The Creative Life

That is just too beautiful.

I spent hours building my dream homes on The Sims 3. I first started back when The Sims 1, 2 dimensional and shit, when the gameplay bores me I switched to build mode and from there endless amount of ideas came out. I know it’s a simulation, a game but heckkk it satisfy the craving to get ideas out. I still do! When I was a kid I love to draw a lot. I actually never get bored of drawing, it’s just because I draw until I hate the outcome so I stop. Lol. Once I thought I’d be an interior designer when I grow up (a pretty weird choice back then if you know how I was brought up/where I came from) but as you know adulthood destroys the notion. I don’t draw anymore now, I can’t seem able to write, I don’t do stuff that I do when I’m inspired. Everyday I’m trying to inspire myself to something I could make something out of. But occasionally this falls out to the last point in day to day priorities. I’m here posting this to remind myself how much I need to get back in the game, whatever it was that I once did/able to do. It’s the least I could do to avoid the insanity of not being a full person when I continued to ignore the yearning I always felt all this time but never strong enough.

I never wanted something so much in my life nowadays and that is Sad.

Dropping by…

Hi.

GOSH I missed blogging sometimes, like a lot. I missed actually pouring out my thoughts and opinions, a better release than just formulating all these thinking and debate with my own self in my head…lol

I’m still alive and well (if I actually have readers haha) and yes I think I’m still the same person. I often question myself; did I changed? When I was stuck by important decisions (which is everyday) I always ask how much of myself still remains? What are my virtues and are they still there in me.

2015

Hello

My blog is gettin seriously dusty

I made a post on the new year on my Instagram. Felt a bad urge of having to write it out. About how out of place I felt leaving 2014 behind. I always had trouble in letting go of stuff…so I made a run-through of what I wanna write on WordPress for today. Sadly as you know it, it was gone from my head.

That is quickly becomes my first 2015 resolution (as if) : NEVER PUT OFF WRITING

Insomniac

This blog is getting dusty.

In reference to the title of this post, I just discovered the band M83 earlier last month (I’m so late!)  I’m never disappointed so far. Beautiful music. It makes a connection I’ve had before with ambient but they comes with lyrics sometimes, without choruses. The question I always have when I hear to these types of music how do the creative process works in making this music? I really seriously wanted to know. Since I’m brain freezed since 2006…maybe I need to get myself into a creative thinking/ thinking process workshop or something! As I’ve posted before here I feel like my brain was disconnected from what ever importance it had in my life. I made myself proud though this past few weeks I managed to push through and produce something with my hands.

Writing relieved me in ways nothing in this world can or ever could. The other day I was experiencing one of those points in life that makes your head talks erratically. And I was alone in the hotel room, in the company of M83’s music. I didn’t thought of typing it out in my iPod much less picking up a pen and write it out. I was pretty tired of the event I was there for and all I want is to catch some sleep. M83 – Wait (Kygo remix) was on replay thousandth times, looking up the desolate ceiling, smiling for the people that made the trip to this event worthwhile. The saxophone part is too beautiful to drown into, but I’m still not sleeping. My head just won’t shut up. When I was done with the event, the realization to get back to normal life starting to sink. Maybe I had met with an accident, a Godsend, because it makes me feel present, and pretty. I knew at the back of my head I began to feel sad. I need to take it out. That evening I still couldn’t rest my head. That’s when I picked up a pen and squeezed my talking head into its body and it leaked out onto a paper. I finished 2 pages in minutes, writing in the dark of dusk. That night I was able to slept earlier than half of the nights I’ve had these previous months.

For some, writing is a method of conveying information and thoughts, to make it available so that you can see and read it. For some of us, writing is the way to keep sane.