I really love making a themed playlist and I really wanted to share them to people. So here it is. If you ever have any playlist ideas (with a specific theme) you can submit them to my ask on tumblr here. Give me a theme and who knows maybe I’ll have the time to arrange some songs for you to listen? (oh also you can send them anonymously there, too.)
type of requests you can send to me:
– ‘A very sad girl who keeps going’ playlist
– ‘The future is forever so smile’ playlist
– ‘You gave me the world but you left me in it’ playlist
– ‘man, I only love food, leave me alone’ playlist
I’m not even kidding!
alright, this one’s for my rose-colored boy
Continue reading “Themed Playlist: It wasn’t keeping both of us awake. And I’m glad it was over”
I have never done anything like this before but lately I’ve been so overwhelmed with so many good music this year, especially these past few weeks. I have just finished my exhausting
stressful exams few weeks ago so these really help me to recover. The main reason I’m doing this is because there are SO many of my favourite artists are releasing new albums and as a good friend of yours I want to share them with you! this is gonna be my first ever monthly playlist. I’m not sure if I will do this frequently because I might get very busy in the next few months but let’s see if I can manage the time well.
You might not agree with me at some points, but you have to trust me with my music taste.
Continue reading “My Monthly Playlist: June 2017”
I have this old writing project that me and my friends in high school had in our grammar class. I think our writing’s so underrated–which is why I brought it back here. I was reading it again–and it reminds me of how stressed out we were to finish this writing before the deadlines because the teacher also gave us another tasks to complete, one of them is this fun (personally stressing for me) screen-play. But I’m glad everyone had so much fun.
Continue reading “A little throwback: The Raindrops”
It hurt but okay what’s new
I came to this realization where some days things are just worse than it could ever be, and here goes the plot twist; they won’t go as organized as you planned either. That some days you just get hit in the face by an ugly truth that makes your heart breaks in silence and nobody hears you screaming or even notice that you’re bleeding inside.
I’m still me, the same 14 years old girl who was so depressed about not being able to meet the only people that I love every day in my life and only get to see them every two weeks in 6 months. I’m still the girl who asked why we paint our skies blue if we capture it as a sad color and still trying her best to believe that for whatever reasons it can lead us to something beautiful.
This time yesterday I was thinking: How did I lose everything?
And I didn’t get any answers to that.
It got me wondering, did I?
Truth is, I lost count on how many times I caught myself saying, “I miss the old me,” but then nothing really makes sense to me anymore.
How can I even miss my old-self when I don’t even know who I was?
It’s been a while. Finally my routine lets me to take some rest.
I loved the night flights. It was really awesome just seeing the night clouds and listening to some calming songs with my headset. I got to get home with my mother. I still got scared every time the plane took off, but I never told anyone. I hugged myself by putting my hands around my stomach, pretending it was cold, and little by little closing my eyes. I wish there was a hand to hold but people just don’t hold hands anymore. There was a baby sitting in front of me with her/his parents and I still don’t know whether it’s a he or she but what I knew that night was how cute she/he really was. When she/he looked back and looked at our seats, she/he even smiled. Unlike other babies, she/he didn’t cry during the flight. My mother gave him/her some chocolates and her/his mother said “You’re so kind! thank you,” and seriously it was such a nice thing to hear. Definitely a better thing to hear rather than this man who looked like he was in his thirties and he was pretty mad because a very old lady behind him asked him to walk faster cause he blocked the line. I hate anger, really. I hate hearing people fighting. I hate knowing that the man let anger took control of him. I hate knowing that even though little, he’s going to regret all things that he said in front of everyone that night.
I don’t know what to write, honestly. I have so many things on my mind but I don’t know how to start. Besides, I have a cold. I really want to get better but I also can’t resist the cold drink that my dad always bought when he came home. I really want to write because things that I’m thinking right now really bother me. I think you should know that.
My heart hurts. And I need some sleep.