Saturday, 14 December 2013


oh santa!

"i swear i've been good all year long"

blue is the warmest color : pre-watch

so i was going to brows through a particular torrent site, coz, you know, not downloading anything kinda fill me with dread.

anyway, the first page, i came across a movie titled 'blue is the warmest colour' and 20% of me is sold. 

then i watched the trailer. it's actually a french movie! another 20% sold. coz i'm quite a francophile. haha.

and i quite liked the story. coming of age stories never fail to tear me up. especially when it's dealing with lgbtq issues. 





Friday, 13 December 2013

Saturday, 7 December 2013

eleanor & park : my thoughts

after Lolita (which is to me, quite a heavy read), i wanted something light, so i chose to read Eleanor & Park. it's a YA (young adult) fiction that i guess from the title, revolves around two characters, eleanor and park. ha. talking about the obvious.

anyway, from the first page, i was hooked. i mean, HOOKED with capital letters. i finished reading within a day. 5 hours tops. just couldn't stop.

the book is lovable. 
read it. 
read IT. 
READ it. 

this is one book that i'm going to buy the physical, real-paper-and-everything book because it's that good. 

this is one of the books i'm gonna want my kids to read when they are young adult themselves.

this is the book that i'm gonna wanna reread one fine day when the sky is too dark and the ground is too wobbly to stand. or any day i'm feeling bored.

but coz i'm a sucker for happy ending, this book kinda... blew me... is it 'blew me away' or 'blew me off'? i dunno. the ending kinda turn me off.

but at the same time, it adds another layer of meaning inside the book. so it wasn't necessarily bad that it has 'that' kind of ending. still hating it, tho. T_T

so, coz i really love the characters, i kinda draw them. so this is the drawing. i really liked the raw one, but to give it more connection to the characters (Eleanor's red hair and Park's affection for black attire) i kinda had to put on some colour. 

tho being the amateur-moi, the end product of colored version is kinda messed up. 

another Norman Reedus fangirl post




Wednesday, 4 December 2013

gloomy day poem, c'est moi

It’s dark out there


But it’s okay

Inside this car
We’re safe


Monday, 2 December 2013


"Sometimes it's best to just let go of the past. Literally. You know, like, just go somewhere else. Somewhere people don't know you, and you don't know them. A place where your past won't matter to you." Dante mumbled as he stared at the open sea before us. I watched the wind blew his dark brown hair, the strands covering up the sad glimmer apparent in his eyes just seconds before.

"Is it? Is that what you're doing now? Running away from your problematic past?" He laughed at my question, promptly turning his dark pools towards mine. I stared back, challenging him to answer. 

"My past was not problematic. It was rather... bland, if I must say. I came from American dream family, white picket fence and all, you know. I'm grateful for that, but I felt like something was missing...." He paused, taking a handful of the dry sand, letting them slipped through his fingers bit by bit. His silence was getting to me, wearing down my already thin patience.

"And here you are? This small fisherman village across the world, of all place? To search the missing piece?" I joined him, playing around with the white sand, writing our names together. Dante grinned as he started adding little details to our names. Hearts, starts, little animals. It was minutes before he answered.

" I've been to many places. This is just one of the stops. I don't even know where I'll be next week." He turned to me and brushed the golden strands away from my face, our eyes meeting for the nth time.  

"Take me with you, Dante? To the lowest of hell, the hardest of purgatory, the highest of heaven... I'd rather be with you than just left, you know, alone." 

"Though I really appreciate you Divine Comedy reference, but life out there is just that, you know. Sometimes, it's really hard, could be really interesting, may be really painful. You're a gentle soul, and it will press you even more being out there than just staying here, Lem, for now."  

"Wait it out. For your heart to harden a bit, and by then I'll come back to take you with me." He patted my shoulder, ever so gently, with a weak smile on his handsome face. 

I nodded meekly, as bit by bit Dante started to disappear into thin air. His last touch remained warm on my bare shoulder, his last smile embedded on my brain. 


Someday I'll be good enough for him to take me out there.