although we didn't make the most out of this trip, but i truly enjoyed every bit of it. thank you for giving me an unforgettable memory to keep.

happy anniversary, my dearest husband

Labels: Lifestyle, Travel

Labels: Lifestyle

"There's an electricity in the moon. A pulse, a magic, an energy. A bewitching entrancement unlike that of the sun.

The moon is for things unseen, things done in the shadows and beneath the fog. Under bridges and beneath bed sheets — it's for wild hearts and unconcerned minds. It's where plans are made in dark alleyways and secrets revealed under the soft haze of light coming through the cracks of closed shutters.

It's when fugitives escape and kids run away. It's when girls lose their virginities on torn leather seats and boys get into trouble. It's when the suffering take their lives and the lonely seek comfort. It's when we fall in love — that passion, all-consuming, purposeful love that always looks a little different in the light of day.

It's by night that we see our true desires. We reflect on our moments of unhappiness and those yearnings that are momentarily blinded by the sun. It's when we become poets and philosophers, martyrs and murderers.

It's when we form regrets of days past and that profound hatred for those who hurt us. It's when we choke on our tears through deep sobs that can only pour onto dark pillowcases.

The night is for passion. It's for fanaticism, romance and trouble. It's when your most tender, authentic and suppressed sides come out to play under the nonjudgmental eyes of the stars. It's for all those things you could never dream of doing by day, under the watchful eyes of the sun."

— Lauren Martin

Labels: Lifestyle, Uncategorized

all i could wish for was to have my journal in the bag.

Labels: Lifestyle

as i read all the posts and notes i have written when i was still the dreamy person everybody had known, i realized i'm no longer the person i used to be anymore. these days, i get mocked and judged so often by the people outside of my circle for being artistic and dreamy. it didn't occur to me in my entire life that i will second doubt who i really am and seek reassurance constantly by telling the people around me how i love to dream, how these dreams will eventually turn into inspirations that prompt me artistically, what i like doing and what defined me in a way that people known me for. and even though i did this way often than i initially thought i would, it still didn't quite convince me to believe that i'm still the person i am two years ago, which is when my passion burned the brightest, my dreams shined the shiniest.

i forgot how to put my thoughts into verbal form, more so when i forgot what it was like to feel inspired. the daily routine of writing has suddenly turned into a rare occasion, a chore i didn't wish to loathe. words didn't flow the way they used to while ideas refused to emerge. life's just so ironic. how in the world can i trade my utmost passion for something that might not work out in the end? the loud voice in my head had slipped off too quietly. i'm intimidated by the thought of being detached completely from the world i worked so hard to be in. today as i sit here in the idyllic night trying to figure out this messed up life, i realized i've lost my muses, inspirations and myself, altogether.

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