I freak out when put in the middle, front, or behind a crowd. I lightly palpate, lightly lose my mind, and lightly wanna die. I hate the crowd, the noise, the endless flow of energy, the buzzing sound of collective whispers, the heat, the suffocation. But more than that, I hate everyone’s indifference of other person’s vulnerability. I hate the feeling of getting mindlessly squished by strangers. I hate that.
I am in love with sunsets, and full moons, and new moons. They calm and excite me, both at the same moment. I see them and I wish I have the perfect camera to capture it, or the perfect words to encapsulate its beauty. In the vastness of heaven exist such miracles, and such beauty exists only for a limited time. It makes me wonder, Why do beautiful things leave earlier than the dreadful ones?
I am a bookworm. A self-proclaimed one, that is. :) I read Hunger Games series, Paolo Coelho’s masterpieces (still my favorite), The Giver quartet (my other favorite), chick-flick novels, mysteries, poetry books, Bob Ong, Aidan Chambers, and many other stuff that I hated and loved. One day, I’ll own a library filled with beautiful words bound in every shelf.
I came from a blood-line of artists and musicians. The great generation ended with my parents, I guess. :D
I own an SLR (vintage, yes), a ukulele, a crappy laptop, an Android phone, a pocket Wifi, a notebook filled with high-school poems, and tons of books.
SO, yeah.. that sums up my life. :)
I’d love to hear yours, too! Read some of my posts, comment, and let’s go exchange some thoughts. See you around!