Sunday, August 28, 2016

sundaze scribbles #25

This will be the last of my sundaze scribbles. I'll be reposting my favorites on my instagram so be on the lookout for new ones there. :)


Love is a tune that plays the song of your heart
It may not have the most haunting melody
But no others will come close to its comfort
Love is food touching your soul through your belly
And it is strength when you don't want to be strong
You know it's love when she starts to feel like home
Without a doubt you know this is where you belong
It is the muse of artists, poets, singers and writers
Oh but do forgive me for I never wanted your love
Only for someone to love me the way you could've

Sunday, August 21, 2016

sundaze scribbles #24



love is crazy
love is blind
love isn't a happily every after
love is growing old together

Sunday, August 14, 2016

sundaze scribbles #23


friendship are fireflies lighting up the skies
they show you what you've been missing
casting long shadows fear never welcomed in
some lights go out to let others take their place
fewer still reignite with grand stories of vivace
but many give life illumination
a dazzling warmth of affection
each individual a blaze of glory
burning moments into memory
and long after their familiar glow has gone
remember nights you two were phenomenon

happy birthday

Sunday, August 7, 2016

sundaze scribbles #22




the best people tell the truth with no sugar
because the guessing game is always bitter

Thursday, August 4, 2016

Review: Suicide Squad


I haven't caught a movie premiere in forever - there just wasn't a movie that caught my attention like this mismatched crew of villains. It's just that I've been waiting forever to see a Harleyquinn brought to life.

But do you remember how Batman v Superman left you wanting? You left the cinema feeling disappointed. Something was missing. This is the same. There's nothing out of the ordinary here, and you were expecting out of this world. A glimpse into the criminally insane and twisted.


Margot Robbie and Jared Leto's Harleyquinn and Joker tried to be straight from the comics but their crazy felt fake AF, their intelligence missing. They are complex, multidimensional characters flattened into 2d. I wanted to love them, so badly. But none of it felt real, it was just too colorful, with no substance. 

The movie lacked conviction. Throughout the entire thing you could feel the director clutching at straws but while the buildup was pretty strong, it fell straight on its face. You know that kid who likes to show off in front of people? Yeah he got you thinking: damn I wish I had half his confidence well BAM! He just tripped on nothing and now he's loosing his game and you wanna look away cos it's too embarrassing to keep watching but it's so horrible even you find yourself hoping he saves himself. He never does. 

At the end you kinda just try to slip away unnoticed and hope he isn't your friend. He isn't the film you were dying to see. Pretend it wasn't all just hype with no form. 

I wouldn't rewatch. I'd give it a H out of HAHAH. H. 

Tuesday, August 2, 2016

like me or not

I haven't done one of these so long I was afraid I'd forgotten how. But black ink on white - whether virtual or physical is comforting to me. The stories are there, I just don't know where to start. I have long stopped writing about daily routines, choosing instead to capture moments and feelings like photographs but with words or try my best. These little updates to remember change by.

I have never been one to care whether people like me or not - because there always will be those who don't and those who do. It doesn't mean that they are kind or unkind, nice or mean, good or bad. The world, I've found, is not a linear as we wished it were. But because of that, I create distances from people I feel are insincere or questionable. My judgement is often flawed, and I trust the ones who would ultimately bring me the most disappointment and hurt. One such person told me that nobody can hurt you, "you hurt yourself". It made sense immediately because you are the only person who could let it matter. Everyone else may try to guilt you into feeling like you caused someone's suffering, but the truth is, no matter what it is, anyone can either marinate in their own sorrow or brush it off and rise.

The thing is, when you enter the workforce, it is different. In a perfect world, it wouldn't be. But there are balls to lick and superiors to obey. Paired with my no nonsense attitude and expensive respect, there are places I can not go. Lies taste like poison in my mouth and disdain is all I can manage for those with painted masks.

It took me longer than it should, for me to even entertain the thought that those people are true to themselves. I, who applaud those who parade blunt honesty. Hold your high horse or not, but do it without a front - it is what I believe. If you are a bitch, show the world. Can't keep your pants on then leave em at home! Gold digger? Own it. Be proud of who you are and wear no shame. So why couldn't I deal the same hand to those who hide? Our morals are clearly different, so just because I am not willing to do whatever it takes does not mean they feel the same way. I was so afraid of penetrating that invisible quarantine where their venom would spread and infect me. But it was all in my head. They aren't even hiding, it is who they are.

Acceptance is hard, even when you know it to be true. Especially when you imagine respect as a currency which is earned, not given freely due to status or position. People should be free to choose whom to follow and when leaders fail, it is only natural to step back and reconsider. If you are not loyal to what they believe in, they can never be loyal to you. But society was not built that way, we are appointed what we have and must make do or pack up and search for what we seek. You either stay true to who you are or allow yourself to melt into a herd of sheep. I miss my long ass air so f what the devil says.