With my hands, I can....

I watched a show which reminded me of something about me long ago, so it started off like this....

I was, young and vibrant (self praising?) . Naive and fresh out of primary school, I thought everything was possible, everything was attainable.

It was common to have that mindset since I was nurtured and brought up with fairy tales and happy-ending-stories every night. It was always "So they lived happily ever after" or "he finally succeeded" etc etc... And I always thought, when I grow up, I'll definitely achieve all my dreams!

Then one day, I was alone, sitting on a bench. The mild sunlight was dancing around the corner accompanied by the ever graceful soft wind. I closed my eyes, inhaled fresh air with the aroma of earth and rain.

It was like a dream, I was in trance.

I stretched my right hand up to the sky as if reaching out for something while I was admiring (more like feeling) the beauty of my surroundings. I lowered my right hand and put both of my hands onto my thigh.

As the sunlight danced around my hands, I looked at them and whispered to myself,
"Only with my hands I can do everything...
If I ever lose them, life will be nothing more than a shadow..."

(p.s.: I love making things with my hands. eg, drawing and stuff, as long as it is related to art)

Those words brought me back to my senses. It was fear that summoned me back to my consciousness.

Today, I have been trying hard to equip myself with as many skills as possible.
I joined miserable debate, became even more sociable... became one of the most talkative fellas around.... I changed so much from the shy, quiet girl I once was.

I did so much, just so to believe that there is more to life than just my pair of hands.

the girl in the tower

There was a girl in the tower looking out of the window.
She looked beyond and stared at the continents unknown to her,
she pointed to where the sun rises and she said, ONE DAY I'M EXPLORING THERE
she pointed to where the sun sets and she said, ONE DAY I'M GOING TO CONQUER THERE
she went on about her dreams and her aspirations
she dreamed of adventure and imagined the unknowns
she talked about her dreams and sometimes boasted about them
everyone smiled and some admire her courage

but she never step out her tower, or the city walls,
she never embark the journey that meant so much to her

She just stayed there whining and said what it could have been
And when her time passes maybe then she will realize
the journey never walked will all be burned to ashes

!@$#%

I always though blogging ain't hard...



"Look at their blog!! SO COLOURFUL!! I want that too...I'm gonna do this, and that...and this.... pink, NO, blue...."



What the crap.... I don't even know how to delete or alter a comment (if it is possible)....



!@#$%$



I think I'll just stick to the monotonous background... Currently, the only thing I know best is creating a new post.



And people actually says that "it's common sense" or "just play around and you'll get it!"



!@#$%$

Just Another Day

I got 2 comments for my last post. I was actually...HAPPY. I was hoping that I'd get more comments.

Well, considering the pitiful amount of people who knew about my blog.... em, let's see... so far bout 5 or 6; minus off the I-DON'T-CARE people... You get what I mean.

So why didn't I tell anyone about my blog??

Well,
1stly, I'm a lazy bum who only blog whenever my mood reaches to its extremes (either EXTREMELY happy or the other way around)

2ndly, I would not want to bear the disappointment of others on my own shoulders. For goodness sake, I had enough to handle from myself (Conflict within oneself) and of course who would forget the ever loving.... :)

3rdly, I got myself into some election thingy where my boss said NO! CLOSE UR BLOG!!! Just in case some meanies poke their nose around to sniff out some dirt... (It happened to someone last time and he got disqualified)

And PLZ hao zhi... I am trying to conceal my identity here.

4thly, I feel shy letting people read my work... I'd rather have some else do the criticism than the people I know... :)

Oh...thx CYBERMATE... I don't think I know you. So thx. :D

5thly, I just thought that it is fun to be anonymous.

Excuses, excuses... :)

Morning-ness, start of a great day

Today is a start of a rather refreshing day after my spirits hit rock bottom yesterday.

I was woken up in the most unusual way. It was just like any normal day, but since every wednesday is an offday... I took my sleeping time to an all new level.

As I was saying. I heard a bird chirping outside my window, making unbearable funny sounds. I was sure it ain't any normal small brown bird (1stly, coz they don't chirp like that).

After a good five seconds of loud chirping. It started to rapidly KNOCK my window for another few seconds! DOCK DOCK DOCK DOCK DOCK!

YES! I'm awake I'm awake! I thought. I glanced directly to the source of sound and saw a big (rather nervous or frighten) bird fled the crime scene. It must have been my sudden moment that shocked the bird.

But, instead of anger, I was clouded with amazement. A good omen? It seemed perfect, accompanied by the sway of the trees, the sound of the soft breeze, blue sky without the scorching blaze from the eye of the earth, a hint of moiture in the air, scene of mix moiture and flowers....

A start of a good day? Yea... The Lord didn't want me miss the good moments He had prepared (for He knew these days are my favourite). Ever since my new sem had started, I never get to witness or even have time to appreciate HIM through His wonders.

Thx Bird. :) The calling of a beautiful day~

WHY IS IT NOT A COMMON BROWN BIRD: -
1stly, as I say, normal birds do not chirp like that,
2ndly, it has polka dots wings. Black and white. With white as the dots or black...I forgot.
3rdly, it is easily triple the size (or more) of that small brown bird.

The "morning-ness" (A way to describe how a morning should be like...In my context) got unto me.... Let me go enjoy the remaining morning hours, or minutes that I have....

What u can think of when u're in a 2 hours tute

I closed my eyes to the beat of the sweet music.
My mind, ever working with its cruel intentions, was planning its next move.
I raised my left hand to reveal my pearly white skin.
The gold chain braclet landed softly slightly lower down my wrist.
The flicker of gold lights reflected from its movement,
would have momentarily blinded the onlooker's eyes.
I slowly tucked my hair to my left ear,
never forgetting to let a few strand of dark raven hair to fall upon my face when I tilted my head a little.
My dimples dug deeply into my cheeks,
slowly, I opened my eyes, lazily, to welcome a very pleasent sight seated opposite me.
With a defined tone of authority and grace, I finally said "Hi".

NOT ME...REALLY NOT ME... I WAS IMAGINING SDYNEY BRISTOW (NOT MYSELF) FROM ALIAS!!!

Day 2

wow... I almost forgot the existence of my blog...~~ amazing... At least there's a Day 2. :)

My mum is now (I mean NOW, 7:32pm) having a talk (with me) about myself, my character, me.

Dreamer, equiped with a sharp tongue (which only hurt people's feelings), a blunt mind where awareness is not an issue at all, sensitivity almost none (towards other people), selfish (uh-huh), a hard nut to crack, secretive, dual personality (not the "I'M DR JEKYL" and "NOW, I'M MR HYDE" Lazy to elaborate on this), someone who just keep everything to herself and will not share AND not seeing the need to bond a closer relationship with people that I know (Big Problem)....

She lists out a few more stuff but well, the dominant ones will do. Anymore, I would need to launch PROJECT "SELF-DENIAL". HaHa...

Maybe one day I would take time to tell you the problems I see in myself.
Not Now.
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Creativity did its wonders today while I was sitting thru a 2 hours tutorial facing what I call, the none other divine punishment which only clueless, aimless bloke, who is "happily" taking a double degree, will ever suffer.

Beautiful.

Light, so gracious in deep darkness.

Be my guide, light.... out of the torment I inflicted myself in.

(Contributed to 'Creativity')

Day 1

Hey people....

This is my 2nd blog. The 1st one, I gave up after 1 and a half day.... Consistency ain't my thing. That factor aside, the truth is, the 1st blog was intended to talk about my life. Since I've a rather dull grey life, you do not expect me to write "WAKE UP, EAT, STUDY, PLAY, SLEEP den WAKE UP...." everyday, or do u??

Ok, so why "THE LIFE and TIME of..."?

Well... I thought of that while the image of Junniper Lee appeared kicking some monster's butt.

Being clouded with dullness, I find that my creativity and my imaginative mind are sipping away. Maybe they found host in another fella's head... GIVE THEM BACK TO ME!! Ahem*

Well, what do you expect from :-

a gaming addict (though I sux with online games, PS2 is still good with me),

a half business student (LOGIC LOGIC LOGIC, and PROFIT PROFIT PROFIT),

a half communication student (I'm more like the... Why-make-media-so-complicated?-ain't-it-only-for-entertainment!? HAHA...believe me, there's more to it than meets the eye)

and lots more.


So as u can see, A+B+C+...= DULLNESS! Not that I am backstabbing education after all the good it had brought me, maybe, I am just a lil picky with what it took away from me...

As Captain Witwicky said, NO SACRIFICE, NO GAIN!

Ok.... This blog, will probably be touching on the stories which I kept locked up in the mind of mine. Secretive? No... Just afraid of challenges and critism. Stepping out of my comfort zone is a whole new world.

Plz Plz... DUN FLAME ME TOO MUCH.... My pride crushes easily. My emotions take over me. And you'll have "A MAD WOMAN RUNNING AMOK" in the headline of your daily newspaper.

Have mercy.