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at least, in my rose-colored glasses

You may have had thousands of encounters in your entire life, but I know you best. I know you better than anyone else because I’ve watched you longer than them. I know you at the fingertip that touches my heart, and I know you when your fingers clasp my trembling hand. I know you by the smile that brightens the world. Oh, how beautiful it seems to me now, like the sun that rises in the morning and the morning breeze that breathes on my face. I know you by the voice among all the voices when you call out my name. I know you at the top of your head when we’re both lost in the crowd. I know you at every step you take. Each is carefully crafted toward the path you have paved for yourself. I know you at every rise and fall of your chest, and behind that is a heart, beating beautifully, creating music that even virtuosos cannot hold a candle against. I know you at every beat, and I know every beat doesn’t spell my name. I know you best, but what help would knowing do when you don’t know me at all?

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a hand that seeks—that no longer seeks

There was a hand that always reached out to me. It was warm and held on mine tight. I hated it so much because my hands would sweat so I would swat it away and wipe my hands. But the hand consistently pursued the other hand that never want to touch it. And I keep doing the same. Flicking it away from me, wiping my hand like it’s a plague that will take my life away. However, a situation unfolded that I never thought would happen. Still, the hand seeks mine. This time, it was trembling, weak and cold. But it still tried to hold mine using the last strength it could muster. A lot of things run through my mind and the biggest thought that passed through my heart is the regret. I gave back the warmth that the hand have always longed but it can no longer receive. No matter how much I tried warming up the hand, it’s only gradually getting colder and colder. I never let go... I could never while trying to reminisce of the warmth that it once had. Then I realize, I could never recall anything because I always let go. There’s nothing I can look back and there’s always to miss.

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The Name That was Lost

You were always the subject to my musings. The muse to my poetries. My hands are relentless, incessantly writing about what seems to be your name in a long-ass paragraphs and stanzas. But now, I’ve been looking for that drive. I lost the you that’s always been on my scribbles. It slipped in the middle of my pages; I don’t know if you’ve lost your way or you’ve grown tired hearing your name written in kitsch poetries, woven by tireless hands. The “you” that’s always been in my pages has become nameless.

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Recommendation BL Manhwa

This is not donghua but a manhwa I happen to find. This manhwa still needs to be finished, and there is still much to be revealed. However, I felt compelled to write a review because I adore it.

The title is “Shining Summer”. So far, I enjoy this manhwa. I am not sure if the original tags said "psychological" or "body swap," but I prefer to think of it as psychological. There are numerous theories about this manhwa, but none of them have been proven.

Title: Shining Summer

Genre: Shounen ai, Drama, Slice of Life, Psychological (?)

Tags: Bodyswap (?), Manipulative Seme, Childhood Crush, Personality Change, High School, Accident/s

Current Chapters: 66

Rating: 10/10 (This is just my thing. Don’t mind the manipulative seme. You’d be his bitch. )

The story started when the MC and ML were 10 years old. They were involved in a bus accident on their way to the dojo where they had enrolled. Because the ML shielded MC, he only sustained minor injuries. Because of the accident, ML seemed to become a different person. He was saying that he does not know this boy who goes by the name Jihoon. He claims that Jihoon is not his name, that this is not his body, and that those are not his parents. MC was distraught and came out of the hospital room, crying. Is he telling the truth, or is it a truth he claimed by himself because of a head injury? Maybe it is more complicated than that...

You understand what I mean by "psychological" and "body swap." ML believed he swapped bodies with the original Jihoon, so when he grew up and reconnected with MC, they went looking for his original body.

I like the pacing of this story. The pacing is perfect for a story of this genre. Some people are upset about it, but I do not think there is anything wrong with the pacing taking so long to develop. This book requires a good build-up because there are many mysteries lurking. Not only to build up the plot but also to build up and flesh out their characters. The writer is doing great. This book keeps me going because I am curious about what is going to happen next.

Characters are also well-developed. They are not flat. Even the minor characters are well-developed. I particularly liked how the author shaped the ML into who he is. He is not entirely a good person; despite the book's many cute moments, he is not designed to be fluffy. That is fine because his character is tailor-made for him, given what he is been through. I just hope the best for him because he’s been through so much. Imagine if you were in his shoes. Most people would lose their minds.

I just hope the plot does not veer off course. And, if it does, I hope it swerves like a race car. I have high expectations for this manhwa. I wanted to savor it while also learning more about it and reading more of it.

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Should I also post my sentients of the books (donghua) I read in here? I want to do that. I’ll also follow more with the same interest.

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When I was a child, I never truly felt like I was a child but also never felt like I was older. Probably because a child is curious by nature and as a child, I am curious about many things. Although I could never be older and wiser enough, I recognize that I lack the knowledge to navigate the world. I have always wondered, first things first, how alphabets were created, how the creator sounded out those letters, and what crossed their mind while they are in pursuit of knowledge. Words are one of the few things humans learned before anything else yet there are many beautiful words left undiscovered. They are beautiful but with the wrong usage, they could be dangerous. It’s one of the few things I considered truly beautiful for the fact that words can be flipped around like a coin and change their appearance. With the limited time I have in the human world, in a corporal body, I wanted to learn all of those. And with the little footsteps I left on the vast Earth, I am slapped with the fact that I know too little. I may not know more than what I want to acquire but I wanted to know more. Knowledge goes beyond the solid Earth, the green nature, blue skies, and pristine turquoise waters. They go beyond the dark and mystic universe. I could not navigate all of that with the little time I have and with the limited worldview I have. My world is too little to tear through the boundless universe, I could only watch one thing. It is probably the reason why I enjoy reading so much. It’s not only the love of words and creation but also my wild pursuit of knowledge. Writers take their time researching, the road they walked to is sweat and blood, and their blood stains the paper. The thoughts they poured into it make me think to myself. I’ve seen few sceneries through my eyes but I’ve lived different lifetimes. In those different lifetimes, I became different people with different memories, different characteristics, and different academic and intellectual interests. I’ve seen different eras, and during my journey to different dimensions, I became a voyager who carries all the memories and feelings of every character I’ve lived. These things carved in words are not only created to entertain and to provide knowledge but they are also engraved in the heart of every people who lived the life of those characters. Those thoughts they carried while walking towards the path they laid for themselves became the foundation of curiosity. Curious minds are always in pursuit of a greater goal, that is the attainment of knowledge, and knowledge is found in curiosity. The beginning in exploration of different matters of the world started with a question and will not end with one question.

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Escape

I wanted to keep it simple and keep myself away from understanding difficult things. I know life is far from simple and many things remain undiscovered. Maybe grandiose words are needed to define grand ideas. I also wanted to learn things that I don’t know but the only thing I am certain of is I don’t know anything. I wandered around the complex ideas of the world, life, and humans. But I can never catch up to it. I keep running, running, and running, going far until I could count the steps I take while my steps slowly declined. I looked back but I am unable to find the roads I took. I was scared that I’d get lost and I could never come back, I could never find the place that I was looking for. I know there is more to adventures than feeling lost and getting lost. My feet have grown numb and my eyes have lost sight of what the world has to offer. Even if I continue my journey, there are no words left to speak. All those things I’ve threaded so far are left unlearned. I can’t remember where I left my footprints. All I know is that it was all gone, and never can be found again.

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“𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑓𝑦 𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑠𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘, 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ

𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔.”

—Warsan Shire

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For Your Unimaginative Imagination

Men are surprised when women do not align with their preconceived notions because they already built a version of women inside their heads and it most likely does not intersect with our realities. They perceived women as delicate creatures that needed their catering, all flowers and butterflies, rainbows and rain. They get mad when they found out women are storms, hurricanes, and all the other unforeseen calamities. Women are not one persona that you built around your walls of finite imagination but humans that are complex theories need not be of your stupid analysis. Women are not an object displayed for your eyes to feast on, not object you can control, and not object you can define without knowing what a real woman is. And you would end up pondering, “What is a real woman? How should a real woman act? Is there such thing as real woman?” You can meet all the women in the entire world and still be unable to collectively define what women are. Women are themselves and not figments of your imagination.

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Point of Origin

There were times when I think writers have  the super powers to predict. Not to predict the future but something else. I think they have the ability to predict what a reader could feel at a certain moment of the book, and to be able to use those feelings to their advantage, tie them into knot and imprisoning. It’s the experience from observing people and questioning everything that goes in and out of their sight, creating one from a scratch, bleed them on paper and make a person out of them, and not just mere puppets that act out the words woven for them. 

I’d like to think that writers have super powers. Or it could be that they’re just so good at puzzles that they were able to trace the starting point, the body of the thread, see through the complicated vessels and route, to the finish line. And they’re able to untie the rope and tie it into beautiful ribbons. 

The complicated knot has now become something more close at heart. That if you tugged it, it will tug our heartstrings as well.

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Of Everything, Of Nothing

And what should we give

When we lose everything

But these tiny shards

Of broken heart

Am I to take

A piece of my heart, and

Offer it to you

One by one until

Nothing left of me but

The pounded pieces of my own

I received from you

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Time We Can’t Hold

The Spring came rushing

Snow melts like teardrops

One by one it waters

The new beginning ready to sprout

Will it grow to be a wonderful

Opportunity, people tried to reach

Or is it another season to pass by

The weather changes, the water flows

And my body slowly gnawed by

The pain that take root

Unlike a beautiful flower

It was a curse

Not chains but roots to hold back

No matter how much I cut

It grows and grows stronger

I died in place

The seasons passes by

My body remained the same, stayed still

The clock that my life was

Broken, frozen in place

Time forever stops

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TW!!! Mentions of Blood, Suffering and Subtle Hints of Suicide

In Order To Survive, We Take Away

Everyday, the rope that I was holding kept slipping off. I kept holding on, grip on it tighter until my hands were scraped open wounds. The blood that was slowly dripping on my fingers and palms dripped like teardrops on my wrist, fell on my eyes and stung. I could only keep one eye open to watch my own suffering but I refused to let go. I was hanging by the cliff with only a meager rope to support my heavy body. The wind blows and instead of relief, my heart beats even faster. I was afraid the wind would knock me out and I would let go of my life line. I looked behind me and there were only huge rocks to catch me once I fall. 

So I figured I should try living harder. I tied the rope on my arms but it slipped on my wrist. It was not enough and it was frightening to have something out of your control. I tried holding on again and thought of another. Did you know what I did? I thought it would be better to tie it on my neck. My head will held the rope securely. Maybe I won’t fall down. And so, for years my body was holding on to that rope. Even as wind passes by to blow me, I was steady. It did gave me some relief. Instead of worrying, I could finally enjoy the comfort of the wind. I could finally take my time listening to its music. 

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Falling Stars... Maybe

It seems as if I am falling. I don’t know from how much distance but I thought it might not be that far. For someone who’s falling from above, I found a strange serenity. I was thinking that maybe I had accepted my fate. Even thankful. Having stayed above for hundreds... no, maybe million of years, now finally going back to where life sprouted and where life would end. I just hope my end would meant a beautiful start for someone else and would not bring forth disaster.

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The Moon Drains Blood

I never despised the smell of blood nor do I like it. One well-acquainted to it could never. Not only I am well-acquainted to blood. We may not be friends but never strangers as well. Under the bright moon we had our fated encounters. Contrary to the bright moon, the blood was dark. And contrary to the feeling it lends you, the blood is associated to death. The sun never rises. The moon never gave life to the somber night. The blood smell rust yet sweet. I’ve always wondered how it taste so there was a time when I drank blood. It taste nothing like what I imagines, nothing like the satisfying taste of my first kill. It taste nothing like a fine aged wine. Well, after so many years, it’s getting boring. However, I could not hate it nor love it. I do not have the privilege to feel that way. This is my job after all. The one who bears the sin of carrying the knife. The one who drains blood and life.

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