To Comment Or... Nevermind

i've been giving it a thought, and finally decided to enable commenting on this blog for a while to see how it goes. ever since i switched from Xanga to Blogger, i decided to leave the comment part where my old blog was since only registered Xanga users were able to leave comments(in short, frustrated writers or writers or bloggers or whatever). and boy, did i enjoy my conversations with them. it rarely was about the praise (although i admit, one of the reasons i disabled blogspot comments was because of my dislike of unhealthy criticism or spam), it was about interaction. it's like having your very own twin because they strung thoughts where mine ended, and made beautiful short proses out of the blue. i discovered amazing writers there, made friends with a few. it was a big comfort knowing other people felt what i felt. and wrote in the same way. :)

below are several of those comments, i suggest visiting their sites as well. it always was a pleasure to read works from these lovely people.:)

from atsixesandsevens who has been for a very long time since i started blogging, one of my favorite bloggers. he's also leaves very beautiful comments (even now), all of which i loved and taken to heart. i imagine coffee+conversations with him would be pretty awesome. too bad he lives a thousand miles away.= |

"It's kind of like watching a cigarette get flicked from a car on the freeway;

A dazzle of sparks and ash for one brief, brilliant moment, and then nothing at all."

"I like it. Lumps in the throat and words not coming out and everything. Because I think most of the major realizations in our lives come out of moments like that."

"sometimes the simplest things, in the simplest ways, remind you to take a step back and appreciate this life and this world for 
what it is. i really, really liked this. glad you made it 
through finals. :)"

"i think it's much easier to feel alone than it is to realize 
that people care for you.

it also makes for better writing."

"you can't imagine someone back to who they used to be.

that's what this makes me say, as i shake my head.

because it's such a familiar feeling."

from Perdedor

"Let's pretend we're not needy. Let's pretend our hearts still 
beat.

Let's pretend we fall in love tonight, clumsy enough to fall for anything."

from lank-and-lost

"I don't know what comfort you can take from knowing you're not alone in your affliction, but most of my life I've felt the same way. I still do. It makes me wish I had something intelligent to say but I can't really answer the question for myself either.

Still, there are so many little things that keep me interested 
that Even when I feel that constant lack of motivation holding myback to the wall like gravity, I feel contented to be living in 
the moment even if I'm not going anywhere. I know I have to breakthe habit as I'm not entirely pleased with the reactionary way 
I've been living or where it has got me.

If only I had a little push."

from isah

"sanity. what we all wish for, yet it seems so surreal. the temptation of being what we were

before lingers on.."

from degrees-of-sanity and life-complicated

it's a short post answering a question. might do this again one day. look it up here.

from amoensia

"a promise is real, the very exact moment it was made. one second after, it will vanish to therealm of memories. none of it will be real anymore. how ironic. because we tend to live and move on with the promises made and broken. convincing ourselves it WAS real."

"Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering." -Paulo Coelho

from tolv

"the stars can't be trusted."

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"The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say."  ~Anaïs Nin