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[Wonderwall - Oasis]

I know, I know, the song is overrated for some people, but it is more of an 'old but gold' kind of thing for me, especially in my current state. 

A dear friend of mine was kind enough to have mentioned me in his blog. He was tagged to do a 'Blogger Interview' which I find quite interesting as it is one of the ways for viewers to know more about who we are and our intentions (not that we haven't showcased it enough in our blogs itself, but yknow what I mean). 

Without further ado, I will do the exact same thing in order for y'all to know what's up: 

How did  you get into blogging?

I can't pinpoint on exactly how I am suddenly into it, however, I knew ever since then I craved expressionism through art, music and writing. I started my first blog when I was in my most naive stage; 14 years old. It is still present, out in the open and obviously, embarrassing. Think I have blabbed and copy paste a hell lot of cheesy 'guy-who-I-liked-but-doesn't-notice-me-related song lyrics and posts. I visited my old blog in June and my God, I have never cringed so hard in my life. With the words of Fleetwood Mac, "i'm never going back again," and I intend it to be that way... for now. 

What advice would you give to a blogger starting out?

Write what you think is good and how you truly feel. Most people find it incredibly challenging to express their feelings, for those who are able, you are damn lucky. A blog is the sole platform where you have freedom of speech, use it to your advantage. Be original, creative, and be you, that is all!

What would be your dream campaign?

It would definitely be exposing the creative side in my country, Brunei. I am slowly exposed to that particular scene ever since a friend of mine and I have worked with Collective Art Events. Brunei has potential, the more I get to know the people who are involved with the arts, the more I want to stay here and help out. They opened up my eyes and mind, they are cool and chilled as hell and I couldn't ask for a better experience. 

Do you have a plan for your blog?

Not at all. I have lived a life where everything's all about going with the flow and I intend to keep it that way. But a plan does come into mind when it is business related or requested because the need for it to be close to perfect and structured is important. Although, when it comes to it in general, nahh, planning sucks, I post whatever I like and it tends to be all over the place!

What do you think about rankings?

Rankings are total bullshit, man. What is freedom of speech when you are mostly concerned about what people think of you and whether or not your posts(which so happens to be from your heart and soul) are criticised. No amount of ranking or judgments would be sufficient enough to the amount of appreciation and hugs you deserve for being a bad ass motherfucker because you poured your heart out publicly. I am damn proud of you and you should be too.

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That is the end of it, I sincerely hope the answers made sense. 

Oh and here's the lad's thoughts' haven: 

H. Fadhilah : https://medleynotions.wordpress.com/

Rabbit Hole

"I am Alice. I have been walking aimlessly in search of happiness and love, possibly freedom as well. I came across this enchanting rabbit whose fur is as pale as my skin. He is very persuasive, manipulative too, He told me he could fulfill my wishes if I would join him for an exciting adventure. He promised he will show the colours in the world. 

I was invited to his universe, oh how beautiful it was. I had fun, I did. But lately, I am always left alone and lost in the rabbit hole."

The rabbit is every person that was in my life, not just one. The rabbit also includes my own demon. 

Blue Moon Girl

"I am scared... I am terrified," she said repeatedly.
"It feels like I am staying still in the big ocean, letting the huge tide take over and swallow me whole."

"Everyday, I have the need to carry this heavy weight on my shoulders and chest even if I know the other person doesn't feel the same way as I do... Everyday.

What am I doing to myself?

These imaginary bricks are stacking day by day and they are getting heavier -- I am in pain, can't you see it?

Help me... Help me."

She who needs the most care takes care of everyone but herself 

-- it's kind of a funny yet sad story to tell.

She is fragile yet strong,

and you find that endearing.

Her innocence is addictive,

however, it is her dark side that made you hold onto her.

She is real and you appreciate every honesty she has given to you.

But, she is self-destructive,

cannot afford to be alone or express any affection.

Nonetheless, 

she needs you,

all of you,

every single day.

Though someday she will leave,

know that her intentions were good.

Leaving a mark is part of her,

making sure that the mark is caused by something extraordinary is her gift. 

She will go all out in order to make sure the light that left you comes back.
Her spontaneity has caused you to experience many great things in life -- things that you have never thought you could do.

Appreciate the very existence of this being,

because she will only appear once in your life.

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this post varies on every person who decides to read it, it depends on who came to mind while doing so. Who is your Blue Moon Girl?

Garden
/ˈɡɑːd(ə)n/

“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you” I said
hand on my chest,
coping with the pain.
“I love you, I love you… I loved you” was my intention
because you made the garden,
you made the flowers grow,
and you put colours in my life,
even if you had to go.

[Honey, It's Alright - Gregory Alan Isakov]

I cannot explain the words to you,

but it feels right.

It has been a tedious drive to get to where I am now,

where we are.

A month is long enough for you to know who I truly am,

is it good enough to know who you are?

A month of laughter, patience, lust, arguments and jealousy.

How do you see me now?

I am growing old,

 am I still the same?

What do I see in you?
I see myself.

Bad past written all over the walls in the present 

despite the changes we have tried to make.

It haunts us.

Don't be too afraid

don't be too concerned.

Words of rumours come from empty minded souls.

Caged in their own body;

no where to go,

nothing significant to talk about.

Immaturity comes naturally for them

and it is difficult to let go.

I am glad we aren't the same as the mindless beings of the world.

I know you are all I got,

you know it's got to feel right.