Saturday, June 02, 2012

QOTD


“It happens to everyone as they grow up. You find out who you are and what you want, and then you realize that people you’ve known forever don’t see things the way you do. So you keep the wonderful memories, but find yourself moving on.”

— Nicholas Sparks

Saturday, March 31, 2012

Taboo Bears



They're lookin sharp.

Thursday, March 29, 2012

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.

Friday, March 16, 2012

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 

Monday, March 12, 2012

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.

Wednesday, March 07, 2012

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.

Saturday, March 03, 2012

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.

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Oh No You Don't (Oh No I Don't)


Already feeling pretty ready to sleep. But it’s on this time of the night that I am as usual on my fave hang out sites, just to take a peek before heading to sleep. Next thing I know I’ve already spent three hours “taking a peek.”

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Friends... Who Aren't Really


Some people have a very loose attitude towards friendship. I’m not like that. When you are a friend, I must feel you are really one, or just someone who knows how to be friendly. When you start clinging, it’s fine I guess, but don’t go expecting much from me. I swear to you, you will not be able to depend on me for shit.

Also, us hanging out doesn’t mean we’re friends. Especially if I cannot hold any respect for you. Which could be because I cannot take your attitude, or behavior towards me or other people. Most especially if you keep disrespecting me. It's not cool, even if I act like it is.

Saturday, February 11, 2012

QOTD



I think I’m greedy, but I’m not greedy for money – I think that can be a burden – I’m greedy for an exciting life. I want it to be exciting all the time, and I get it, actually. On the other hand, I can find excitement, I admit, in raindrops falling on a puddle and a lot of people wouldn’t. I intend to have it exciting until the day I fall over.

David Hockney