Taboo Bears

They're lookin sharp.

by MKC at 7:09 PM 0 comments

Felt Dead

Suddenly got back to coding since our game requirement. But then it didn’t last long. Now I remember why I hated it. “Coding is a way of life,” you say. More like a dead way of life.

I feel like I’m wasting my time coding on/for machines. Like, even if I get it done, it doesn’t feel like an achievement. It really only gets to me after having spent “too long” working on something.

by MKC at 11:19 PM 0 comments

QOTD

You know when, sometimes you meet someone so beautiful, and then you actually talk to them and five minutes later, they’re as dull as a brick? Then there’s other people, and you meet them and you think, ‘Not bad; they’re okay.’ And then you get to know them, and their face sort of becomes them, like their personality is written all over it. And they just turn into something so beautiful.

Amelia Pond 

by MKC at 11:55 PM 0 comments

Early Good Writers

Did all the writers before read a lot of books? I would think a good lot of them would not trust reading others’ pieces in fear of contaminating their own style. And I bet those real good writers just were innately good at whatever they were doing.

I'm not saying I'm against reading, but I just want to give credit to natural talent. Some people are just more in touch with expression through words. And some become more eloquent from reading more than others. Anyway, I also think it would be a mistake to assume anyone who has read a lot would immediately make a him or her admirable.

by MKC at 11:00 PM 0 comments

Hum Cryptic

I miss being inspired. There’s something about it that stirs up things inside of you urging your emotions to come out and pushing you to do things you wouldn’t usually do — things that no matter how ugly could still be beautiful in the same way the roots that caused it are.

I’m a blank head these days. Nothing good can come out. I could babble on and on about random things and it wouldn’t have any meaning. Not to me. I can’t blame that it’s not the right time of the night. There’s just really nothing remarkable happening. Not when I’m always avoiding it.

by MKC at 12:04 AM 0 comments

A Desire.

I don't want to live in a small world. I want to be able to live anonymously in a large city, get lost among the countless people there, who are equally anonymous but living their lives. I want to be surrounded by good people, who are on top of the world with their culture. I want a large availability of things to do wherever I am. I don't want restrictions. I don't want to be watched. I don't want to be judged. Contradictory to all this, I want to be surrounded by people who make me happy, people I love, people who matter to me, people who know me well. I want to be in my comfort zone, my element, and these could all be it. I want to live.

Sometimes I get too disappointed by my own country.

by MKC at 1:08 AM 0 comments