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."

of bloodied horses and broken carriages

The world's spinning round and round and round in circles, turning on her axis, circling the pathway of the sun. It keeps turning, turning, turning in never-ending circles.

It's what they told her. Turn, spin, whirl. Forever.

And at the same time, people are going about their own circles, riding the merry-go-round of life, seated daintily on porcelain horses and carriages, their monotonous lives running past their minds, their very eyes. It's a slow slur, almost drunken and oblivious. It starts out with blasts of colours, excitement seeping through the thin, thin lines of discovery and exploration, then flashes and shimmers in the fading smudges of the rainbow. Sparks fly out in weak glimmers, piercing through the darkened (it's not even night, yet.) folds of our very skies.

And then it dies out.

Then what's remained of the inky, iridescent display melts and crumbles and mixes together into nothing but black. Putrid, evil, ugly black. And then the nightmare dawns upon us (you, we, her, him, them, all of us) and leads us to a routine of monotony, a penciled line that rushes on forever, never stopping, always the same. The headache sets in and turns all of that black into white and black again, flashing pauses of enlightenment are only mere illusions of the eerie tune the ballerina creaks and twirls to. It's desire.

Then sometimes it's too much and you regurgitate your memories and skills, sending them far, far away to somewhere much more blissful (in hopes it won't burn out like that candle that scalded you--it's the faint scent of the joss sticks lingering in the air like wisps of culture drifting away--when you knew you weren't supposed to touch it. That's red.)

And then the world falls to darkness.

Sometimes you wake up with a hangover, supported by tubes and clean, white sheets of death itself.

Most of the time, you don't.

And sometimes, you'll be kicked off the merry-go-round, off the surface of your planet, off to orbit around your own axis, your own route, a piece of rock floating around in space, undecided, lost, done.

She's probably the one who kicked you off.

It's her job, you know. Or so she thinks it's her job.

Perhaps not within the boundaries of a four-walled occupation. Something that's burning, leaking, sizzling under her sheep skin, something that's creeping up (like a wisteria. It's there, just happily settling in, curving around your finger [when you're the one curled around her finger]-- and then it kills you) beneath the pale porcelain of her doll-like innocence. Maybe it's a lust to feel cobwebs interwoven with tall, sticky tales of flaming scarlet upon your cold, clammy skin. Read the letters and words of your complicated and yet so foolish life. Read the names of every single girl or guy that's made your heart race, every single adrenaline rush you've had with coffee running down your system and pushing your head to a light, dizzy tilt.  

It's  interesting. Like abstract art, gore blotting your cold, peeling canvas-of-a-skin. Frayed threads of lost (it was never there, even from the start) life streaming down trembling, cracked skin.

Maybe it's a hobby.

A hobby with 'B's in full capitals, forced out of cracked lips vehemently with sadism pulsing down the curls of its 'Y' and dotting a glossy red neon, puncturing tanned skin. Tanned- you've gone out, but not all out. She's gone far too out. Too far. Like some disoriented moon drifting on the light-headed wisps of hell, skipping between the lava and orbiting- twirling- in its own path, destroying a black hole or two. (They were never big enough to capture her. She would dig and gnaw at their insides, till her nails bled, all just to watch them tear apart and cripple.)

And before you know it, you're off the spinning edges of the glorious ditch-of-a-home. She's laughing, her passion-smothered eyes haunting your last memory, and she's the last person you'll ever see again. You've just been kicked off the planet and left to spin, float, drift apart in space, your bones eventually breaking apart into a million, billion shatters of what you could have done. They dissolve into the thin, thin air (oh, what is air, when you've already departed from life?) and stir faintly around you, before even your own name, your own memory disappears and rots away to a finale of creaking doors and stagnant air.

There's really, nothing much to it.

And you're off the chain, the metallic stains of supposed freedom releasing its hold (grip, tight- suffocating grip) on you. And you're dead. Just a waste of space. Nothing. Nothing more than a disfigured lost cause (that you always were) waiting for nature to claim you back into her gentle arms.

Really, you're always being kicked around. Why don't you ever kick back?

Your morals(teachings on how to gain enlightenment and live forevermore, when you're just dangling precariously on the edge, waiting for her eyes to label you as her next target). Your fervent hope for a better future, forever living by the mantra that claims your kindness will eventually be rewarded. Yes, rewarded. She'll kick you off this nasty world, live the last moments of your life in sheer fear. Sheer realisation the world just is as bad as you might have thought. At least you know the truth before she's unhooked your fingers from the puppet strings you were clinging so tightly onto. Fall away as a helpless victim before the world can transform you into one of those monsters.

Fall away, then.

Fall away.

This. IS NOT A RANT :D HOORAY

lots of things crashing down on me recently.

I'll promise-- this won't be a rant. I should start on a legitimate blog post.

I have EOY so I have to study. And at the same time I've got inspiration for a work in Chinese. CHINESE.
It's really rare that I get such inspiration for Chinese. Seeing how I'm not so fluent in it anyway.
But I really got it and I'm afraid of letting it go away. Like, just vanish up into last gasps of the burning cigarette.
Idek.

It's about dreams, and I think I'll just be writing about a girl

• has a talent (like most other main characters. duh.) for drawing and she loves drawing (she wants to be an artist, but such a career is frowned upon) but she can't really afford to draw and has to study really hard for scholarships because she...
• comes from a broken family. Her father is nowhere to be found, her mother suffers from an illness.
• Mother dies, she breaks down, but mother left something
• "go find your father. Tell him the dream has not died yet. Tell him that in the end, dreams never die. That even though we never see our dreams, they're still there. They're still alive. They're still there, in the end."
• she goes on an adventure, through a portal--like it just brings her away from reality.
• aaaaand. she meets this strange creature and she goes on with it, because she wants to and she can't turn back any longer.
• along the way she realises she can't draw--everything is forced and it just doesn't work.
• the ending is still... kinda. undecided. :)

I'll post it on the other blog for Chinese if I can. 

yeah.

okay :D

no rants.

just nice, fluffy stuff.

I think I did something with my facebook while I was high on coffee just now--thirty minutes ago, but I can't remember.

And I can't access facebook for some reason.

ohkay.

I'm starting to panic. What did I do now-

look at the stars, see how they shine for you.

Reading the horoscope for fun (the one in the newspapers) and laughing at how horrible it sounds, while feeling a secret pang of -- I don't know--guilt?
Because it seems like it's happening.

I'm not one to beleaf in horoscopes, only reading them for fun, but it's scaring me how familiar it seems. Maybe it's because it's a really general viewpoint?

• easily irritated
• having relationship problems
• confused
• health related problems

... derp.

I don't know. It sounds really negative. Maybe it only sounds familiar because I'm picking out what's in my life to compare to it. And thus it seems really true? Or a big part of my life?

It's interesting how they can make people beleaf in these things by just writing down some stuff. Do they read the stars? Or how? But then again. A star could have died already?

I mean that shooting stars are like a million years dead. I read it somewhere.

It's so interesting to read the horoscope. I don't really think I'm like a Cancer. Maybe a Gemini. But a Cancer sounds too... dead. Or too sensible. /shrugs

 

Let's see.

I'm supposed to be:

• Shrewd and cautious
• Moody all the time (more of mood swing, though)
• Have a vivid imagination
• shy. ._.
• Sentimental. (Sentiment is a chemical defect found on the losing side! :O)
• Protective
• Intuitive (?!)
• Clingy (This, I admit. I cling onto people randomly.)
• Emotional

Mkay. 

Oh yay! I rule over silvery blue. That's a nice colour.

Wait lemme search it up. Oh my, that is a pretty colour!

And I rule over the pearl, water lilies, lilies, white roses and the acanthus. 

That's a nice flower. It looks... like corn. But purple. Purple corn. 

I rule over the Moon and the crab. Ooh. Crab. 

This is so... interesting. It might be fun to read up on my horoscope.

After EOYs. 

I shall have to mug TT^TT

no i don't want to mug. mugging is a criminal offence. 

one-shot on Johnlock~ :D

I should be getting on with exhibition research and crap but I'm not in the mood to examine every single line of Edgar Allan Poe's lovely scholarly poem.

Chews on mango pudding.
I like pudding.

Now I shall gather something from my !nspiration box!
And hopefully it won't be crap.

Conditions:
"Everything linked up to one big shit of a mistake"

... how emo was I when I wrote this condition.

HERE IS BEGINS!~~~~~~~ warning: ANGST, JOHNLOCK (slight hints of homosexuality)

theory-wise, we are all scary.

THIS IS SCARING ME.

On the surface, I have 7 followers.

BUT WHEN I CLICK ON THE TAB.
IT SHOWS 6.

whoareyoustalker?whoareyou.

error 404. the following data cannot be retrieved. please refresh the page. nah, don't try that. the blogger is just too shocked to type anything.

I AM BEING STALKED :D

...
but anyway, it's probably just some computing error :D

let's hear my theory on scary stalker people.

people = destroyers of nature = monsters = scary.

got it? moving on.

scary = scary.

duh.

stalkers = dangerous (potential's there, anyways) = scary

in algebra, we take ab as a x b.

so...
scarystalkerpeople = scary x stalker x people.

taking into account the above,
it's:

scary x scary x scary, which would make:

scary-cubed.

WHICH IS REALLY SCARY.

...
but we could add a few 'scary's in front.
oh well.

THIS WAS A WASTE OF TIME. :D
yay.
I have a headache, so I don't feel like doing Math.
MATH MATH MATH.
NAG NAG NAG.

almost the same.
factors of math seep into brains and lead stray thoughts of potatoism into minds.

lalala.

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

Mocha-filled waffle

WARNING: THIS POST IS FILLED WITH THE ESSENCE OF STUPIDITY. Snape forced it down my throat.

ahahahahahahahaha.

I drank a can of iced mocha just now, but it was not cold so I poured it into a cup and added ice. So maybe it's iced CUP mocha? T.T

ahahahahahahahaha...

You just got trolled.

ZOMB I LOVE MOCHA! 
AND IT MAKES ME GO CRAZYYYYY
LIKE A DRUNKARD >.> 

no, I'm not alcoholic.

Oh gawd, my head hurts now.

it feels like a hangover.


aww, crap. I FORGOT TAT I HAD THE FEAR WRITING CHALLENGE TO DO. I PROMISED MYSELF... AARGH. I AM SO FAIL!T>T 


But yes my head is hurting so I'll excuse myself from writing--

random voice: YOU CHEATER SCUM
...

I made an amazing discovery: When you highlight the post of a blog... it appears that there are lines for the post! It's like a notebook, except neater with customised fonts.

My head hurts. I should go ahead and type out the play.

but my head hurts.
Oh crap-- it's like some stupid little whirlpool swirling about in my head and crashing away--

I SHALL NEVER DRINK MOCHA AGAIN.

HEY, GUESS WHAT? THEY RAN OUT OF WOBBLING JELLIES. THIS IS SUCH A SAD AND TRAGIC TALE! TT^TT I WANT MY JELLY~
...

Where is the caffeine that's supposed to make me feel less guilty? I SLACKED. (productively, I hope.)

And Clarinet and I made a dance for the Tennis Ball parody song~ It was so funny. And fail.

And she couldn't believe that I was in gymnastics for a period of time.


TOMATOES GONNA TOMATE :D
yay.


... curse you, mocha.
I wonder who can find the secret messages in this blog post... <--CENSORED :D


And so the waffle lived unhappily ever after.
Mocha~


THIS POST IS SO ANGSTY. :O

Open House 2012

This is so copied from the other blog! But it doesn't have really much of a difference, except that some parts are cancelled out because... 
Some seniors know my blog url.
...
And more edits are done~ (adding on of stuff. :D)
:D


Warning, may include:

• seniors who have gone mad from too much mocha
• lame-ity streak
• Obsessive fangirling over cute pony-giraffe-llama plush toys
• Pure fluff and happiness (Jerry told me that since "fluff'' meant romantic in fanfiction, then Eilun's hair is romantic :D)
• banana riddles
• awesome lot of song making
• troll face inducing actions
• embarrassing acts
• imperfect grammar and stuff. (like: "I has no brains"... but it's a tagline.)

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

WOBBLE JELLIES

WOBBLE JELLIES :D-- dated 18 May 2012

There was this 'advertisement' for our school and then my senior was acting in it.

And then the appearance of the wobble jelly, which really WOBBLED. And when you shake it, it would wobble and wobble and wobble.

Well, so there was something like this:

Senior 1 (the one I know): Oh look, it wobbles! *shakes jelly thingy*

Senior 2: Oh yah! *wobbles jelly*

They pause for a while, wobbling the jelly.

Senior 2: They wobble, just like your fats! *goes to poke senior 1's underarm* 

Senior 1... IS NOT AMUSED.

And yes, I laughed at the troll face she portrayed.

So did everyone.

So then, I was amazed by the magical wobbling jelly and after PE, the teacher was ahem forced ahem filled with too much love for us so she bought us ice creams.

And the whole class decided to get wobbly jellies :D

And then I was wobbling the Popsicle jelly thingy all around the whole school,

And I would just stare at it and go "wobble wobble", *shakes jelly* and then start laughing.

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Yesh. So I did that to a senior (like go and do the wobbling of jelly in front of her) and she displayed the most EPIC troll face ever.

epic, epic, epic.

"IT'S ALIVE!"

bwahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.

And then Tuanny told me that we were all wobbly because we were jellies (Jonana, remember haemoBLOBbin?) And I was a blob of blubber. So we wobbled the way along.

And in the end, I just ate the jelly up and it wobbled in my stomach. :D

wobble wobble, till the very next day~

And then I was singing a parody of "Call Me Maybe" by Carly Rae Jepsen:

Hey, I just met you!

And this is crazy!

I have amnesia!

... 

[pauses to think]

Hey, I just met you!

And this is crazy!

I have amnesia!

[pauses again, dazed look]

Hey, I just met you!

...

...

And it irritated the crap outta people :D 

Lol. 

And also, you know the internet memes, like:

"THIS IS SPARTA!"

and the exclusive

"I AM YOUR FATHER!"

so I joined them together, into two possibilities :

"THIS IS YOUR FATHER!" (and at that moment I was holding onto a rubber band so Niccy was like "My dad... is elastic...?" XD)

and 

"I AM SPARTA!" (and I was screeching it out in the highest pitch I could reach :D)

ZOMB.

Today is so fun. So funny as well. 

Internet memes XD haha. 

Aww, the official last day of this semester was so fun :D 

~O~

This is going on the fridge

Chatting with Clarinet now.

Ohgosh.

me: lalala

  thanks

  but returning to the subject

  THETENNISBALLSENTUSALLTHEPROPOSALANDIDIDN'TREALISEITWASATTACHEDANDSOIASKEDHERANDTHENSHECAMEBACKWITHAREPLYWITHOUTANYEMOTICONSBUTTHATWASNORMALANDI'MSCREWED

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  IMMA GO BANG MY HEAD AGAINST THE WALL
CLARINET: ehh? NO DON'T!!!! D:

Yesh, I am so screwed now.

me: IM ELMO N I KNOW IT

 CLARINET: IM EMO AND I KNOW IT

  KIDS LOOK AT THESE CRAYONS!

  KIDS LOOK AT THESE CRAYONS!

 me: ahh

  sweet childhood
Howlie mollie in a bowlie. How did this evolve into this?
...UGHall i can say is I'm screwed. and Tuesday *facepalms*

Post-it ノート: NYAN CAT. :D

Listening to Nyancat--the one hour version. I think I'll listen to it as I do my Math homework :D

Challenge accepted. Maybe I'll listen to the 10 hour one...
not.

Penguins Attention! :)

Kimberally-- our Class Mascot :D:D:D It's so cuteeeee

This is the penguin I made, WITHOUT HANDS ^o^ And the carrot :D It looks pretty stupid, actually. But still, I'm naming it...

... 

...

The CARROT one :D

ZOMG :D PENGUINS ATTENTION, PENGUINS BEGIN~~~~~~! ;D

Acrophobia--Fear of Heights and a little waffle

An unbidden image arose in her mind.

A monochromatic world, the tiny dots that stained the canvas of her thoughts. They were so miniature, so small. She felt too big, looking down upon all of them. The ledge was reshaping, closing in into a compact area. So painfully tight, so painfully worrying. There was just a fleck of dust to stand on, but her weight was going to make it crack. She was going to fall. The mist clouded over her mind, tracing and retracing a single word that haunted her peace.

She felt her finger slide desperately, gliding across the air, cutting into the breeze swirling around her. Her fingers fumbled over the specks of dust that lolled around, drifting gleefully around the air, thick and lazy. Slender and pale, they opened and closed, as though trying to catch what little ray of glittering sunlight there was in her hands.There was nothing to hold on to, nothing, nothing.

Nothing.


She gasped, the contraction of her lungs, as though a hand had cupped over her throat and wrung the life out of her. It was hard to breathe, so hurtfully hard to breathe. It was impossible to suck in just one small gulp of air-- her muscles were losing control. Paralysed, in mid-air. Her heart thumped, palpitated, and threw itself countless times over the thick walls that was keeping it from escape.

escape-- what a sweet word.


Just one step back, back onto solid, firm ground. If only she could lift up the stumps of her legs, if only she could leap... The muscles in her fingers flexed. As she squinted over her shoulder, it was to her horror and its cheer that the ground was so far away. The gravel was inching away, increasing the distance between them.

There was an invisible feather upon her legs-- tickling them mercilessly with a mocking laugh. She was floating, held up by stronger forces, the wind whipping against her face. Their hands brushed past her bangs, pulling them back gently but firmly. They slid their cool fingers up and down her arms, gleefully asking,

"Can you see now? Can you?"

She shook her head, but all she could manage was a tilting of her head to the left, then right. There was nothing to see, even as her fear's hands peeled her eyes open and purred for her to see the world laid out beneath her. Her shoes, red and pointed, were huge. And she felt as though she was stomping on all those little atoms, splintered into single blocks of life, exploding and then reforming, the cycle of life repeating. She shifted her weight to the other foot, but then paused. What if she were to roll off and fall?

"I don't want to fall," she whispered in a muted prayer. "Don't, don't, don't let me fall. Someone. Someone."

sifted through all of my blog posts and realised that most of the writings there are crapcrapcrap.
=3= bleh. i feel so ashamed. *hides in corner*

but hopefully, hopefully, i have made some progress from those fluffy fluffy fluffy crap :D

because... beauty is in the eye of the beholder. 

i'm wondering whether to upload the draft copy of 'iridescent' that i wrote for school =3=

Fear of the month (April)

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Acrophobia--fear of heights

Ablutophobia-- fear of bathing, washing or cleaning

Anthropophobia --type of social fear (fear of people)

All these were chosen through a fruit machine :D

Let's start writing~ :D

Even tho I say it's "Of the Month", it may be irregular :D

tralalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala

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.