Whatever you do, just remember to come home.
Sarcasm is a merely a friend ((phantom friend)), that's too laid-back and self-centered.
People don't just turn into fiends overnight.
Wrong, is simply a word.
I don't know how people manage to think so complexly... It's like we're reverting back to our ancestors, becoming barbarians.
Are we progressing? Or not?
It's then I realise that society's made up of humans.
Sis and Dad are discussing right and wrong.
Dad makes a point about prisons.
Sis rebuts, agitated.
Dad says that those who don't contribute to society will have to be killed.
Sis pulls in bro.
Dad says that he will have to be killed in such circumstances.
They get to right and wrong, whether it's actually useful to imprison people when they know it's not going to help the criminals turn over a new leaf.
I eat more breakfast.
Sis makes a point about how warped society is.
Dad asks for my point of view in this matter.
I shrug.
"Well..."
Sis asks me what right and wrong is.
"They're just words."
Sis seems a little more angry.
Sis asks where I would find the definition of right and wrong.
"In the dictionary."
Sis looks really angry.
Later I ask Dad if I said something wrong.
He says no.
"I want to be a genderless alien."
"Well, okay."
"Actually, I want to be a penguin-ninja. Or a fish-giraffe hybrid. I really don't mind."
...
"I just want to be anything other than a human."
"Why?"
"People are so complex. I think aliens are simpler."
"Well, you are an alien." laugh.
"I could be, for all we know. I could even be a pencil that's been experimented on, hence having brains and being able to dream of being a human."
"We could all be pencils."
"True. Like those wobbly kinds?"
"I think I'd be mechanical."
...
I'm just not in the mood to think so much.
Humans are complex.
Nods.
Showing posts with label muse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label muse. Show all posts
Saturday, 14 July 2012
Sunday, 27 May 2012
Cocktail
Just... trying something out for fun :D
Trollers gonna troll~
_________________________________________________________________________________
Cocktail
In synch we
float
around the
sticky, thick web of love
under swirling
currents that melt and molt to form passion
do you not
see--the scarlet deformity of jealousy
and thicket
of lusting silk-- the epitome of desire
flickering
and flashing,
desiring
the thicket of silk and lusting
with
jealousy--the deformed scarlet sight.
Passion
melts and molts into swirling currents
that lie
thickly over the loving--sticky--web,
which we
float on in synch.
Saturday, 26 May 2012
Musings-- This is Not a Post
You know what?
I kinda feel pity for the world.
This is the 115th post.
And I watched the trailer of "This is Not A Film".
Yes, you've heard it right.
This is not a film.
As such, this is Not a Post.
...
bwahahaha.
I will be writing a play on this.
Paper tigers, the lot of them.
Thursday, 17 May 2012
Musings-- I is a carrot.
Mistaken identity.
I wonder if the fox will change its fur colours in summer, autumn or winter.
Indeed, indeed.
Now that I have submitted for Montage...
Y U GIVE ME SO MUCH INSPIRATION?
*to Ellie and Jerry :D jiayou for Montage anyways.
But that's out of the point anyway.
I have a fear of someone.
So now, I'm going to try to be brave.
I'm not going to give anyone anything, not even my fear.
*puts on failed pokerface*
Because it seems so idiotic to be afraid of someone who's not supposed to be intimidating at all...
but I still fall prey T3T
How do you overcome fear?
I have a fear of mirrors as well, another fear called Athazagoraphobia.
Sighs. I'm trying not to fear fear itself, but it's getting too difficult.
On the other hand... no more CST :)
I wonder what we'll be doing instead of tha-- ... not extra Chinese lessons, right?
And I wrote a letter to the Sec 4 me :D I wonder if I'll even remember to read the letter. It's really short and filled with Tuannism. :D
~O~
I wonder if the fox will change its fur colours in summer, autumn or winter.
Indeed, indeed.
Now that I have submitted for Montage...
Y U GIVE ME SO MUCH INSPIRATION?
*to Ellie and Jerry :D jiayou for Montage anyways.
But that's out of the point anyway.
I have a fear of someone.
So now, I'm going to try to be brave.
I'm not going to give anyone anything, not even my fear.
*puts on failed pokerface*
Because it seems so idiotic to be afraid of someone who's not supposed to be intimidating at all...
but I still fall prey T3T
How do you overcome fear?
I have a fear of mirrors as well, another fear called Athazagoraphobia.
Sighs. I'm trying not to fear fear itself, but it's getting too difficult.
On the other hand... no more CST :)
I wonder what we'll be doing instead of tha-- ... not extra Chinese lessons, right?
And I wrote a letter to the Sec 4 me :D I wonder if I'll even remember to read the letter. It's really short and filled with Tuannism. :D
~O~
Tuesday, 1 May 2012
Musings-- WAFFLE THE WAY ALONG
Just read Tuesdays with Morrie.
Nice book, maybe.
Waffle, waffle, waffle.
Oh right, I have a bandage on my knee.
A white, evil bandage.
Ouch, it hurts.
Nao I can't lie on my stomach or it'll burn.
But on the other hand, my sis says it looks cool and hardcore and she feels like getting one too. That's how amazing I am~
Stupid bike, I should have never rode you. You of a sickening orange (and you just had to be my favourite colour!). Ouch, ouch, ouch.
And Tuesdays With Morrie says :
"The feel of those emotions, their texture, their moisture, the shiver down the back, the quick flash of heat that crosses your brain--then he was able to say, 'okay. This is fear. Step away from it. Step away.' "--Quoted, page 104-105
Oh, but seriously, when the pain comes on, it's too fast for you to be able to identify anything. The speed itself. *shudder* Ugh, my knee hurts, but I know it's just mentally. I'll still be able to jump, but it hurts. Sigh. painpainpain~ *whines on incessantly*
I mean, how can you accept Death so easily? It seems too much for me. To be able to think about it so clearly, vividly, that you feel at peace with Death?
Then again, I'm just like an empty container, not yet filled with experience.
I love the book.
The first page drew me in:
A lesson without grades, without books, taught from experience and not theory.
We're Tuesday people.
And they talk about more of life's lessons, how the rushing pace of people affects us and sub-cultures. How you shouldn't be pressured to conform because that's what the society wants you to believe: Women not skinny enough, men no rich enough, students with marks too low.
I wish I could believe and make my own sub-culture, but I'm stuck within the paradox of freewill and prejudice. The veil blinds me with letters, A, B, C, F. Different letters hold a certain impact, a shadow covering your character and personality, a cloak hiding your values.
Branded with the letters, some cower behind it, hoping not to meet discriminating stares while others hold theirs high enough, blocking what offensive remarks that may be made.
Every time I get an A, I don't feel happy. I feel relieved.
waffle waffle waffle.
the banana culture! :D
I read small bits of it along the way since primary school.
The first time, we did a comprehension on it, just a small extract. I read on and found it interesting, I thought it was a case study, a scientific study on illnesses.
I wanted to read more. But I didn't, because it became a dimmed light in my mind, faded to a cracking whisper.
The second time, I saw this quote "Don't let go too soon. But don't hang on too long" from Tuesdays with Morrie and I was enchanted. The book didn't seem like a scientific case study anymore. Perhaps a philosophical case study? But I didn't read it.
The third time, I was wandering about in a bookstore. My sister had vouchers :D so we were just looking around. We were deliberating over whether to buy The Hunger Games--trilogy but I spotted this small pocket book-- Tuesdays with Morrie. And I picked it up. I was going to read it, I was going to buy this intriguing little book. So we left the bookstore happily.
And you can tell what happened after this. I read it, and was surprised to find out that I liked it, although my dad found it too deep for people of my age. He expected me to buy something like The Hunger Games. And you know what? I'm glad I got this book, instead of missing out on it.
Not to say that it's necessarily better than The Hunger Games, but I like it. It's based on personal opinion, I suppose. I mean, the idea from the trilogy looks refreshing and interesting-- it somewhat attracted me. Ah :D
Don't miss it, peeps. It's really interesting :D And you'll never get sick of it :D
Nice book, maybe.
Waffle, waffle, waffle.
Oh right, I have a bandage on my knee.
A white, evil bandage.
Ouch, it hurts.
Nao I can't lie on my stomach or it'll burn.
But on the other hand, my sis says it looks cool and hardcore and she feels like getting one too. That's how amazing I am~
Stupid bike, I should have never rode you. You of a sickening orange (and you just had to be my favourite colour!). Ouch, ouch, ouch.
And Tuesdays With Morrie says :
"The feel of those emotions, their texture, their moisture, the shiver down the back, the quick flash of heat that crosses your brain--then he was able to say, 'okay. This is fear. Step away from it. Step away.' "--Quoted, page 104-105
Oh, but seriously, when the pain comes on, it's too fast for you to be able to identify anything. The speed itself. *shudder* Ugh, my knee hurts, but I know it's just mentally. I'll still be able to jump, but it hurts. Sigh. painpainpain~ *whines on incessantly*
I mean, how can you accept Death so easily? It seems too much for me. To be able to think about it so clearly, vividly, that you feel at peace with Death?
Then again, I'm just like an empty container, not yet filled with experience.
I love the book.
The first page drew me in:
A lesson without grades, without books, taught from experience and not theory.
We're Tuesday people.
And they talk about more of life's lessons, how the rushing pace of people affects us and sub-cultures. How you shouldn't be pressured to conform because that's what the society wants you to believe: Women not skinny enough, men no rich enough, students with marks too low.
I wish I could believe and make my own sub-culture, but I'm stuck within the paradox of freewill and prejudice. The veil blinds me with letters, A, B, C, F. Different letters hold a certain impact, a shadow covering your character and personality, a cloak hiding your values.
Branded with the letters, some cower behind it, hoping not to meet discriminating stares while others hold theirs high enough, blocking what offensive remarks that may be made.
Every time I get an A, I don't feel happy. I feel relieved.
waffle waffle waffle.
the banana culture! :D
I read small bits of it along the way since primary school.
The first time, we did a comprehension on it, just a small extract. I read on and found it interesting, I thought it was a case study, a scientific study on illnesses.
I wanted to read more. But I didn't, because it became a dimmed light in my mind, faded to a cracking whisper.
The second time, I saw this quote "Don't let go too soon. But don't hang on too long" from Tuesdays with Morrie and I was enchanted. The book didn't seem like a scientific case study anymore. Perhaps a philosophical case study? But I didn't read it.
The third time, I was wandering about in a bookstore. My sister had vouchers :D so we were just looking around. We were deliberating over whether to buy The Hunger Games--trilogy but I spotted this small pocket book-- Tuesdays with Morrie. And I picked it up. I was going to read it, I was going to buy this intriguing little book. So we left the bookstore happily.
And you can tell what happened after this. I read it, and was surprised to find out that I liked it, although my dad found it too deep for people of my age. He expected me to buy something like The Hunger Games. And you know what? I'm glad I got this book, instead of missing out on it.
Not to say that it's necessarily better than The Hunger Games, but I like it. It's based on personal opinion, I suppose. I mean, the idea from the trilogy looks refreshing and interesting-- it somewhat attracted me. Ah :D
Don't miss it, peeps. It's really interesting :D And you'll never get sick of it :D
Monday, 23 April 2012
Musing-- God of Death
Have you ever thought so much about Death that you got addicted to it?
I have--I am.
It just seems so peculiar as to where we're going after Death, and I can only picture black, darkness and numbness. If Death is such a place, perhaps I want to go there. Still, it's only what we can imagine. But the thought of a place simply being an absence of everything is rather scary.
And it sounds rather tempting. Rather simple, as compared to the restless clockwork of life.
... And it's so simple that it terrifies me. How can one thing be so simple,so straightforward? I don't dare to open my arms and fling myself towards it. It is a lack of faith. An overdose of suspicion, cautiousness.
... Oh bananas. I sound so suicidal and creepy. Let's talk about fluffy ponies and nyan-cats that poop rainbows.
...
oh, bananas. =3=
Montage is due, due, due.
... I forgot what date it was.
Let's write a poem for Meggi :D
I have--I am.
It just seems so peculiar as to where we're going after Death, and I can only picture black, darkness and numbness. If Death is such a place, perhaps I want to go there. Still, it's only what we can imagine. But the thought of a place simply being an absence of everything is rather scary.
And it sounds rather tempting. Rather simple, as compared to the restless clockwork of life.
... And it's so simple that it terrifies me. How can one thing be so simple,so straightforward? I don't dare to open my arms and fling myself towards it. It is a lack of faith. An overdose of suspicion, cautiousness.
... Oh bananas. I sound so suicidal and creepy. Let's talk about fluffy ponies and nyan-cats that poop rainbows.
...
oh, bananas. =3=
Montage is due, due, due.
... I forgot what date it was.
Let's write a poem for Meggi :D
Friday, 20 April 2012
Musings-- we'll keep it there
Supposedly the world is crashing upon you,
and there's no one there left to help you.
One hand strikes out, but there's no point in anything at all.
Do you get tired of getting tired of life?
When there's so much to see, but you're content with your mind's eye flipping through the scrapbook of your worn-out, torn and tattered memories.
This blog is a dangerous place:
Spinning in progress-- the disastrous web of a scarlet, luscious liquid that trickles down hesitantly upon the sides of your throat, clutching at the hesitation stuck in your vocal box.
All I see are screen shots. Profile images, silhouette of people-- past people who waltzed in and out of my life. And some more happy faces, the ones I can never ever understand, the delicate smile that pierces through each layer of mask with despair. But oh, such beauty as well.
Names piece together letter by letter, stringing helplessly along a fragmented rainbow, splintered into a million mirrors.
Kamikorosu , I'll bite you to death.
and there's no one there left to help you.
One hand strikes out, but there's no point in anything at all.
Do you get tired of getting tired of life?
When there's so much to see, but you're content with your mind's eye flipping through the scrapbook of your worn-out, torn and tattered memories.
This blog is a dangerous place:
Spinning in progress-- the disastrous web of a scarlet, luscious liquid that trickles down hesitantly upon the sides of your throat, clutching at the hesitation stuck in your vocal box.
All I see are screen shots. Profile images, silhouette of people-- past people who waltzed in and out of my life. And some more happy faces, the ones I can never ever understand, the delicate smile that pierces through each layer of mask with despair. But oh, such beauty as well.
Names piece together letter by letter, stringing helplessly along a fragmented rainbow, splintered into a million mirrors.
Kamikorosu , I'll bite you to death.
Tuesday, 10 April 2012
Musings --absence of oxygen
And the absence of oxygen is nothing more than a muted silence, falling into an abyss of darkness where flickering fireflies dance about.
The mere breath that shoots across the onyx backdrop of wishes, landing as sparks that struggle to return to the adventure of thrill and wonder.
Sinking is but a desire to fallfallfall and never resurface to face the merry-go-round of life.
The mere breath that shoots across the onyx backdrop of wishes, landing as sparks that struggle to return to the adventure of thrill and wonder.
Sinking is but a desire to fallfallfall and never resurface to face the merry-go-round of life.
Saturday, 7 April 2012
Wednesday, 4 April 2012
Musings --4 April 2012
you have to learn what is right, and what is wrong.
it is the sudden nostalgic feeling of warmth, huddling in my parents' room, on the mattress on the floor. The light is dimmed, compared to the everyday life wherein it's just too bright and you can see everything clearly. too clearly. My bare feet rubs against the rather furry bedsheet and tries to derive some warmth from the action, although my senses are tinkling at the cooling breeze. my hair is still wet, dripping--rather, and the pillows are stacked under my body, clustered around me. it feels like the past, when we were all so young and carefree. i sigh, and a Hatsune Miku song is playing in the background. from y to y. a soothing melody that erases my flaws and errors and i am lost in it, a hypnotic trance-like state. i groan inwardly upon thinking of the busy schedule tomorrow and it's too clustered. my word document is still open, the flashing tab pleading me to just type something, anything in.
i grin at how it is simply impossible for me to bear a grudge against someone for long. it is the characteristic of a karakuri pierrot. there is no need for me to wear a mask anymore, for it has already been stuck firmly to the contours of my face. a smile that used to be unnatural has already been so frequently flashed that it does not matter what the emotions are inside.
i am an imperfection, one that was born a defect and forever like that. i glance at my seniors and somehow, i am reminded that they are going to leave anyway. people will come and go, and i will too. there was a sudden train of thought that erupted in my mind in the afternoon, on the train.
i hate this place. after six years of misery and forever being alone, i'm still stuck to this clumsy and irritating shell, it hates me. i hate it too but we can only depend upon each other to survive. i thought it would be a change but in the end it doesn't matter because i'm just going to live through another four years. and then two, probably five later before dying away.
it never does really matter. sometimes i wonder about my own existence. what am i? why am i here? am i just another puppet? is this a parody of me?
a quote from Finding Nemo, that I still blurt out at times,
"Curse you aqua-scum!"
Awepic.
sigh. i know i shouldn't be feeling stress-- what is this year anyway? isn't supposed to be the most slack year? where should i be getting the stress from anyway? it's undeserved and if i'm going to point break at this point, i'm just useless. i shouldn't be having stress. i don't deserve to claim that i'm stressed, because i'm not supposed to have.
i need hersheys.
alice is so cute :D
and she likes hersheys too. :D
it is the sudden nostalgic feeling of warmth, huddling in my parents' room, on the mattress on the floor. The light is dimmed, compared to the everyday life wherein it's just too bright and you can see everything clearly. too clearly. My bare feet rubs against the rather furry bedsheet and tries to derive some warmth from the action, although my senses are tinkling at the cooling breeze. my hair is still wet, dripping--rather, and the pillows are stacked under my body, clustered around me. it feels like the past, when we were all so young and carefree. i sigh, and a Hatsune Miku song is playing in the background. from y to y. a soothing melody that erases my flaws and errors and i am lost in it, a hypnotic trance-like state. i groan inwardly upon thinking of the busy schedule tomorrow and it's too clustered. my word document is still open, the flashing tab pleading me to just type something, anything in.
i grin at how it is simply impossible for me to bear a grudge against someone for long. it is the characteristic of a karakuri pierrot. there is no need for me to wear a mask anymore, for it has already been stuck firmly to the contours of my face. a smile that used to be unnatural has already been so frequently flashed that it does not matter what the emotions are inside.
i am an imperfection, one that was born a defect and forever like that. i glance at my seniors and somehow, i am reminded that they are going to leave anyway. people will come and go, and i will too. there was a sudden train of thought that erupted in my mind in the afternoon, on the train.
i hate this place. after six years of misery and forever being alone, i'm still stuck to this clumsy and irritating shell, it hates me. i hate it too but we can only depend upon each other to survive. i thought it would be a change but in the end it doesn't matter because i'm just going to live through another four years. and then two, probably five later before dying away.
it never does really matter. sometimes i wonder about my own existence. what am i? why am i here? am i just another puppet? is this a parody of me?
a quote from Finding Nemo, that I still blurt out at times,
"Curse you aqua-scum!"
Awepic.
sigh. i know i shouldn't be feeling stress-- what is this year anyway? isn't supposed to be the most slack year? where should i be getting the stress from anyway? it's undeserved and if i'm going to point break at this point, i'm just useless. i shouldn't be having stress. i don't deserve to claim that i'm stressed, because i'm not supposed to have.
i need hersheys.
alice is so cute :D
and she likes hersheys too. :D
Thursday, 29 March 2012
Musings -- Toys trollolololol
I was just thinking...
You know how children's toys are designed by adults?
It just doesn't seem right. After all, an adult doesn't know what children like, do they?
...
Then again, letting a 7 year-old design something might be difficult.
You know how children's toys are designed by adults?
It just doesn't seem right. After all, an adult doesn't know what children like, do they?
...
Then again, letting a 7 year-old design something might be difficult.
Tuesday, 20 March 2012
Musings --20March2012
ahhh.
it's been so long, so horribly long since i really listened to 'collide' by howie day.
it's so peaceful. the room is silent and rather peaceful and i feel as though the world is falling, tilting, sinking deeply into another world of darkness.
the light is bright (i think perhaps it would be good for me to install a night-light, but that's digressing.)
i'm really confused right now, a little in denial at how my work for 'iridescent' has turned out. part of me says, 'that's enough, seriously. stop editing.' and the other? 'just edit it. now.' (Edit: I really need to edit it already. It's too... out of point)
i'm rather content with how the story is already...
soooooo i should start with another story.
yes, nut, yours. i'm fretting over the plot now. it's so forced and unnatural. like it's just there cause i want it to be there.
i look at the class photos of last year and it stuns me.
so many faces, unfamiliar yet so recognizable. i let my hand hover over it for a few moments. egg's like her, alright, i decide in my twisted mindset.
joanna and i were going from classroom to classroom, just pretending to be stalkers with that dao staring look and finally laughing like mad before continuing until we got to our own class. and with that 'mantou look here' incident... we got overboard, but the teacher didn't really care.
-grins-
sorry bee, i don't think i can go for the alumni thingy because of block tests next week.
i hope you're not mad at me for not holding to my word.
es is pressurizing. story telling competition, we were enthu and they said we overdid it, laughing at inappropriate times (i didn't think there was ever an inappropriate time for laughing.). and we were noisy, disturbing the rest. puffy white marshmallows, are supposed to be demure, quiet, mature and conservative, you'd say? i beg to differ. that behaviour is restrictive, plastic and hypocritical. we didn't overdo anything, in my opinion. ahh, those words are so going to get me in trouble if anyone from es sees this.
home econs, pricked my fingers seven times. ouch. tried to sew back something because everyone was busy, pricked myself again and there was blood. not very pretty, i'd say.
does blood taste metallic? how does metal taste like? rusted? or like those metal spoons we have at home?
... i'll go google it later.
ollie
it's been so long, so horribly long since i really listened to 'collide' by howie day.
it's so peaceful. the room is silent and rather peaceful and i feel as though the world is falling, tilting, sinking deeply into another world of darkness.
the light is bright (i think perhaps it would be good for me to install a night-light, but that's digressing.)
i'm really confused right now, a little in denial at how my work for 'iridescent' has turned out. part of me says, 'that's enough, seriously. stop editing.' and the other? 'just edit it. now.' (Edit: I really need to edit it already. It's too... out of point)
i'm rather content with how the story is already...
soooooo i should start with another story.
yes, nut, yours. i'm fretting over the plot now. it's so forced and unnatural. like it's just there cause i want it to be there.
i look at the class photos of last year and it stuns me.
so many faces, unfamiliar yet so recognizable. i let my hand hover over it for a few moments. egg's like her, alright, i decide in my twisted mindset.
joanna and i were going from classroom to classroom, just pretending to be stalkers with that dao staring look and finally laughing like mad before continuing until we got to our own class. and with that 'mantou look here' incident... we got overboard, but the teacher didn't really care.
-grins-
sorry bee, i don't think i can go for the alumni thingy because of block tests next week.
i hope you're not mad at me for not holding to my word.
es is pressurizing. story telling competition, we were enthu and they said we overdid it, laughing at inappropriate times (i didn't think there was ever an inappropriate time for laughing.). and we were noisy, disturbing the rest. puffy white marshmallows, are supposed to be demure, quiet, mature and conservative, you'd say? i beg to differ. that behaviour is restrictive, plastic and hypocritical. we didn't overdo anything, in my opinion. ahh, those words are so going to get me in trouble if anyone from es sees this.
home econs, pricked my fingers seven times. ouch. tried to sew back something because everyone was busy, pricked myself again and there was blood. not very pretty, i'd say.
does blood taste metallic? how does metal taste like? rusted? or like those metal spoons we have at home?
... i'll go google it later.
ollie
Friday, 2 March 2012
Musings --So this is reality.
This is reality, apparently.
Cracked up, broken.
But it glitters, still.
Tuesday, 28 February 2012
Musings --Sadly, yes.
Happy leap-year-day.
Sigh, so much to do and yet I'm slacking off. Well, it's my resting period before I put on my armor and charge mindlessly at the stack of homework.
... There's so much to write. For ES, I have to submit either a poem, prose or any other kinds of writing for the Montage edition. And sadly, it will get booted out by the editorial team. Helium's so awesome, she'll get in for sure. It'll be fun to see what she writes. :D
Also, there's this kind of competition thingy that requires us to write, every class has to have two participants. I don't know what to write, and it has to revolve around a certain strange word... That, will be a challenge.
Also the FPSP, it will be interesting, but I am a little afraid of the outcome. Will it work? I mean, it sounds so addictive, yet with a hint of difficulty within. How can I express my character's thoughts when they are muses and when I'm in charge of keeping the secret until the end?
Three writings. Deadlines. Dramatic tension.
... I'll try my best.
Ollie can do it! ^^
Sigh, so much to do and yet I'm slacking off. Well, it's my resting period before I put on my armor and charge mindlessly at the stack of homework.
... There's so much to write. For ES, I have to submit either a poem, prose or any other kinds of writing for the Montage edition. And sadly, it will get booted out by the editorial team. Helium's so awesome, she'll get in for sure. It'll be fun to see what she writes. :D
Also, there's this kind of competition thingy that requires us to write, every class has to have two participants. I don't know what to write, and it has to revolve around a certain strange word... That, will be a challenge.
Also the FPSP, it will be interesting, but I am a little afraid of the outcome. Will it work? I mean, it sounds so addictive, yet with a hint of difficulty within. How can I express my character's thoughts when they are muses and when I'm in charge of keeping the secret until the end?
Three writings. Deadlines. Dramatic tension.
... I'll try my best.
Ollie can do it! ^^
Saturday, 25 February 2012
Musings -- there are some kind people in the world, after all.
:)
Alerted them of a missing thumb drive and people from different levels replied.
It was just a small message from a junior, someone they didn't even know, yet they still replied.
Dear Ollie...
It was endearing and yet so cute.
To be serious, I didn't expect them to actually answer. :)
What the fish is Euler's number? I can't believe it actually exists.
Ha. :)
and i is an imaginary number.
1 is the first number for most sequences...
0 is the first non positive whole number.
Pi is an irrational number and people celebrate Pi day.
e... is an irrational periodic number.
I still don't get it... TT^TT
Alerted them of a missing thumb drive and people from different levels replied.
It was just a small message from a junior, someone they didn't even know, yet they still replied.
Dear Ollie...
It was endearing and yet so cute.
To be serious, I didn't expect them to actually answer. :)
What the fish is Euler's number? I can't believe it actually exists.
Ha. :)
and i is an imaginary number.
1 is the first number for most sequences...
0 is the first non positive whole number.
Pi is an irrational number and people celebrate Pi day.
e... is an irrational periodic number.
I still don't get it... TT^TT
Friday, 17 February 2012
What is a song to you?
我真的，好想为你唱一首歌曲。
I really want to sing for you.
似乎，如果不唱出爱情的曲子，就会很痛苦。
It's almost as though not confessing will leave me in pain.
但，又一点儿害怕被拒绝。
And the fear of rejection that pricks my skin.
只好，憋住，忍着，把它困在心中。
I'll just have to keep it within my heart.
远远地爱着你。
And love you from afar.
KYAH! It's like, almost every single post has to have some Chinese in it! I, am suffering. From an acute loss of ENGLISH!!!! I know it sounds so weird and wrong... But still...
AND WHAT'S WORSE IS THAT MY CHINESE IS HORRIBLE~
TT^TT sighs.
Listening to Packaged by Hatsune Miku, remembers chat with Mantou.
Mantou's so cute!
But sad as well. Just as I am. And you know what?
She reminds me of all the 全家福 ppl mixed into one.
I see F-A's sadness within her.
I see Egg's sarcasm within her.
I see Ken's gracefulness.
I see Brigitte's cool attitude in her.
I see RT's sheepish smile.
I see Nut's maturity within her.
I see Phoebe's hesitation within her.
And of course, Char's C-pop fangirling inside her.
It feels quite wrong; why am I replacing all of them with her?
And now I'm presented with the choice to form another family portrait.
I don't want to let go.
But it's really, silly to keep hanging on.
Should I?
songs. words. meanings. love. emotions. catchy. related. messages. melody.
ah. keep. it. there. and. start. the. spark. for. me.
can. you. hear. the. melody. i've. been. singing. out.?. does. it. reach. you.?.
songs. words. meanings. love. emotions. catchy. related. messages. melody.
ah. keep. it. there. and. start. the. spark. for. me.
can. you. hear. the. melody. i've. been. singing. out.?. does. it. reach. you.?.
Wednesday, 15 February 2012
Musings --Huh?
Sometimes I just don't see my purpose in life. It seems so foggy. Just as how doubt is clouding over my head.
Sometimes I wonder if what I'm doing really is pointless.
And then I just finally realise that I don't belong anywhere.
Because all I do, is just to cause trouble and hurt to people.
So then, what is my purpose in life?
If it's to hurt people, maybe I should just go and die.
Today's exhibition was disappointing; I hadn't expected an empty room with no one but us. And as hard as I tried to pull people in, all I did was to cause trouble. So I mused over and over again in a corner.
And I really missed my friends. The bright light was too revealing for my liking and it was just too cold. The sound of rain beating against the windows was disturbingly morbid. As though it fueled my suicidal thoughts.
Sometimes I wonder if what I'm doing really is pointless.
And then I just finally realise that I don't belong anywhere.
Because all I do, is just to cause trouble and hurt to people.
So then, what is my purpose in life?
If it's to hurt people, maybe I should just go and die.
Today's exhibition was disappointing; I hadn't expected an empty room with no one but us. And as hard as I tried to pull people in, all I did was to cause trouble. So I mused over and over again in a corner.
And I really missed my friends. The bright light was too revealing for my liking and it was just too cold. The sound of rain beating against the windows was disturbingly morbid. As though it fueled my suicidal thoughts.
Friday, 3 February 2012
Musings-- Reality is boring, admit it.
Where is the thrill in our lives?
The excitement, adventure?
Eventually spinning out a new legend for ourselves.
--
In the movies.
--
How to get into a movie?
--
Movies are fake.
It's just imagination!
--
Hm, so where to get an extra bout of inspiration?
--
Maybe if we were in the future, we'll be able to buy inspiration!
And it's like a stimulating incident that continues forever until we die or want to get out!
--
Inspiration can't be bought!
It's for ourselves only, originality!
--
Non, imagine a good composition.
--
It is sold for inspiration for greater compo.
--
Yes! But the better compo is built on the original one.
It's not INSPIRATION!
--
Pfft, it's just a copy, and edited copy.
This topic proves to be useless.
--
So... where do I get inspiration now?
The excitement, adventure?
Eventually spinning out a new legend for ourselves.
--
In the movies.
--
How to get into a movie?
--
Movies are fake.
It's just imagination!
--
Hm, so where to get an extra bout of inspiration?
--
Maybe if we were in the future, we'll be able to buy inspiration!
And it's like a stimulating incident that continues forever until we die or want to get out!
--
Inspiration can't be bought!
It's for ourselves only, originality!
--
Non, imagine a good composition.
--
It is sold for inspiration for greater compo.
--
Yes! But the better compo is built on the original one.
It's not INSPIRATION!
--
Pfft, it's just a copy, and edited copy.
This topic proves to be useless.
--
So... where do I get inspiration now?
Wednesday, 1 February 2012
Musings --sunken ship
Somehow or rather, I find myself sinking.
I thought I was treading gently on the water surface, but that was just an illusion.
I thought I was treading gently on the water surface, but that was just an illusion.
Monday, 30 January 2012
Philosophical musings...
"Remind me again, why am I taking Japanese?"
"Because... Ah! It's like a quest! Of utmost importance!"
"...Hm."
"Y-yeah! And you'll have to save the princess! So you have to continue with this 'quest'!"
"Screw her. XD"
All those thoughts going through my mind during Japanese. And I still wonder... Well, it seems that whenever I'm trying to complete something, I tend to say to myself that it's a 'quest' and go on about meaningless details ; who I'm going to have to save, what I need to defeat...
I'm really that childish, huh?
おやすみ!
おっィエーちゃん
I'm not sure if I wrote it correctly... T^T
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