Thursday, May 29, 2008
Like how you sometimes gaze at the stars and wonder why they shine,I stare at the ivory keys and wonder why I play.
So confused.
1:24 AM
Sunday, May 25, 2008
This gives a whole new meaning to the word "raptured"
I was very interested in the guy in the middle, look at the ferocity of his expression.
People who have tried taking photographs of dancers know that it is a futile attempt without a fast shutter speed and a superior lens. I was tearing our my hair trying to get a proper focussed picture of them. Literally.
This is one of my favourite photos. HAHA. Oh gosh, look at the intensity of her posture, her facial features. SORRY MARISSA! My fingers are shaking even as I type this out, because I know mars is going to hang me upside down, dangle my entrails, pluck out my hair one by one, like you pluck feathers from a helpless trussed-up chicken, and then send me in her mothership to Mars. I see my life flashing before my eyes...
I just really liked the lighting and position of this sexy guitar.
Oddly, this picture reminded me of the holy star over Bethlehem. The problem was trying to find a spot for the camera to focus. It would be nicer if the light was a little off to the side though.
YAY. Haha. I am loving photographic society. : ))))
Thank goodness I didn't join Judo. I'm too strong anyway. *laughs hysterically*
9:11 PM
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Interested please email or sms me!
And like the glorified genius i do not profess to be, i realise that not everyone else has supersonic eyesight, and that when you click on the picture, asides from the pleasant clicky noise that emits from your speaker, practically nothing happens.
So here's the link for an enlargement: http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a233/vanyl/volunteersposter.jpg
11:31 PM
Monday, May 19, 2008
"Vera has a strong need for affection. She thrives on touching and being touched. Vera desires being told that she is loved, every day."Haha. So true. I need to touch, and be touched. And usually it comes in the form of hugging, or kissing. Even holding or linking hands is nothing new, and I like to run up to people to cover their eyes. Even if they know it's me : )
It's silly I know. Even just resting my head on your shoulder makes me unbearably happy. Maybe it's how I can best feel love. Little children are the best, because they don't fight the love. I asked a hug from ZhenJie, and he came to sit beside me, sitting so very still, waiting for me to hug him. Ohhh the love.
There are those who will hug me exuberantly. Those who will hug back. There are those who will squirm, but not try to break free. And those who will keep a one metre radius from me. I guess I should not touch people if they don't like it, yes self-discipline. muhahahaa
Of course I make guys an exception. That is excluding guys six years and below, of course. I'm still trying to save my first kiss. Haha. Brother says I'm a hopeless romantic. How terrifying...
I guess it's my way of showing and feeling love. MGS further cultivated the habit, and thank goodness church people are always there for hug. There are honestly times when I feel withered inside from the lack of affection or touch. Like there's a gaping empty hole where forty-five point seven million elephants can pack themselves into.
Are babies not the same? They will reach out their tiny little palms to you, for some hug they are pining for. Or they rest their soft heads on your shoulder, in utter trust and tenderness.
I want a hug.
9:19 PM
There is no experience like having children. That's all. You cannot do it with a friend. You cannot do it with a lover. If you want the experience of having complete responsibility for another human being, and to learn how to love and bond in the deepest way, then you should have children.
As long as we can love each other, and remember the feeling of love we had, we can die without ever really going away. All the love you created is still there. All the memories are still there. You live on- in the hearts of everyone you have touched and nurtured while you were here. Death ends a life, not a relationship. Love is how you stay alive, even after you are gone.
~Tuesdays with Morrie, by Mitch Albom
11:20 AM
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
It's my beloved's birthday this week.How will I express my love?
Ardent hugs and kisses abound
7:50 PM
Sunday, May 11, 2008
I was reading tsubasa reservoir chronicles, and I realised I'm reading it so disjointedly, I'm losing track of the plotline. But that's beside the point.In the story, in order to retrieve Sakura's lost memories from dimensions beyond, Syaoran sacrifices his relationship with her. The witch told him that he would lose the thing that was most precious to him, and he did, for Sakura could not remember anything about Syaoran when she woke up. Even if she were to regain all of her memories, the parts about Syaoran would never return. And there is nothing Syaoran can do about it.
I wonder what would happen if I were to lose a relationship with someone I loved dearly. I love many people, but only some dearly. If between you and your loved one, one had to die, which would you be? Would you choose to be the one left behind, living with the pain of the loss? Or would you die, and bear the burden of knowing someone out there is dying inside because of you.
I dreamt about dying recently. Yet in the dream, what scared me was not the death itself, but if I could still see my loved ones after I died. My heart cried, for a brother I feared I would never see again after death. When I woke, the pain was so real it scared me. I found that my cheeks were stained with tears.
But then again, I'm the only one crying.
1:48 AM
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Smiles. I want to rant about that funny expression your face is capable of at the most appropriate, and yet inappropriate moments. When you catch a glimpse of it, just in that very instant when all you can see is the smile, your heart is caught. And when you long to take your heart back and be free, you find the only way to entangle yourself is to produce that quirky action yourself.It's the feeling of your heart being crushed, but pleasantly so. Like closing a good book that you've just finished. So gratifying, such inexplicable joy, it makes you smile.
8:37 PM
Sunday, May 4, 2008
I will tear it down. Ripping memories and heart into emotionless shreds. Unlike shards, they will not hurt. Not from the sheer unfeeling of it all.7:26 PM
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Browsing Wikipedia...The Vera Companies a fashion brand owned by Manhattan Industries not to be confused with Vera Wang.
VERA videotape format (Vision Electronic Recording Apparatus), an early videotape format
VERA, a Czech passive sensor system
Vera (horse), winner of the 1883 Kentucky Oaks
Bitstream Vera, a family of typefaces
Bulnesia sarmientoi, a tree species native to the Gran Chaco area in South America
The female yellow monster Vera, a character on Barrio Sésamo
The archbishop of Tarragona, Vera, ca. 693, who assisted personally to the Sixteenth (693) and Seventeenth (694) Councils of Toledo
"Vera" is the name of fictional character Jayne Cobb's favorite gun.
The Vera Project, an all ages music-based, non-profit organization in Seattle, Washington
OpenVera, a hardware verification language
The Vienna Environmental Research Accelerator, a particle accelerator dedicated to Accelerator mass spectrometry.
245 Vera, an asteroid
They even named an asteroid after me. No way.
9:51 AM
Because I am utterly fascinated by you.
12:13 AM
Thursday, May 1, 2008
I took the liberty to people-watch today. Urgh, how disturbing. How degrading. This time was not about detail though. I blurred my eyes, gazing at the fuzzy blobs of colour that passed me by nonchalantly. (Oh, and on an irrelevant side note, this blog was almost named nonchalantpassion, but I favoured the shape of apatheticpassion more.)Subtle, mild washes of pastels breezed as glaring reds and shrieking pinks added to the frenzy. While simplicity whispers of beauty, the essence of chaos is not unlike what which is beautiful. For that is a different type of beauty, residing, taking refuge in the lovely randomness of everything around us.
Velocity (this word seems out of place in an arts student's blog) enhanced the beauty too. Royal purple moved like an expectant Lady Polgara in her gardens, while pristine white dashed and darted around in a blur. Motion gave the colours life, no more just part of the landscape. There is a silent majesty in stillness, but vibrancy of life flourishes in movement.
I miss Abel.