There is something you can't not love about being obscure.


This blog is somewhat a descendant from The Black Room, a website that no one goes to. That's on wordpress though. I much prefer blogspot.

I've tried so hard to be so many people. The artist, the vocalist, the tomboy, the goth, the extremely-emo, the novelist, the rebel, the non-conformist. I guess, all throughout I remained only one thing - the hyprocrite. While claiming to be different, or a non-conformist, I only do so to be able to infuse into a place in our society that treasures such people. But that is not me.

I'm realising myself, day by day. Its heart-breaking, realising how hard it is to know yourself. But reading between the lines is all there is. Because if you don't, chances are no one else will.


I love Joy Luck Club, because there is so much I can relate to, even if I don't have a mother-daughter relationship to treasure. Like Ying-ying St. Clair, I am slowly losing myself. Like Ying-ying, I know that there is something more, something better that I once was.

But unlike her, I will not lose faith. I will be like Lindo, and fight to regain what was once mine. Just because they gave me away, doesn't mean I have to give myself away.

But it is a touch-and-go period. All I can do now is to try. Wait. And hope that the Lord will reveal soon, what is hidden.