Sunday, June 28, 2009


My mind's so idle right now. Like I don't want anything. Maybe it's the moment's contentment or maybe it's hopelessness. I mean what can I possibly acquire that will change anything, life will always be both unreasonably pleasant and awful anyway.

The Virgin Suicides indicated that some people are too much of dreamers that when reality hits them on the face, they don't know how to cope. They end up succumbing to irrational measures.

The Ophelia Dumalanta Reader indicates too that we must know when reading has its limit. We must identify which information intake we have to apply.

The thing is, with the lot of lessons we learn through out the day, not everything makes their way to our brain. It's a mental clutter.

2am in a cold bedroom is always boring.

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