short, random, sketchy post

Wow.
I've blogged thus far.

So many posts.

My first post was on Pencils, on 7 October 2011.

It's been about a year and more since.

Wow.

That, is amazing.

:)

YAY I AM BLOGGING AGAIN

how did you guys miss me

anyway. I have been watching some random China drama (apparently their Chinese standard is better than other- rather expected, though) and it's about the era when there were dynasties and I think it was 清朝 with   雍正皇帝 or something :D And it's quite funny, amusing when they quarrel. But the way they fight- it's just BURN BWAHAHAHA because they're really good at secretly hurting people, hinting things and beating around the bush and stuff. And there was this one scene: XD

松公公：奴才最该万死！
皇帝：不必了，你这种人死一回便足够了。

And the concubines actually have ranks and whatnot! And they always say things like, "这是自然的" and "都怪 臣妾/奴婢 嘴笨" and also "失宠了". It's quite funny I think I can reply to people aptly with these lines.

Friends: Why am I always the one chosen D:
Me: 这是自然的。

Friends: You shouldn't have said that!
Me: 都怪奴婢嘴笨。

Friends: I'm so bored. My friend just abandoned me.
Me: 失宠了，失宠了。

Friends: Would you like coffee?
Me: 那是自然的。

Friends: What are you doing- what?
Me: 这是自然的。

Friends: Why don't you ever go out?
Me: 这是自然的。

Friends: Oh, you don't say.
Me: 这是自然的。

Friends: Why do you have a- potato on your table-
Me: 这是自然的。

Mom: Go do your homework.
Me: 如今，我竟然落到了这个下场，失宠了。失宠了。

Wait, what? Anyway, that was just to prove my point that you can practically answer every single question with "这是自然的。" No matter how weird it sounds.
...

This is when you stretch your arms across walls and continents and pat my back before unplugging my computer. And then you will whisper, "it's time to stop posting."

the pencil is mightier than the charcoal. still.

i've been drawing a lot recently and i suspect i'm going through some kinda phase.

first it was folding stars, then the paper flowers and then the hearts.
And now it's the stars. again.

what is with me and folding papery stuff now.
idek exactly.

but back to the topic. i'm drawing. a lot. and that's not exactly good. because well. it kinda eats into my time and when i start drawing i can't really stop.

after eoys i'm going on a drawing spree. whee.
but anyway.

yeah. so i've 'designed' the dresses for the "if (cca) were to be a dress" album. so far--

2 ES dresses (but the first design was crappy)
1 Modern Dance dress
1 String Ensemble dress

i think i might do the Chinese Dance dress if. well. if there's really a spare period when the teacher's not exactly talking about the point at hand. or maybe another ES dress.
it's fun, but sometimes you can get stuck because you don't really know about that cca but still, it's your general impression of it anyway.

yeah. and i don't really want to waste my sketch book's pages by randomly doodling. so well. i'm trying out a more shading kinda style.

yeah i know how this sounds so ridiculous, especially when i've got eoys around me and all.

but anyway i like pencils. sure, charcoal is good for shading, but pencil is neater and more available and i've not really used charcoal before but i think it's rather hard to erase? so you have to- like- be very decisive on what you want to draw and stuff. and besides, freshly sharpened pencils smell a little like books but more... how do you say it. nice. well. it's just a kinda metallic crisp argh i don't know how to describe it.

yeah. pencils are beautiful.

my mom is really irritating sometimes even though i try to tolerate her, you know. i mean, idek why but it's like she's intent on making me do things i don't wanna do and i try to be nice and speak all gently but yeah and then she gets too sensitive and say that i hurt her when she's said more hurting phrases to me but.

pencils.
and then loon introduced this website of many, many beautiful words so i thought.
well.
dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com
it's full of words.
beautiful words.

if being a nerd means being in love with words then-
oh of course i am a nerd whaddya think i was.

so there.

blooger?

Oh god I hate that "please prove you're a robot thing"

It's really stupid and kinda makes you want to question:

WHY ON EARTH WOULD THERE BE A ROBOT.
(haha, pun noted.)

And you start to question the authenticity of the country's sanity and whether your whole life is a big, miserable lie. You start questioning your existence, whether this was just a whole big dream and you were actually a robot--

but hey! A dream within a dream! Dreamception~

So anyway, getting back to the irritating thing.
I had a horrible experience with it. I accidentally typed "s" instead of "e" and it went all:

"PLEASE TRY AGAIN. ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE NOT A ROBOT? THE CODES DON'T MATCH"

Oh goodness, please! Wouldn't it be more likely for a robot to get it right instead of a human? I mean, humans have flaws. Robots are programmed to do stuff! So technically, they're much more... inclined to get the right things! And humans have horrible eyesight!

So there.
I'll do a more detailed rant later.
rawr.

LONDON OLYMPICS! <3
Let there be Quidditch! 

Another sketch design blah

Drawn on 9 June 2012.

Uploaded 26 June 2012.

Drawn (time): In the middle of the night

Drawn with: Pencil (and a trusty eraser)

Time taken: 35+ minutes

I'm a huge idiot.

I'm just grinning, still grinning. And it's really weird. :D

In my parent's room, where Dad is still snoring away and I has managed to complete the Japanese homework.

This is awesome. It's the truth--those words are still pounding in my head.

EILUN AND JERNANA ARE AWAKE.

AWAKE.

CRAZY PEOPLE.

LIKE ME.

CRAZY PEOPLE LIKE ME AWAKE.

This is bliss.

I don't know why, but I just feel so awesome. And so idiotic at the same time.
I miss all of you too :D

It's 2 in the morning, last day of hols. Sad, sad, sad. But there'll be school. And CCA.

CCA is my second family. Even school can't beat that. Even though I keep complaining about CCA, there's a part of me that'll forever think, "Hell yeah, we're awepic. We're unique, a crazy bunch of weirdos who fit together."

Even though sometimes CCA is tough and all that crap or bullshit, it's still so fun and happy. Despite all the people that make me go haywire inside and there's loads of chunks of wtf messages around my brain (we should research it one day), they make me feel complete, like I have the right to be crazy.

I'm listening to Onerepublic's "Come Home" and it makes me want to cry. Remembering all the times in P6, all those secret moments of fangirling and pretending to be someone else. I think I carried on the calm facade just because it was who I was in school.

So, come home, come home, come home.


I want to go home. I miss CCA. But I remind myself that I'm already home, in my heart.

I'm home.

NYES. I love you. :D

Clarissa
Eilun
Jerlyn
YanYan
Megan
Isabel
WuFan

Crazy ES batch of 2012. :D

I love you all so much. I really do.

Even I don't feel this much for my class (TRAITOR!!!!).

Maybe I'm just dreaming out loud.
Until then.
Come home.
Come home.
Come home.

LOVE LOVE LOVE

:D 

"I SAY THAT CHEESE BURGERS SHOULD COST MORE THAN GOLD!" -facepalm-

I was buying cheese burgers and was walking past a jewellery shop. Then I thought about someone robbing me of money (y'know, the standard "money or your life" gag) and I hugged the cheese burger tighter. Then it came to me...

Me: I think cheese burgers should cost more than gold. Why do people even want to buy gold anyway? It's useless. It just sits around there--not fluffy or cute--and sparkles. While the cheese burger can sustain life, the gold just sits there doing nothing. Why do people think that gold should cost a lot?

Sis: Well, people like gold. And besides, it's a rare metal that needs to be dug up from the ground.

Me: But it doesn't do anything! And it's pretty much useless. Why do people even bother digging them up? Shouldn't cheese burger be of a higher value? Why are they so cheap? I'm not complaining, of course, just... isn't it weird?

Sis: Well, if you put it that way, most humans are weird. Perhaps it's because it's very rare and pretty, can be used for decorative purposes? Besides, people have already set the standards. Gold is worth a lot of money, even if it just sits there and do nothing.

Me: ... Still, if we're actually talking about decorative art or something like that, a few twigs and leaves can do the trick, right? Why do they want something that... that...is completely useless? The cheese burger can sustain human lives!

Sis: Still, gold is bright coloured and it's prettier. Look at carvings on gold--don't they look exquisite and intricate? Whereas twigs are of a darker shade of brown, hence it's much more difficult to spot the patterns--if you ever did carve into them. That's why gold is much more favoured.

Me: ... But gold is useless. And it causes war and trouble. It causes greed. Whereas the cheese burger makes people happy!

Sis: But after you eat it, it's gone, isn't it? Look at a cheese burger and gold. The cheese burger will rot soon, while the gold can last a long time.

Me: Then, talking in rarity, the cheese burger wins!

Sis : ... -facepalm-

Aaaaand, the winner is...

CHEESE BURGER!

TEAM CHEESE BURGER, WHOO! :D

... we ate it anyway.

"So, I don't literally--well, it doesn't make sense but--get anything but the fact that people are judging me. It's like, all the time--" "Aren't you judging them, too?"

Was having a chat with wise old dad.

Me: So, um, there was this 'Character Development' module or something like that and, um, well. They just asked this question about what I thought about this line, "Character is what you are in the dark."
So I said that, "It means that in the darkest of times, in the face of adversity--it sounds weird but--what you truly are." and the teacher was staring at me strangely then she said, "Uh, interesting thinking, you have there."

Dad: Hm. Then there's something wrong with your interpretation of things.

Me: Nonononononononono. I--just I don't--it's not wrong. It's up to interpretation of matters, so there's practically nothing wrong with my statement. She was like staring at me weirdly and then she asked another student. It was like, she was trying to get a correct answer! Then the student said, "I think it means character is what you are when no one's watching."
So I don't quite get it when the teacher said, "Yes, that would be it." Like it was a model answer. That question was practically up to interpretation and--it might be a strange way of expressing herself but-- it's not like, Math, where everything is definite. And when she said, "that would be it.", it felt as though everything has a correct answer--

Dad shakes his head.

Dad: I think you don't really have much exposure in this area.

Me: But I've actually had lots of talks like this and on instinct, I just answered it. I've gone through lots of lessons when they say that "Character is what you are when no one's watching" and yet I just answered it in this way. That's strange. And it's like, they expect you to think that way, so she was shocked when she heard my different answer. Isn't that so... condemning? Like, they're teaching moral educations with a standard model answer--that doesn't sound right. Uh... it's like, they want to structure our brains in this way that...we'll think the same answer?

Dad: I think it's because you haven't got enough depth in this area, like you're still amateur at trying to--

Me: There is no difference in level of interpretation. Like... umm, if... well... if someone says, "The curtains were blue" and another person--supposedly of higher intellect-- says, "The blue curtains represented the writer's angst" and all that stuff, I suppose people would say that he's better at interpretation, isn't it? But maybe the writer just meant that the curtains were friggin blue. In fact, interpretation is up to everyone of us. It depends on what we relate to.

But the thing is. I think the teacher was judging me. It's like, a random strange student just says something out of the norm and then--

Dad: But aren't you judging her?

Me: ... nonononononononono. I'm just--

Dad: Look, it just depends on everyone's background and cultural preference. What are you trying to say? That you disagree with the statement "Character is what you are when no one's watching"?

Me:... Hm. Not exactly. But I don't really get how that can happen. I mean, like, in the dark, we can still all see, right? It's not like pitch black dark.

Dad: That was not literal.

Me: Oh. But anyway, there's still a pair of eyes watching you! I mean, it can't be--

Dad: See, so you believe in the existence of a God that's watching you.

Me: That's not what I meant. I meant that you'd still be watching yourself, out of fear of the possibility of someone still watching you. It's like, you're watching yourself.

Dad: But for that moment, you'd still be yourself, won't you?

Me: Butbutbut. Look, you'd be yourself for just a moment, then you'd turn back to your... fake self and it gets kinda confusing like who is your real self? And then it--

Dad: That's only for someone as confusing as you.

Me: Not true! Sometimes you get so caught up in being fake that you'd... you'd--I don't know--forget yourself? And in the other case, in the case of adversity, you'd choose, won't you? Like Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew--the main focus is on Peter, of course. He chose to help Voldy and--

Dad: Who are they?

Me:... Uhh, some people. So anyway, the words "Character is what you are" were in black and the background was white while the words "in the dark" were white in black background and that kinda led to me thinking that it was a candle in the dark. Kinda like hope or faith, right?

Wait, what am I talking about? But anyway, I still don't quite get how people instinctively react to this... statement as nobody seeing you. I mean, in the dark, no one is watching you, but can't they be hearing?

Dad: It's not literal.

Me: Butbutbut. Aargh, so I don't get why my interpretation is wrong.

Dad: I never said your interpretation was wrong.

Me: You said there was something wrong with my interpretation of things.

Dad: I wanted to say that it all depended on your cultural background and what your values are and all that.

Me: ...

Dad: Eh, drink your soyabean. We're leaving.

My dad is awesome. :D
he keeps reminding me how stupid I am TAT

Jerry and I are getting married. Now, where to find cabbages... jk,jk :D

Post-it ノート: .______.

Imagine how a gangsta walks like.

NOW WITH 120% MORE SWINGABLE ARMS!

That's what I did.

*swing* *swing* *swing* *swing* *swing*

I am bursting with ideas. And yet unable to write them down. I am able to picture them, but not pen them down. This is disastrous.

And facilitating sessions... I really, really don't want to use 'Twilight' as an example. Sigh.

HP fanvirus still going strong.

Post-it ノート: Because it's just asdfghjkl cute ♥

HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO THE CUTE FLUFFEH NYANCAT YOU EVILEVILEVILEVILEVIL!

</3

heart shatters.

More shameless publicity! :D

Okay, so... umm, I'm trying out something new here. *shamelessly publicizes a book give away~*

So, um, well, look to the right of the blog and you can see a list of blogs. See them? Now, squint a little and you'll notice that there's a blog names "Bookcase to Heaven".

So, here's the deal! Sel (owner of "Bookcase to Heaven") is holding a kinda book giveaway thingy.

Her blog URL : Bookcase to Heaven
And her blog post regarding the giveaway: Bookcase to Heaven: book giveaway '12

So please do visit her and hopefully you'll win a book...?

Here, have some of Grandma Waffle's waffles :D

Yay~ publicity over!

...
um, no yay? :D

I'm horrible with this.

Dedicated to Jernana

Oh god.

I well, kinda, remembered that it was Jernana's birthday yesterday and I had somehow managed to stumble away for some unknown reason--out of my life and consciousness (I swear that stupid unicorn song managed to hypnotise me into donut land for no reason)

Okay. I kinda wanted to make up for it but I don't really know how. T.T

JERNANA! HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY! ♥♥♥

Okay, that doesn't seem as fair to Eilun... So...
Jerry, share half of it with Eilun :D

Yay~

So I created tagline for both of you~

Eilun's one: EILUN--JUST WHAT THE DOCTOR ORDERED 
Jernana's one: JERNANA--THE ONLY SOLUTION

:D
yay~~~ :D
Oh yeah, some of the words are randomly highlighted to celebrate the yellowism.

So here's the cheer:

All the red, blue and purple wanna be like me,
YELLOWISM~ :D

For more yellowism, click here: YELLOWISM FRENZY

Sankiew!

Here, have a Banana-flavoured waffle :D

Memes. ORLY.

I feel like I've been wafting in and out of my life.

I think some of the days have escaped to somewhere...

T.T

'designed' a costume, may get to putting it up on the blog...

I feel really horrible.

I ran out of Milo.
And I'm too lazy to get some more...

Quoting Faye-Anne,

"JUST CROSS THE DAMN ROAD!"

I feel kinda... weird. My dear daughter has grown up... :'D sniffles. That was so epic. :D
At last, when we came to the photo session, my frog went to photobomb almost every single picture... Good job frog :D Awesomeness overload~ (P.S. I didn't make it go around and photobomb every single picture. It... just did. )

Karaoke machines need more Miku songs.
Lalalala.

♫♫♫ PINK FLUFFEH UNICORNS DANCING ON RAINBOWS ♫♫♫


Some times, I wonder...
What if other seniors looked at my blog...
Y'know, it's kinda scary.
OUR CCA NEEDS A CANON PAIRING! And a non-canon one :D
I'm kinda deciding on which meme faces (like Derp and Derpina, y'know) our reading group seniors fit...

*pauses*

... Well, I bet you Jernana will be the 'LOL' face...

*pauses*

I don't really feel like confessing my crimes on the net. *evil eye glints maliciously*

*pauses*

Oh gosh, not the Harry Potter fanvirus again. =3=

*pauses*

But our CCA really needs a canon pairing.

and a non canon one!!! ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

... No, Jernana, you don't really look like this ^... I think that one's Clarinet.

^ this one is Eilun.

Yes, ^this shall have to be Jernana, until  I find a suitable one. 

YanQi will be : (^^;;)

Wu Fan: (as expected, cat lover :D)

Megan:

Isabelle: (I didn't really know...)

And I am...

Yay~

That's all. I think I'll watch that gruesome Chinese movie now...

Yay :D

Post-it ノート: OH WHY.

Listening to: Baby Maniacs by Hatsune Miku

...
I feel like I've gotten a hangover.

I dreamt that I had a wand.
A real wand.
Black wand.
And I was doing levitation spells with it.

Ahhh, that was so cool.

And then (still in the dream), I wondered if they would catch me because I'm not legal to do spells outside hogwarts.

But it was so fun.

I'm forgetting the dream now.

WHY.

神のお母さん
*hint Phoeeb Nut hint*

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Yay, now I have been magically revived...

Yesh, there will be no more failed codings!

I shall speak in-- hopefully-- good English and present to you my upcoming play.

Why, I am indeed feeling rather egoistic right now. :D
That is never a good sign, but oh, what can I do?
/egomoment/

I have really no idea what my new play is going to be called, but it may be a little crude and offending.
/stares around furtively/

Hm, but let's have a look at how it's like till now.

Cutscenes:

♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫

MICHAELA

What? Oh, hello, Mason.

MASON [swiftly grabs the cigarette from CATHY]

Oh, hello there. You know it isn't good for you, Cathy.

CATHY

Since when did you give a damn about me? Give me back the damned cigarette you--

MASON

What will it be this time? "Moronic idiot"? That still sounds hilarious.

CATHY [mumbling]

Filthy mongrel.

 ♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫

MINDY

Aunt Caaaaaathy!

CATHY

What now, Min-Min? And I'm not deaf.

MINDY [scowls]

No more calling me that! Where's Daddy?

CATHY [in a subdued voice]

Killing people.

[aloud]

Oh, he's working.

♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫

Okay, that's it.

I can't reveal any more of the failure-of-a-play  them because it would spoil the whole plot and they aren't really... sensitive parts so it should be okay! :D

/realises what I said/

oh...

/shudders/

I hope that doesn't mean that the rest of the failure-of-a- play is... censored...

...

oh what have I done.

/ego crushed/

Everything is going to be "bad translator"-ed

THIS IS GOING TO BE A RANDOM POST ABOUT BAD TRANSLATORS.

Why, some people do post about "a list of guest artists".

Ahem, I have no sponsor by the way. This blog is not sponsored. I thought that was clear enough.

You, you what? I am the rightful owner of this blog, of this blog! How dare you!

What "Knights of Code"? And "Process"? Are you a robot--wait, you are a programme.

AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY "this kind of work"?

"On a dark and stormy night" is how we usually start our stories. But as it seem. You are not usual.

No, and I will never install it. NEVER. 

When I am--what. I am not going to install "e" or whatever it is. Also, "NEVER" rules out the possibility of actually installing whatever that crap is. T.T

Facepalm.

_________UN"BAD TRANSLATOR"-ABLE LINE_______

Okay, *glances around furtively* 

Good.

T.T

Just don't... 'palm' your computer screen in a bid to "palm page".

T.T

okay. :D

THIS IS THE 123th POST :D:D

WHEEEEEEEE

harharhar. 

This was so funny~ 

I should do this some other time. :D

Ollie~ :D

Shameless advertising :D

Okay.

So here.

Well, Brig asked me to help her advertise her blogshop :D

So here's the URL: https://www.facebook.com/partaerawkbs

AND SUSCRIBE/ADD HER AS FRIEND PLEASE :D

yay, my job is done~

If you have done as mentioned above...

HAVE A BANANA FLAVOURED COOKIE :D

credits belong to some person who I don't know :D
But it's a cute pic :D
shamelessly advertising "emo love" as well~

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I ATE THE COOKIE. TOO LATE :D

Wow, such a colourful post :D

More shuffle quizzes and a touch of fanvirus :D

I'mma following Clarinet's post :D

Credits to whoever who created this template thingy :D



1. First song is my overall theme song
If I Die Young-- The Band Perry.
Uhh.... EARLY DEATH! *le gasp* But it's a nice song and it's based on an awesome poem. So I don't mind~! Now I get an excuse to buy more satin~ Ooh, silky fabric. :D


2. Second Song plays when I see my friends
Tell Your World-- Hatsune Miku. 
ZOMB. I LOVE THIS SONG :D ... am I thanking them for making me... me...? T.T 


3. Third is the wedding song
Stereo Hearts-- Gym Class Heroes.
 ... Ooh, kinky. >:D Lol, but seriously though. D'awww. The meaning is rather sweet... in a curt way. :D


4. Fourth is my travelling song while camping
(AN: LET'S GET DORA THE EXPLORER'S THEME SONG!) Karakuri Pierrot-- Hatsune Miku. D'awww, what a sweet--wait. It's such a sad song. IT MAKES NO SENSE! Hey, that means that I'm actually a puppet played by some unknown person. *le gasp* I get it! I has been used by some random unknown faceless guy! *le gasp*... KILL HIM~


5. Fifth is what plays when I destroy a horcrux
Just A Kiss-- Lady Antebellum. 
... 
Uh. So I'mma kiss the horcrux before I kill it? (Because "Saying Goodnight" can mean saying farewells to a deceased/or someone who's gonna get killed) EWW NO. What if it's like Voldy--with hairy legs? XD *inside joke*


6. Sixth is the alarm that sounds when I enter hogsmeade
Party Rock Anthem-- LMFAO Feat. Lauren Bennett and Goon Rock.
XD TROLOLOLOLOLOL! Why this song~ Is it because "EVERY DAY I'M SHUFFLING"? Lol, lookie, theultimatechibifyier is here, so let's  shuffle~ I'm so honoured to have my personal anthem sung for me XD


7. Seventh (!) Song plays when the Order of the Phoenix arrives
Spice!-- Kagamine Len. 
Oh you shuffle list... Y U PICK ALL THE WEIRD SONGS? Ugh. Okay, so I'mma condense the meaning of "Spice!" into a few words: 


It's about a guy liking his sister but in order to kinda forget that love, he starts a harem. Then it ends with a vague ending that hints that...that...that... incest occurred.


... *inserts troll face* I do believe that the Order of the Phoenix is not a harem.

8. Eight song plays during the battle of hogwarts
Because Of You-- Kelly Clarkson.
No comment. Because of youuuuuuuuu~this war started, Harry, m'boy.


9. Ninth song plays when Voldemort dies (I shudder to think of the prospects of this song.)
Glad You Came-- The Wanted. 
... Yes, Harry m'boy, I am glad you came to kill off this nose-less fella. (BWAHAHAHAHA. Clarinet: The dark lord does not rely on such muggle indecisive--*gets killed*)
On the other hand, it's a really... ahemdirty/meaninglessahem song.


10. Tenth song plays over the end credits
Hirai Hirai--Hatsune Miku.

Aww. And hence. I shall insert this song over here for you to listen to :D
I'm such a nice person, eh?
If you haven't noticed, look at the picture at the top of this blog :D (below the title)

It's a really nice song and calming, apparently. I prefer the duet version of this sung with Len Kagamine and it's up to you to check it out.

CHECK IT OUT.

THE FANVIRUS WILL SEE TO IT THAT YOU WILL CHECK IT OUT.

Miku X Len :D

Miku X Len :D

Miku X Len <3

MIKU X LEN

MIKU X LEN

MIKU X LEN <3<3<3<3<3

Brainwashed?

Good :D (apparently, I has been brainwashed to this extent as well~)

Here's a warning: Do not click if you're allergic to Anti- Rin X Len :D 

Or if you're allergic to rabid fangirling and illogical reasoning :D

Pictur-y :D

Which one is better?

OR

Personally... I think the first was much simpler and perhaps better...?

Ellie... interesting. Now we have a sec 1 batch CCA blog, eh?
:D

yay :D
On to writing about rubies and bananas :D

Iridescent

Below is what I wrote for school before. And lo and behold, I have just posted it! :D


The topic was "Iridescent" and I fell in love with the word immediately [without knowing its exact meaning] :)


Enjoy! (or get ready a bucket to puke into)
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Iridescent

She takes interest and it stems into an obsession. The invisible spirits plant a simple idea in the depths of her mind, it was a motivation that spurred her on.

Aveline loves everything bright and colourful, especially variety bursting at its peak. Fascination streams about her in nifty strokes, capturing her attraction for the rainbow. It is iridescent, displaying a splay of wild, bold colours that blot her mind with hues of the rainbow. It streaks across her mind in a blistering fever, fuelling her addiction. She sees the world as a prism, the colours at their majestic moments, flitting around the world, painting and dabbing away at the monotony of life. 

They swish around-- lofty wishes that awaken her greed. Those voices are haunting her, running a hypnotic loop around her mind. 

Her fingers swipe across another work, crayon marks swirling into a puddle of illusion. They form lines at first, solitary, before gradually merging and exploring different lands. The lines are jagged, yet smooth, forming a spiral that never ends. She loses herself within the enthralling strokes, as they—the crooked lines-- continue mumbling hoarse incantations. They are dancing, starting out with slow and elegant steps, meant to impress upon first sight. But as the pattern forms, their steps start out sophisticated and rapid, capturing her attention. They rush out a frenzied tempo, bringing her heart into a burst of ecstasy.

The enchantment has worn off, bringing her back to the monochromatic world once more. The voices are worn-out, disappointment lacing their words. Yet their grins widen as they toy with her heartstrings, tugging mercilessly on her greed.

A murmur of appreciation falls from her lips, revealing the awe and desperation behind her words.  It forms a whirlpool of exhilaration in her mind, leaving her heart pounding, overwhelmed with desire and longing. They tempt her once more, slyly fingering her heart (they brush gently against the veins and artilleries, musing tiny circles upon them--drawing a reaction of gushing adrenaline) and showing illusions that her glazed-over eyes reflect. 

'Wouldn't it be nice if the world were iridescent? Thriving over a splay of colours?' they probe, prompting. She nodded with hesitation, gulping. They pat her head reassuringly, their beady eyes narrowing. 

Fresh red started out luscious and seductive, purring as it claimed her heart, the first shade. Following after it was yellow, cheerful and pleasing. It skipped merrily over, wrapping the heart in patterns. The mixture darkened to form orange. Vibrant and passionate, the sparks fly upon arrival of the colour before falling down as glittering dust. Green took over in moments, tranquillity smoothing out the creases of excitement caused by the previous colour.  It gingerly pressed its body against the other layers and melted into the mixture as well. Brown sizzled over the edges of the canvas, creeping towards the centre of the art piece. 

Her plan is executed, drawing her breath away. They chuckle at her innocence, awaiting for the grand finale.

The world is nothing but blobs of colours, jumbled together and moulded together. The lines have given way, taken flight. They arch and push, stretching to the limits before finally breaking apart into atoms, drifting in the air, waiting. But that is only the set-up to the climax. Aveline grips onto her desire, faintly chuckling at how her wishes are coming true. Iridescent, the world will become, displaying a nebula eruption, staining the silk of reality with its dye. The colours are fusing, crossing boundaries and blending together. Aveline giggles and shivers with anticipation. 

Another work of art is in progress, unknown to her. Their eyes glint mischievously and their lips, rotting and rancid, curl up in a smirk. 

Pink daintily lands on the paper, grasping onto purple for support. As its older sister nods in encouragement, pink sighs and merges with the other colours. Purple, in its splendour, trickles away bit by bit, splashing silently into the intricate artwork. The two additions darken the coat's colour. Elegant midnight blue stalks upon the painting. It blows gently onto the surface, delighting in the rough and sandy feel of the canvas upon her silky fingers. It sinks into the rotting moor, what with the many decaying souls of its family. 

She should have known. 'Be careful of what you wish for', they sing mockingly, amused at how easily enchanted she was.

Aveline gasps at the horrifying sight. The putrid concoction of the pigments has corrupted the entire world. The black tugs at her shirt, begging and tugging. They smirk upon their lies, coated with agony, pressing against her body. Their fingers, cold and slimy, run up and down her. She shrieks and cowers, covering her face with her hands-- this has never occurred to her.  They coo in hungry and irritated voices, demanding for more additions. Their hunger is insatiable, but there is another horrible ripping. The ink is leaking from her heart, they claw and gnaw at her ribs, every bone they can find. Internal destruction. 

They haunt the last of her memories. 'Didn't you ask for this?' they question, their eyes burning in delight and mock-hurt, relishing at her horror.

The fusion of the colours turned out black. Ironic. Now they are corrupted, sinful and warped. They drip into another world of red and white. Unsatisfied, twisted thoughts blanket them. Gluttons they are, washing over every area and tainting it black. Now, at last, the jigsaw puzzle is complete and the world can rest in total darkness, utter silence. 

Aveline is lost to the real world forever.

The devils sneer and snort at her. It was the simple fascination of the rainbow, yet they fiddled with her mind, tainting each thought dark and twisting it into a warped world of delusion. Poor girl, she never did deserve this, yet she was happy, relishing in her own iridescent mirage then. They licked at every shriek of despair and cheerfully watched her bright vision fade and blackout. The nightmares she gave them were remarkable and appealing. All they did was to give her a little push, plant that seed in her innocent mind and she took it upon herself to develop it, nurture that seed.
Her entertaining actions (for she was a mere plaything) proved noteworthy and it satisfied their hunger for more pain, torture-- for now. Yet it also brought things to a new height as they glide about in the air, far high above, searching for another curious mind to explore and experiment.