I lost my cat. It’s been 2 days. I thought I would write this now, hoping that I can release even a tiny bit of pain (though I believe I will hold on to it for the rest of my life because I deserve it). I just really want to write it down, feel the … Continue reading i am so sorry
It's been almost a week since I saw how my grandmother's memory lapsed. My aunt asked me to check on lola because she feels "different" last Wednesday night. She said lola seemed to start losing her grip, and her speech was different. It was indeed different. I went to the their house like usual, I … Continue reading memory lapse and mild stroke
And to sum up the month, I want to share the things I have been loving since the year started. Yes, I am bringing back my Monthly Favorites (and Discoveries this time) – but I want to focus more on the immaterial stuff and artistry plane of things (mostly because I’m not yet financially stable to buy stuff again and do hauls, lol).
I always wonder how I started to become a fan. I am a fan of a lot of things; it is just part of who I am. Thinking back, it all probably started in sports even before I become all avid with different music fandoms. My father loves watching basketball in particular. I am introduced … Continue reading #RIPMAMBA | So long, Kobe
After a couple of cancelled plans and whatnot last year, I was finally able to meet up with Machi! So, I have stories to share with you, yaaay!
Another take I have here as to why it is discomforting is the fact that the whole music video is the human psyche. These shadows are our own darkest thoughts that cage us; that make us feel suffocated; that hold us down. And maybe, just maybe, these phones are our own mind trying to capture every single detail that we do or think, so later on, we can rewind what has happened. It is when the overthinking comes in. We overthink every word said or left hanging; every body language that might not even mean anything. We are our own worst critic. SUGA did not just let us in inside his own mind; he also led us to our own.
This book is the perfect blend of poetic and romantic. It’s been so long since I’ve read a poetry book that is poetic (if that makes sense). Some modern poems do not have the appeal of old, classic pieces – they are more of a “quotable quote” for me than an actual poetry. But Ollie still has that charm in her works. Her style is a mixture of rhythmic and metaphoric. I really enjoyed reading the whole thing. It is very creative. Now, onto the details…
We miss out on a lot of things, but I also think we build some in other aspects of life. We just can’t really have it all. It is hard to make peace with it, but maybe in time, we will. It is about embracing the choices we make in this life, and then, make the most out of it, amirite?