Windy Whistle



I’m terrified of living a boring life that I’m not living at all. Somehow, down the line I stop taking chances and now I’m living a damn routine. I just want someone to save me…to show me a way out.

It happened again.
That want need to break away from this normalcy, this mundane routine of our species.
I simply cannot.

I pondered life again and how all of us are now stuck in this cycle unless we decide to do something against this.
Sometimes in the back seat or in the train, I'd observe those around me
and how much I do not want to be like them.
Those office bound, white-collared servants and slaves,
confined to that cubicle and eyes daily strained in front of the lit up screen-
and we all know how much they depend on coffee.



I yearn for the countryside.
The beautiful vast meadows and the everlasting eye orgasmic scenery.
The wonders of nature abounds everywhere-
and little tiny creatures one rarely gets to see in cities become your friends.
I'd run for miles and miles
and stay outdoors for hours.
And maybe for a first time in a long time-
I'll finally laugh and be hopeful again.

My fantasy may seem far fetch,
but trust me, it serves as a wonderful escape from this dreadful reality.

In Poppy Austen's Eyes.




Thank you, thank you- thank you.
I've discovered what purpose the 'pink bow' book shall serve me.
I've got this little secret I'd love to share with you,
but please ask me about it or I shall forget.
Simply state 'Virtually Interesting People' and hopefully that will jolt my memory.

But thank you, again.
The gift was very much unexpected
but a letter says otherwise.

I look forward to our discussions again.
Life and all it holds- I await.

fate and realization.




I don't know why it took me this long to plainly acknowledge this fact.

My life is simply constant. Or currently, at the moment, constant.
As in no change whatsoever, or nothing to update on.

Last time, I declared this to a dear friend,
Fate decided I was a whiny prick and gave me another exam to sit for (oh, the horror!).

Case in point, Austen and I were talking yesterday
and she told me she had not one, but several platonics.
And when she asked me the simple 'What's new with you' question,
I simply said 'Oh, nothing. You know me.'

Really. Really.
I am shaking my head at how disappointingly mundane I just made myself sound.
Maybe because I think a BIG thing that's worth sharing about has to be about
change in one's status, friends etc.
People tend to come up to me with new happenings in their life
and all I got is:
"Oh, what's new with me? Well, I updated my blog just yesterday."
I need to put more effort into answering this question.

Fate, if you are reading this,
please note I am not complaining about how dull my life is.
My life is not dull. Not at this point in time.
Most definitely not while I do not get to sleep in any longer.
So do not throw another obstacle in my way, please.
I am still recovering.


Aloha June.




College assignments have left me lacking of creative writing juice.
Gah, even the sentence above lacks proper grammatical structure.
Oh I hope this is merely temporary.

I wanted to do a post on things I like;
things that please me aesthetically.
Oh, all the beautiful, the haunting, the admirable, the amazing,
the pleasing, the enchanting, queer things I like that make me me.
It would be such a pleasing post-
filled with descriptive phrases and complementing pictures.
Oh, if only.

The duplicated darlings were in the newspaper the other day!
Oh you have no idea how immensely but yet surprisingly cheerful I felt.
Simply to see a mere page dedicated to the dear redheads.
Why I find them attractive I cannot explain.
Strange how the human mind works, ain't it.

I'll see you soon- I promise not to abandon you.
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