The Strangest Stranger

"You’ve (d)evolved from being just a recurring memory to a constant thought and seeing how you can..."

Wed, 22 May 2013 17:11:32 +0800

“You’ve (d)evolved from being just a recurring memory to a constant thought and seeing how you can potentially lead into action scares me.”

- The Strangest Stranger, Always the coward

"Smile. I always find the world half a shade brighter when you do."

Fri, 17 May 2013 10:46:04 +0800

“Smile. I always find the world half a shade brighter when you do.”

- The Strangest Stranger, too optimistic for someone pessimistic

"Sometimes, when one is moving silently through such an utterly desolate landscape, an overwhelming..."

Tue, 14 May 2013 20:34:26 +0800

“Sometimes, when one is moving silently through such an utterly desolate landscape, an overwhelming hallucination can make one feel that oneself, as an individual human being, is slowly being unraveled. The surrounding space is so vast that it becomes increasingly difficult to keep a balanced grip on one’s own being. The mind swells out to fill the entire landscape, becoming so diffuse in the process that one loses the ability to keep it fastened to the physical self. The sun would rise from the eastern horizon, and cut it’s way across the empty sky, and sink below the western horizon. This was the only perceptible change in our surroundings. And in the movement of the sun, I felt something I hardly know how to name: some huge, cosmic love.”

- Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

This heart is burning up~

Tue, 07 May 2013 12:58:41 +0800

This heart is burning up~

urhajos: BIG BANG KISS by *lora-zombie

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 18:32:45 +0800

urhajos:

BIG BANG KISS by *lora-zombie

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Tue, 23 Apr 2013 20:37:55 +0800

After the holy week, I went straight to all the pile of work...

Thu, 11 Apr 2013 19:58:00 +0800

After the holy week, I went straight to all the pile of work that I left behind. Little did I know that in that pile of work was something that did not belong. An unexpected-expected package from Shelby. And until now, I can’t imagine any words except those of overwhelming gratitude. Until now, I am drowning in deep awe when I saw what was inside.

I hope to make it up to you sometime soon, dear. [:

(This prints came just in time for my new room. XD)

Can you be so brave to come with me? Against the raging waves of...

Sat, 06 Apr 2013 21:02:21 +0800

Can you be so brave to come with me?

Against the raging waves of the angry sea?

Against the vast unknown infinity?

Let’s forget about the world, just you and me.

by Ate Tel (I found this poem brilliantly written. We (me + a...

Fri, 05 Apr 2013 21:27:05 +0800

by Ate Tel

(I found this poem brilliantly written. We (me + a close buddy) almost planned to steal this away from the tent during the exhibit. Turns out, the author was also a friend of mine. This piece means a lot to me and it would make me a selfish bastard to keep this from you guys.)

She is and I am not.

Fri, 05 Apr 2013 12:36:05 +0800

mattsjustaroundthecorner:

She is poetry;
ethereal no matter
how many times
I try to understand
this metaphor with
a beating heart.

I may never will—
still I read on
her verses and
difinitive line breaks
even when I am
not a poet myself.

When I can never
deny she was
written so hauntingly
beautiful.

Giveaway: Signed copy of Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children

Mon, 11 Mar 2013 08:23:09 +0800

filmsandreveries:

Hi guys! It’s been a week since the amazing author of Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children, Ransom Riggs, had his book signing. As you may or may not know, I had two copies signed. So as a book lover who wants to share books with other book lovers too (okay i’m so repetitive), I’m doing a giveaway!

The main prize is, of course, a signed copy of Miss Peregrine’s Home For Peculiar Children:

Also, since this is my first ever give away (and i want it to be real grand), I’m throwing these in too:

Bell Howell film camera for film junkies

Print/Bookmark with my favorite quote from the book

The mechanics on how to join the giveaway is shown in the widget. Go here!!!

Giveaway will end in two weeks. Last day of sending in your entries is on March 24, 2013. Winners will be announced the day after! I hope you guys, join! ♥

Now this is a giveaway worth winning. I love everything on stake here. [: I know the world is not a wish granting factory (according to J.G.) but for once, pretty please, Universe?

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Mon, 04 Mar 2013 21:54:49 +0800

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Sun, 03 Mar 2013 21:53:11 +0800

ESCAPE COSMIC MADNESS Lalakeng magubat ang buhok by Moi...

Fri, 01 Mar 2013 15:02:08 +0800

ESCAPE COSMIC MADNESS

Lalakeng magubat ang buhok by Moi

Background images:
Galaxy III by Pauline Moss
Space Texture by AJ Dimarucot

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Thu, 28 Feb 2013 22:27:37 +0800

Popeye and Olive (vector illustration) I do not own the...

Sun, 24 Feb 2013 17:36:46 +0800

Popeye and Olive (vector illustration)

I do not own the characters (obviously). And yes, I did use a reference photo found on Google. :)

Apparently I was a wee bit nuts two years and almost-six months...

Sat, 23 Feb 2013 19:16:15 +0800

Apparently I was a wee bit nuts two years and almost-six months ago.

Points to consider:

1. What the hell was that message all about? I can’t friggin’ remember!

2. I still stand firm on the sensory adaptation part but

3. I seem to argue against the concept of wasted time now.

Good morning, Friday. insert satisfying big grin here

Fri, 22 Feb 2013 08:28:22 +0800

Good morning, Friday. *insert satisfying big grin here*

Dear Stranger,

Thu, 21 Feb 2013 18:39:00 +0800

I tried to tell them. I swear I tried. But the words were just stuck there. Stubborn as always. So when words fail me, I let my actions do all the talking. Turns out, I’m not an effective actor either.

But I need to let you know what I can’t tell them. I need to let someone know.

Know that I can’t stay here any longer. There’s too much history. Too many unresolved issues. Too much going on here and there. Too much silence. Too much whispers. Too much of who I am, forgotten for what we were.

It’s just… too much for me.

This has been my reality for so long that I can’t even remember dreaming. I can’t remember if I ever had those hazy mornings when I dragged my lazy ass out of bed to face today’s mess with a smile from my pseudo perfect dream. And it bothers me that I can’t even fall asleep now. I just stare at the void.

Not wanting to be found.

Not waiting to be saved.

BUT I see now what I was so blinded to see then. That she was never the refuge from of the light that burned me. She was light. With her, I cast behind me shadows I do not recognize. Shadows that follow me even to the depths of my sanity.

Have I told you how my soul have grown weary and tired from all of these? And have I told you that I am stepping out of the light that only seeks to shine upon the imperfection and the cracks, the stains and the scars?

Nobody bothered to ask me to stay. I guess, nobody anticipated me leaving. But I’m not looking forward to staying, either.

I am no puppet master but I weave the strings that will pull...

Thu, 21 Feb 2013 14:40:51 +0800

I am no puppet master but I weave the strings that will pull life out from the slums of a dark past.