just disappear for a while and return when things are not this frustrating.

Photo taken at Chinese Garden, Singapore

Obsession Confession

When I'm bored, I feel like I need to do something. I can't stay idle for a long time!

My hands search for something to touch, to hold.

My eyes are eager to see colors... various colors in contrast. Undying and mad. Staring back at me like stargazers do to the stars. I become alive.

My senses direct me and I let it all flow... the ink finds its way to the blank piece of white ruled paper and I'm out of control.

My soul is satiated...yet I long for more...

A Letter to No One #001

I love silence. 

All alone in my room, no sound of television or radio. No iPod playing. Just the bare silence of the room seems to become my sanctuary. Even the faintest of sound explodes like dynamite in my world’s absolute silence. I become sensitive to everything around me. I remember and forget things at the same time. I rejoice, I cry, I panic. 

All in silence.

Queer.

 

Due to personal reasons, I decided not to post anything on my facebook status from now on. My silence is my light and my dark.

Contemplating on the Soul

What does make up a soul?

Is it shapeless?

Formless?

It seems like it is virtually composed of nothing, yet it’s the entire essence of our being.