y u k i r e i z e i

I suppose a ‘hello’ is a good enough greeting.

I don’t know what unknown force led me to delete all the previous posts, but they’re gone now. I am currently undergoing a writing slum, which is extremely infuriating seeing as I am trying, without luck it seems, to finish the tale I had suddenly brought to life. I used life as an excuse to not write, and as something to turn to when I am under immense guilt. Guilt approaches me often, but being the procrastinator that I am, I laugh it off.

I meant this post to be introductory, and so it shall be. This blog was born sometime around November last year in my Web Design class, amidst many celebrating students. However, what triggered me to create it in the first place was my provider, vox; I had dealt with many, but this particular provider somewhat caught my interest, and I was enthralled by its features, its demeanor, itself. I realized now that I never had any specific purpose in mind, and the first post was simply a reflection of my anxieties, my guilt, my ignorance, and I covered it with irony and self-mocking.

It is hard to be ignorant when it is displayed so clearly; I love to play with terminology. In other words, I have a penchant for literature, which of course, leads to fondness for language. I am a native speaker of Malay, but my absence from my home country, the wonderful cacophony, and constant usage has robbed me most of my knowledge for the language. It came as a pleasant surprise that English appeared fairly easy to me ever since I knew how to comprehend. It had always been, and always will be, my second language, yet it flourished, and became what it is now. I have also, until last year, taken up the challenge of the Arabic language; but the result was dismal. I could read it with satisfactory fluency, yet beyond the beautiful sound I know nothing of what it means. Then, there is Japanese. I have long yearned to learn it and last August, my prayers were answered and once again, I took the challenge of learning a language with different characters. The struggle to perfection proved harder than what I had expected, and all the memorization that awaits me in the future brings me dread. I am thankful for my interest and dedication for the language.

My name is yukiReizei and I am too lazy to continue further.

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Describe the room you are in?
I am in a room of exhaustion and anticipation. In the background, a man voices his confidence in being smarter than a five-year-old. The mirror reflects the reflection of a waiting woman, who pretends to be absorbed in the magazine while all she wants to do is cry uncontrollably over a Korean soap.

I? I am listening to Vocaloid. Oh. No, that's not it. I am in my mother's room. Like my father, she is lonely because she is blessed with a child of few words.

Hello.