Here's a tear
For ended youth,
Here's a hug
To see you through.
Twist the knife
And pull it out,
Don't forget
Though in the end
This gaping hole
Shall mend.
A racking sob,
A flood,
Hold me
And call me dear,
For this is more
Than just a tear.
-S.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Wrinkles.
There are essentially four types of wrinkles.
Expressions are really hard to master.
- Sun exposure wrinkles, so you look a little weather-beaten and slightly squinty.
- Grumpy/frowny wrinkles, so you get the crease in between your eyebrows
- Laughter wrinkles that make you look like an open and friendly person ALL the time
- And lastly, the kind like what I'm probably going to end up with - the bewildered/surprised wrinkles.
Expressions are really hard to master.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Procrastination.
If pressure in my cranium (Pc) and atmospheric pressure (Patm) are such that Pc excedes Patm, given that I still have a 2000 word essay to start and finish by Wednesday ([Pc>>Patm]^Uni where Uni is equivalent to the Unfun constant), what would be the best way to relieve said cranial P without drilling a hole in it?
Extra points for pretty equations.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Penny for your thoughts, Two for your integrity.
There are times when you think your white/non-ethnic friends are ready to be able to deal with it, and you tell them stuff and they react to totally the wrong thing. For example, you're like, "Yeah my parents said I couldn't go", and they're like, "What? You still have to ask your parents? But you're over 18!!" when the point of the matter was the fact that you can't go. Someone who understood would be like, "What, that sucks, can't you convince them? Do you want my parents to call them?"
It's even funnier when people, ethnic as well as non, act like they're totally cultured and in the know. Actually, it's not funny, it's just boring.
Anyway. Then you have other people who are constantly telling you not to conform, and just want you to do everything that they do, the way that they do. When they do something and you ask them if they seriously did it, they respond with, "Oh, what, I thought everyone was doing that now, you should as well, there's totally nothing wrong with it."
It leaves you not knowing whether to be annoyed or disappointed.
It's even funnier when people, ethnic as well as non, act like they're totally cultured and in the know. Actually, it's not funny, it's just boring.
Anyway. Then you have other people who are constantly telling you not to conform, and just want you to do everything that they do, the way that they do. When they do something and you ask them if they seriously did it, they respond with, "Oh, what, I thought everyone was doing that now, you should as well, there's totally nothing wrong with it."
It leaves you not knowing whether to be annoyed or disappointed.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Naw...
Watching '17 Again' with Zac Efron (the movie with Zac Efron, not actually watching it WITH him) and it's making me want a pretty boy of my own :p.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
6 Awesome Writers
- Terry Pratchett - enough said.
- Neil Gaiman - Way awesome. Ok, so I've only read 'Coraline' and 'Good Omens' (with Pratchett), and seen 'Stardust', but it doesn't take a lot to realise how well he writes.
- David of www.27bslash.com - the guy who tried to pay a bill with with a drawing of a spider. He's absolutely brilliant - quickwitted, funny and very clever.
- Dianna Wynne Jones - brilliant.
- Eoin Colfer - as above.
- Anthony Horowitz - love the Diamond Brothers.
Questions
Oh my sister why do you cry?
Why do you weep
When everyone must surely die?
Why do your tears
Flood the plains?
Is it the sorrow of stolen youth,
The unnecessary grief of every nameless face?
Or is it the injustice and cruelty of the watching world
As you lay stricken
Besides your brother's corpse?
Have you lost your life,
Your faith in good
And the memory of a smile?
Why do you ask for answers that can't be found,
That don't exist?
Do you know the war won't end?
You have no hope but for the mercy
Of the Lord to whom your prayers you send.
-S.
Why do you weep
When everyone must surely die?
Why do your tears
Flood the plains?
Is it the sorrow of stolen youth,
The unnecessary grief of every nameless face?
Or is it the injustice and cruelty of the watching world
As you lay stricken
Besides your brother's corpse?
Have you lost your life,
Your faith in good
And the memory of a smile?
Why do you ask for answers that can't be found,
That don't exist?
Do you know the war won't end?
You have no hope but for the mercy
Of the Lord to whom your prayers you send.
-S.
Nerdy Love
You are
The curve in every question mark
The fine point
Of every exclamation
You are
My alpha and my beta
My omega and my theta
You are
The carbon in my chain
Of glucose molecules
You are
The sweetness in my tea
And I revolve
In the orbit of your light.
S.
The curve in every question mark
The fine point
Of every exclamation
You are
My alpha and my beta
My omega and my theta
You are
The carbon in my chain
Of glucose molecules
You are
The sweetness in my tea
And I revolve
In the orbit of your light.
S.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
5 things that stress me out:
- Waiting. Especially for trains, etc. - even more especially when I'm waiting for it to stop but the doors keep zooming by and I don't know which door to aim for. The tension!
- Not having anything to worry about. I think I may be a little masochistic - it's like I need something to be wrong for everything to be ok. Weird.
- Deadlines. Especially if they're months away and get closer and closer. Makes me feel like my death is drawing near.
- Time. Appointments, going places, events, everything - I would rather get there an hour and half early and sit on the doorstep than be a minute late.
- Looking for people/lost things/places. The tension just builds up, and up, and UP!
- Not having anything to worry about. I think I may be a little masochistic - it's like I need something to be wrong for everything to be ok. Weird.
- Deadlines. Especially if they're months away and get closer and closer. Makes me feel like my death is drawing near.
- Time. Appointments, going places, events, everything - I would rather get there an hour and half early and sit on the doorstep than be a minute late.
- Looking for people/lost things/places. The tension just builds up, and up, and UP!
Monday, January 11, 2010
OMG just had anotherbrilliant idea!
Someone should make a website called LMAO - like MLIA, but with stuff that make you ROFL!!! :D Yes, I am rather brilliant.
You know when life makes you LOL?
So, finally got onto mlia after a very long absence. And LOL. Really connected with some stuff. For example:
Today, I was wearing one of my favorite shirts to school, It has Bumble Bee from The Transformers on it (I'm a girl). While walking through the hall, a guy has a very similar shirt on, only he had Optimus Prime instead. We both noticed, and kind of stared at each other. We don't have a date on Saturday, and we didn't high five, either. It was just awkward. MLIA
AHAHAHAAA!!! It's like this with my Batman tshirt :D.
Also:
Today, my dad was working on his computer. Every so often he would say,Good luck on your trip! or Have Fun! So, after a while I went up to him and asked him what he was doing. He said that he was wishing his emails good luck on thier journey through the vast internet. I love my dad. MLIA
Why do I never think of things like this?
Friday, October 2, 2009
A visit to the doctors. What happened to 'oh you're such a brave girl' and 'here's a sticker for you' ?
Mid-sem break. Hardly the middle of semester, at week 10 of 13. And of course I wouldn't be me if I didn't leave all my work till the last minute.
I've been going driving with Dad, in the past week. Not fun. He yells, I shut down, he yells more, I let go of the wheel cos he's taken over. In saying that, I have learned a great deal. For example, don't drive a car that's too big for you, because when you do the head-turning thing to check your blind spot, the rest of the car blocks your view. And never, ever think of Harry Potter and ensuing complexities whilst driving on a rural highway. Not if you like life.
We drove to Moe, a town about half an hour away. Mum was trying to give me encouraging advice, Dad was getting angry, the boys were arguing and the massive truck veering into my lane was scaring me. I don't mind people talking and shouting while I'm driving, as long as it's not at me. And I also appreciate being allowed to make the mistake, instead of just coming really close to about a hundred times.
There's something about making a mistake yourself. Like, you can definitely learn from being told by others, and from their mistakes. But when you do it yourself, you learn it in this sort of intrinsic way. That doesn't make sense - I mean that you LEARN it, not just learn it as a fact. Like, when you realise that one plus one does indeed equal two, as opposed to just knowing it. I think the term understanding may be appropriate.
Anyway. So we drove to Moe, cos that's where my appointment with the doctor was. I had to have some blood tests done, for iron, etc., so went to the pathology place and after about 10 minutes the lady comes out to take my papers and stuff. And she was talking to me in this really loud, slow voice, like yelling but not actually yelling, in my ear. I was frightened. She can't have been talking to me like that because she thought I didn't speak English, because I was clearly using English to try and appease her. Perhaps it threw her off, and she compensated for her ensuing confusion/insecurity by repeating herself even louder?
Or perhaps she thought I was delayed? But that can't be it. Because if someone doesn't speak your language, yelling at them and dumbing everything down is not going to get them to understand the words coming out of your mouth. So maybe she thought I was partially deaf and didn't want any of the important words lost in my state of not hearing? Maybe she thought I'd understand her sentences minus all the unnecessary bits like prepositions and conjunctions?
And all this about a week and a half after I decided to embrace the country. But then again, I'm really only open to the prospect of green, open fields, living on a huge block of land so I won't have to see anyone unless I choose to (excepting during grocery shopping). Seeing the fields and rolling hills on the way to uni every morning is so much - I don't know, freer? - than seeing the grey rush of the city. Not that I don't like the city. I don't know. I thought I was a totaly city girl, given I can't stand bugs...
I'm still pretty awesome. Haha, I remember I posted a goodnight message as my fb status, and next thing you know, everyone's doing 'em. And no one actually cares, unless it was catchy/witty/sweet/whatever, like mine was. Because quite clearly, if you are no longer online, you are not there and have presumably gone to bed, it being 12 am. Ah, world, you amuse me :D.
Ok, so I guess this is enough for one go :) Adios, amigos, and keep safe.
I've been going driving with Dad, in the past week. Not fun. He yells, I shut down, he yells more, I let go of the wheel cos he's taken over. In saying that, I have learned a great deal. For example, don't drive a car that's too big for you, because when you do the head-turning thing to check your blind spot, the rest of the car blocks your view. And never, ever think of Harry Potter and ensuing complexities whilst driving on a rural highway. Not if you like life.
We drove to Moe, a town about half an hour away. Mum was trying to give me encouraging advice, Dad was getting angry, the boys were arguing and the massive truck veering into my lane was scaring me. I don't mind people talking and shouting while I'm driving, as long as it's not at me. And I also appreciate being allowed to make the mistake, instead of just coming really close to about a hundred times.
There's something about making a mistake yourself. Like, you can definitely learn from being told by others, and from their mistakes. But when you do it yourself, you learn it in this sort of intrinsic way. That doesn't make sense - I mean that you LEARN it, not just learn it as a fact. Like, when you realise that one plus one does indeed equal two, as opposed to just knowing it. I think the term understanding may be appropriate.
Anyway. So we drove to Moe, cos that's where my appointment with the doctor was. I had to have some blood tests done, for iron, etc., so went to the pathology place and after about 10 minutes the lady comes out to take my papers and stuff. And she was talking to me in this really loud, slow voice, like yelling but not actually yelling, in my ear. I was frightened. She can't have been talking to me like that because she thought I didn't speak English, because I was clearly using English to try and appease her. Perhaps it threw her off, and she compensated for her ensuing confusion/insecurity by repeating herself even louder?
Or perhaps she thought I was delayed? But that can't be it. Because if someone doesn't speak your language, yelling at them and dumbing everything down is not going to get them to understand the words coming out of your mouth. So maybe she thought I was partially deaf and didn't want any of the important words lost in my state of not hearing? Maybe she thought I'd understand her sentences minus all the unnecessary bits like prepositions and conjunctions?
And all this about a week and a half after I decided to embrace the country. But then again, I'm really only open to the prospect of green, open fields, living on a huge block of land so I won't have to see anyone unless I choose to (excepting during grocery shopping). Seeing the fields and rolling hills on the way to uni every morning is so much - I don't know, freer? - than seeing the grey rush of the city. Not that I don't like the city. I don't know. I thought I was a totaly city girl, given I can't stand bugs...
I'm still pretty awesome. Haha, I remember I posted a goodnight message as my fb status, and next thing you know, everyone's doing 'em. And no one actually cares, unless it was catchy/witty/sweet/whatever, like mine was. Because quite clearly, if you are no longer online, you are not there and have presumably gone to bed, it being 12 am. Ah, world, you amuse me :D.
Ok, so I guess this is enough for one go :) Adios, amigos, and keep safe.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
My world has lost its anchor. I suspect one of Nemo's friends.
I took Cupid's arrow
I stole the selkie's song
I sat by the window
And waited all day long
I watched the crowds pass
I watched the rain fall
But I didn't see
What I wished most of all
I dreamed the dreams
I whiled away the hours
I tried to forget
But my hopes it still devoured
I stood on the cliff
I cried into the sea
I searched the map
But still my love didn't find me
I forgot the dreams
I forgot the time
It took till the end before I knew
And turned to my right
I was already with you.
-S.
I stole the selkie's song
I sat by the window
And waited all day long
I watched the crowds pass
I watched the rain fall
But I didn't see
What I wished most of all
I dreamed the dreams
I whiled away the hours
I tried to forget
But my hopes it still devoured
I stood on the cliff
I cried into the sea
I searched the map
But still my love didn't find me
I forgot the dreams
I forgot the time
It took till the end before I knew
And turned to my right
I was already with you.
-S.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Bahaha.
Feeling a bit unappreciated, so I decided to follow myself on blogger. Yay!! I now have a grand total of *1* follower....who just happens to be me...Yes, I can see how that might seem a little sad....
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