Live curiously or die unknowingly.
Eric Soh
Everything exists, nothing has value.
Taken from A Passage To India by EM Forster.
The opposite of love isn’t hate. The opposite of love is indifference.
Ms. Salwa
Life never gives us what we want at the moment that we consider appropriate. Adventures do occur, but not punctually.
From A Passage To India by E. M. Forster.
The Story Behind The Link
It’s so interesting how an owner of a tumblog, such as this, puts so much effort into something no one actually cares about. They move around the characters, they figure out what exactly epitomizes not only them but also the possible things that would fill their blog, and most importantly, they try to find something that isn’t taken yet.
I had my fair share of horrible blog urls in the past, the first being sam-kitchen-blog or something of the like (Mind you, that was 5 years ago, when I was new to the sport of blogging and sharing my feelings online).
The next of these many unfortunately named blogs was c4b13314. Again, I must also note here that this blog was made maybe a few months after my maiden voyage into the online journaling world. I seriously have no idea what I was thinking at that time.
But that brings me to today. As seen, the url of this tumblog is simply my name without any spacings. Why choose this as a link? Well, this was simply because I decided that nothing could actually describe me better except for my name. That’s that.
† = ♥
To make something special, you just have to believe it’s special.
Mr. Ping from the movie Kung Fu Panda
Prose #1
As taken from my Mac’s dictionary:
prose |prōz|
noun
written or spoken language in its ordinary form, without metrical structure: a short story in prose | [ as modifier ] : a prose passage.
These posts will be just random short stories of possibly no relation to each other at all. Hopefully, this will be just the first of a few, or possibly many, proses to come. I hope you enjoy it!
Loneliness actually defines us.
Kevin Gian
Inspiration.
Inspiration does not come easily. Quite frankly, it is one of the most unattainable things for me to get at an instant. I cannot turn on the flow of inspiration to my head or get by creative juices flowing just getting high on liquids.
It takes a while. And by a while, I mean a LONG TIME. This possibly explains why the possible length of time it takes for me to formulate even just one simple blog post can be up to the weeks.
But when one gets such inspiration, work can be done in a snap. Literally. A snap. Possibly due to the fact that snaps might have actually been inspired by other snapping sounds and beings; but also quite possibly due to the fact that when one gets inspiration, it is very easy for one to lose it. Very quickly.
And I mean very, very quickly.
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