I've long self-diagnosed myself with hypergraphia - the overwhelming, compulsive urge to write.
My writing patterns as an adult mimic my writing patterns as a child - where I once kept multiple diaries and secret journals with pen and pencil to paper, I now log in and type out my thoughts or advice on various online platforms. The only difference now is that I no longer look over my shoulders to see whether my mother is reading my musings or not without my permission.
I'm not deluded enough to believe any of what I write is brilliant - not in the least. Half of the time, it doesn't even make much sense, and the paragraphs are often riddled with tangential overtures. To be honest, they're generally mental, internal ramblings that I desperately need to get out of my system. Sometimes, it's because it's, well, yugen.
But most of the time, I write to capture it all, and to look back on what once was and what could be or what could have been. Isn't that the goal of many writers and bloggers these days, in this digital age? To keep record; to keep tabs? And, more so than to remember, to not be forgotten?
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Neglect.
I've completely neglected this here blog. But I don't know how to come back to it.
It's like asking for forgiveness, without having a clue whether you'll actually receive it or not.
It's like asking for forgiveness, without having a clue whether you'll actually receive it or not.
Monday, June 4, 2012
2046: "Why can't it be like before?"
I'm still not sure if it was the combination of hormones and too much wine that night, but watching Wong Kar-Wai's 2046 not too long ago left me feeling emotionally hollow and melancholic in the best way possible, even long after the credits had finished rolling.
A bit choppy, a lot moody -- but the film's cinematography and costumes were superb and seductive, heightened by the right amount and timing dialogue and music. The movie is actually a sequel to In the Mood for Love, which the interwebs tell me is just as beautiful a film as its second sibling, if not moreso.
Lost love and regret are themes that have been chopped up, cooked up, and served to the masses in a different million ways before, but somehow the characters of 2046 and their struggles resonated with me so much more deeply, as if I had never known pain before and their suffering were just as much as my own for the very first time.
Thursday, May 17, 2012
He proposed.
And lucky, lucky me. I get to hold on to those amazing million little moments, again and again and again.
Labels:
beauty,
beginnings,
change,
dreams,
for the love of books,
happiness,
life,
love,
Manfriend,
memories,
pretty things,
reading,
stories,
the little things
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Reliving your glory days.
I recently got to "redo" my prom experience, thanks to my company.
Labels:
adventures,
famous people,
special events
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