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i recently read herman's post on ava's questions challenge . i'm not very vocal on here, but since i was thinking of writing about new years, i thought i'd make a post doing this questionnaire. 1. Why did you make a blog in the first place? i've never been a journal keeping kinda person, as you probably can tell by the scarcity of posts on my blog. but i needed this, this place to just say how i…
last night, while walking in the neighbourhood park, i saw a cat sleeping on the wall below the trees, and suddenly i felt this weird warm feeling that i can't really explain. i was listening to the OST of "The Whisper of Heart" and suddenly realized i kinda liked being in that moment. the wind was soft, the and soft chants of the temple nearby, all seemed very.. simple. this blog has been more of…
when the man in the mirror looks at you, you see yourself, but are you sure do ? 'cause i see what they think, but i see two, he smiles at me, but i don't think i do. he laughs, he winks, he tucks his shirt, he looks at me, dumbstruck at first. but his smile dies dowm, when he sees the mark, the eye, that's red, with tears, and a bit more dark. i touch the mirror, he touches it too, i hope you're…
do you ever think we've overengineered clocks ? a simple machine, meant to show time, but we want it to do everything, wake us when we want, tell us the day and date, sometimes weather, and sometimes, even voice assistance. my mum asked today, whether i wanted a bigger, digital clock for my room, and when i said no, she said, why don't you want better things ? i couldn't really answer her in that…
thing is i've been learning to live, like we all do. as children, we grow up and start spending time on things that interest us, like trades or internet or reading novels. growing up, i tried to suppress these, for things that were told to be more; something that would make parents smile, to the point that i still feel weird admitting that i didn't want to choose the path i did. but alas, there…
it's a new year, but it doesn't feel new, per se. people are the same, and so am i. i would always wonder why people were so passionate about dates as a kid, but now that i can slightly understand, it's because people want a "reset", so to speak. like a do-over, or a clean slate, so they can ignore all their mistakes and start afresh, like kids do every new academic year. but is it, a clean slate…
i don't know how to start. i don't really like talking, because i am afraid of being wrong, nothing else. everytime i talk, i feel uncomfortable because i think people will start knowing me, and expecting things they expect from a normal person, but when i keep silent, i feel like i'm in control of my narrative. have you ever felt the stare ? when you feel like everything you do, people will see…