once you told me of this little miss. this one adorable woman-child. you spoke of how when she laughed rainbows filled the sky and she danced amongst moonbeams to melodies trapped in her head. you described how her eyes shone like the last sliver of sunset on a sunday evening. i could only imagine this [...]
so i turned a year older some time last week. it always seems a little preposterous that this day is supposed to be some climax/culmination of a whole year’s worth of personal and professional growth. i didn’t feel particularly grown-up last week as compared to the previous 364 days. and after my midnight antics, i [...]
i am reading this blog i kept about yen. yes, of course it was a secret blog. it was all the rage back then, dahling. now, we’d rather die than be anonymous. and, no, i didn’t quite much fancy the world reading about how i was was steadily losing both sanity and dignity. i was [...]
Memories are cheap novellas; simultaneously aspiring and failing. The past is a sterile, cold thing that you can never hope to immerse yourself in. You recite a second, third, fourth-hand account of an event you attended in another lifetime. Continue on and soon your nose is growing, a year becomes an eon and you’re muttering [...]
i really really really need some retail therapy. and not the surfing-from-home-ogling-everything type. i need some clothing which isn’t so damn typically me. sayang, can we go shopping soon? :(
i’ve done it. and so the countdown begins. 55 days to self-destruction. xxx
i decided on boundaries the moment i locked down on some random domain name under which to host these mou liu posts. not very meaningful ones at that, i’ll be the first to agree. but satisfying to a certain degree. no more real personal posts. sure there can be long rambling emotional outbursts with no [...]
it’s been almost 2 years, but sometimes it’s as if i never managed to get past the third step. i’ve already brushed off the many instances of denial. i’m grateful that i still remember. while other ‘important’ memories have been relegated into overly-simplistic bite-sized pieces, you still live in my head. and sometimes, i like [...]
i wonder when my writing became so sterile and boring. i blame it all on all the brain-numbing btl items i’ve ever had the bad luck to write for. or maybe it’s simply because this is so forced. the domain purchase has been made so the only logical thing is to fill it up. probably [...]