does first impression last?

personality type test

With this, I believe first impression lasts, given that some of my friends still remember. Maybe, firsts are really instilled in our brain hard. Though, I also believe that not all first impressions matter in the long run, especially when it's not the real you. Maybe the first impression says so much about the one taking us in instead of us coming off as something.

Time and Tides

And somehow, time seems to be timeless.

an email – a reminder to blog?

blogging

I just mentioned on my previous post that I lost the will to blog, but I got an email about my current plan. This year is my 5th year blogging (not that I've been doing it consistently the first 3 years). I asked myself if it is still worth it to renew. Will I lose… Continue reading an email – a reminder to blog?

What Do You Do When You Lose the Will to Blog?

Before, I really make time for this. No excuses. I will write anything, but maybe that’s when I lost it. I just write, without a purpose. I just write to release. While that is a purpose in itself, it only benefits me. It is different reaching out to people and have your words make its impact, touching other’s heartstrings. I lost that magic, I believe. So maybe—just maybe—I am discouraged? I want my writings to be useful if you know what I mean.

Astrology: A Tool Not a Belief System

It is also when the thought of co-creating comes to mind. I believe in Amor Fati so much—the things we can control and the things we can’t. We co-create this life we have. Sure, there’s ‘God-will’ but also free will. Nothing is absolute.

How Writing Stories Changed Me as a Reader

how to write a story

Stories are never my forte. I still believe poetry and blogging are what I’m best at. In poems, I don’t have to build characters and plot—I just follow my heart. In blogging, I just casually talk to you—like writing in a diary. Creating an entire world of your own, characters, settings, main and side stories, well, it’s SO hard.

Outro: Crack | my thoughts in its rawest form

i'm back to blue side

Blogmas #2: Why?

Why do we cry alone? Why don't we reach out when we're sad and then wonder why we feel lonely? Why do we deny ourselves of comfort and companion and wonder why we are never in a deep relationship with people—soul to soul?