Here is the photo-blog that I (I think) promised for my trip to Dubai and India. These are the edited pictures of Dubai that I really enjoyed. Have fun and I'll be uploading more!
Oh wow I can't believe that this day has already come. Time just seems to fly by when considering some things we actually care about. I guess I should provide some explanation as to what today actually is...
I cannot wait to pack my bags and finally escape the madness of the weather and, ultimately, the oppressions of school. I think I finally deserve to leave this confinement, which at the moment is my bedroom that I am tired of seeing every single day as I constantly work, work, study, work. It'll definitely be stress-free as soon as I board that plane on December 17th and head out to Dubai for the first time in my life. Then, after much anticipation, I head on to India for my cousin's wedding. Wow has there been a lot of weddings this year, but I personally love Indian weddings because of the traditional clothing, the reception (formal clothes FTW, I'm gonna dress so nicely xD) and of course the FOOD and DANCING! Oh man I cannot wait! I'm so excited, mainly because of this wedding. Haha now I'm pumped for my OWN wedding xD, which I promise to will make the biggest party I have ever been to. First I got to find a wife, but oh well; my parents will do that anyways (arranged marriage FTW xD... and NO they haven't picked the girl yet hahaha, stereotypes). Anyways, I really hope to get my camera (which fell and kinda sort of broke...) fixed before the trip to Dubai and India, or hope to get a new camera (hopefully from Dubai) to take pictures and post the best ones on here. I'll try to take really great pictures and make something like a photo-blog posts of the trip.
Rhea Johal (Present date):
~They all looked into the heavens, the people, wishing heaven would physically come upon them... to save them. I knew that was not going to happen, because there was no need. However the only hope that could save us; our lives; our existence, was ascending beyond the depths of which the heavens could physically reach. Like a rocket with limitless fuel, our hero continued to gain altitude. They lost their hope, and gained the fringing anger... just like the world's fate that was soon arriving in the form of a flaming rock. As he flew higher, their hopes died down further; while as the hammer of chaos hurtled towards us, anger and fear grew to a limitless extent. They claimed, rioted, that the world will soon end in a matter of minutes... seconds. They said the rock WILL hit us... and he won't be there to stop it...
After all this time prior to where we are now, they believed in him. Each and every person had put faith in him, and had let it all drain as soon as this moment arrived. Yet he predicted this would happen, because he knew from the start... about the human state and of the heart that drives this world. He understood us all... someone who finally understood me. Yet they backfired on him as soon as it was his turn to understand himself, just like he predicted. He told me what he knew, about the state of humanity and how it becomes driven; through the desire of instantaneous benefit of self. The instantaneous fuel had instantly drained, as predicted. This fuel is pleasure and self-satisfaction, gained instantly. The instant pleasure had seized to supply them with visible satisfaction of knowing they had been benefited. Long-term visibility is never an option for them, yet they claim it to be their number one priority. This world, this planet has to be thought about for nature and generations' sakes, yet can only be considered once self-satisfaction is acquired. This world's people, they cannot sustain respect for our place of home because of the fear that they will not be benefited... or credited. To that, they call themselves rightful and moral citizens of this planet. He of all people; saviours or Gods, didn't even come from this world, yet he knows everything there is to know about us. Now they call him what they should truly call themselves...
Hypocrites.~
Through a hopeful, yet shallow breath, I uttered "He will save us", and became silent once again looking beyond and away from the hurtling meteor racing towards Earth, and up towards our hero that I knew was ascending to save us.
"That damn coward's not gonna save any of us", an ignorant man standing near me within the scattered crowd of people on a busy street growled, "I knew it from the start, he's weak! He's probably the one that made this rock hurtle towards us-"
"Stop! How the hell can you say that? He's our one and only hero that has the right to be called an actual Hero! How can you betray him like this now?!"
"Ha! Betray him?! That damn alien betrayed us! Look at him, he's going in the wrong damn way! He ain't using his devilish magic to save us. He's gonna have the best seat up there to watch us blow up! Or who knows, that traitor could even be going up there to speed that rock up so he gets a bigger show" This just ticked me off!
"Shut up! Just shut up! You're old but you're definitely not wise" I managed to get a satisfying smirk in the midst of this chaos, "typical, he was right; people like you can't see beyond what you see before you, that's why this is happening and he's teaching us. What he told us and showed us before were all mere lessons. Today is our final exam. And because of people like you, we'll end up failing... more than what you think an exam looks like. This isn't pen to paper circling the right choice. This is real, yet beyond that. What you see before you is God's test of humanity... his test of our will. When, and if, you wake up tomorrow, ask yourself why and how you did..." This actually shut him up, I knew my words had hit him hard because I could tell he was thinking about what I just said. But I knew he was thinking of more than that. He was looking through his memories and remembering what I had explained. His own ignorance had hit him hard, and I was kind of proud of myself because it did.
I would have never been able to say any of that, let alone have hope at all at such a crucial time, if it wasn't for him.
~Our hero, our saviour, our God was ascending to the stars, but not quite as distant. Each depth that took him further into this final quest drew him closer to realizing what he is. Who he is. And to know for sure if he actually is God in this universe. If not, then he will know for sure what... who. If he turns out to be nothing... to himself and this world... he will still always be Saphireous to me.~
Rhea (5 years ago 12:35pm):
~I never understood why I even tried to fight for something I believed in, especially in this world. There was no point in demonstrating acts of gratitude and good will if everyone surrounding me favoured selfish destruction and benefit of self. I was simply adding to their flames, and unfortunately their flames destroyed this planet's health and humanly livelihood. The demeaning fact is that each and every one of us knew what we were causing on this planet, yet we ignore it and blame it on each other. These people cannot handle blame so they commit the same act upon the other. This theoretical chain reaction had spread, blame upon blame turning to anger... then finally destruction. Fear drowned them because they pursued independence from all of their own kind. Yet they make it legal and "set in writing", calling it political independence or economic contracts. They legalize our planet's destruction in order to achieve something they can only short live... believing it will last a lifetime.
This is what humans are... and will continue to be... unless they break the links of this chain reaction. They cannot do it alone... nor can I... yet ironically they fired up this chaos by themselves and soon formed groups of support... cities, nations, extremists. It is when each and every one of us realizes that we cannot save the future individually, nor in the midst of international conflicts.
Therefore... we are lost... forever. We are almost done being physical beings, and only Gods Themselves can miraculously save us now...~
I shut my book of grievances and took a deep and helpless breath. I couldn't believe that I wrote what I just wrote in this perpetual novel, and to think- know- that each word composes the truth begs my morality to just give up and leave... yet I hold on. This world is not lost yet, because only nature can decide if it is or will be.
I glanced outside my bedroom window just to make sure. I saw the afternoon sun shining through the misty blue sky unto the vast green soccer field across from my house. There was no sign of destruction caused by nature as a whole.
"Good... we're still alive..."
Yet I saw something in the distance in the form of black suffocation. Just beyond the houses standing at the north did I see a giant dark cloud rising from an unknown source. I soon heard sirens from fire brigades and ambulances gaining frequency as they approached my street and raced to the deathly smoke. I soon realized that it was a fire raging from a nearby oil refinery when I quickly grabbed out my binoculars sitting inside my bedside drawers and peered through to see the mass building erupt into flames and smoke. From the sounds of the numerous sirens, I knew it was an extraordinarily untameable fire.
Yet I looked down at my neighbourhood street to see people leisurely strutting past, taking a quick curious glance in the direction of the fire and then continuing with their stroll.
Mass chaos and possibly death was consuming lives and the Earth... yet no one cared, thus further enhancing my theory of truth. I surprisingly giggled at that statement, knowing a "theory" composed by a 16 year old girl was actually turning out to be true.
As much as it makes me laugh... it greatly saddens me. So with my head held down in disappointment I looked at the time; 12:41pm, rose up and descended down the stairs to the main floor thinking of more ways to rant about our race. I felt guilty in a way, to know that I was part of this species committing mental acts that resembled their unholy chaos... to want to degrade their place on Earth even more... selfish, but truth.
I stepped onto the cold tile flooring and made my way left to a small religious shrine my family worships in. I comfortably sat down and joined my hands in prayer.
If I cannot help them, it is fate destined by you. But I know only you can change that fate in order to save us all. Please God I beg you, show them all 'everything' like you showed me 'some'. Teach us, save us... test us...-
Firefighter James Lyons:
I became fearful of what more would and could happen to this refinery. I had quickly been ordered to evade the burning dispute and rendezvous to the safety of the fire patrols. We needed a better plan to fight this flame. It was a good thing I was only a few meters away from the crew as I had been fighting the fire at the front gate of the refinery. I saw the gathering of the trucks and conversed with chief and his crew. Suddenly, without the slightest of warning did all Hell break loose.
It was as if a nuclear bomb had exploded in this peaceful city, as a massive mushroom of heat and smoke engulfed everything around us. It felt as if every neurotic sense had suddenly rebelled against me, because the heat had triggered excruciatingly infinite pain! Yet I was surprised, and truly grateful, that it did not last more than two seconds, which felt impossible... yet I didn’t complain obviously. It was as if adrenaline had accomplished its greatest task in protecting me. And at that exact moment did it feel as if time had literally slowed down. I heard violent screams and those gasping for air in the carbon waste field. I fell to the ground, trying to take cover and get my oxygen mask firmly onto my face. I looked at my life support devices that were barely visible within the smoke and also the watch attached to them; through the dark, I don’t know what urged me at that exact point in time to read the time on that watch, I read 12:45pm. I rolled on to my left side trying to gain mental control and managed to see blue sky through a hole in the smoke... I couldn't understand what I saw. It was as if God was physically coming down or I was hallucinating.
I saw a mysterious sparkle of light gently floating down through the oceanic sky. At first I thought it was a heap of debris from the explosion reflecting the bright sunlight. But the sparkle continued its glow and descended down un-naturally, like intentionally trying to land through the clear opening in the smoke. Soon it entered the hole of smoke and without warning once again, intensified its luminosity. Soon I didn't see a speck of smoke... only white light.
Was I dying? Was God taking me up? I wouldn't know... I lost my senses... and passed out.
***
-... And give us the sign that we are finally being tested. You know that we possess the answers; it only requires your education. And you know that once we witness your spiritual light upon us, we will understand... we will change... we will learn.
Tang Ruiyi(Ryan Tran):
“Oh come on! We’ve communicated to the moon and back, isn’t it time we communicate with each other that are so much closer? I mean this is the 21st century, it’s time for us to realize this globe belongs to all of us!”
I lost my attention span just as that statement had been made by a frustrated interviewee on the noon news show on T.V. I let out a silent sighing laugh and ignorantly shook my head at how easy it is to say that in frustration. I took sympathy for that woman though, because I agreed with her more than it seemed and knew how she felt. She was getting annoyed by our species, as was I knowing I had to endure such hardships that she had been outlining within the simple interview.
So I continued thinking of the despondency that this world was bestowed upon, as I walked into my home kitchen to grab a bite. I opened the refrigerator to notice last night’s chicken and asparagus sealed in a large plastic container. For some odd reason, catching a sight of this container threw me off... literally to an extent. However I wasn’t shocked by the sight of the chicken and asparagus, I actually love this dish, but I was childishly jolted by the sight of the actual container. I had only seen that container once in my home... when I dumped it into a trash bag and threw it into the garbage disposal outside my house. For a moment I thought I was being overly-stupid by being astonished by the container’s return. The reason is because I had brought that container from when I visited a Tianjin restaurant a few months ago. The container came with the meal I had bought from there and had eaten in a hotel. I decided that I liked the fiery design on the lid of the container and had brought it all the way back home in Guangzhou. So when I did throw out the container (yesterday), I didn’t expect it to reappear back into my refrigerator with my favourite food in there.
I took the container out of the fridge and visually analyzed it with confusion and curiosity. Did recycling actually just freak me out? Ha! Nah! Recycling is just myth. I arrogantly (and proudly) chuckled at that. So then what? Was I just not using my mind when I threw out some other random container into the garbage? If so, then I think I should get my brain checked in case I have some hallucination disorder. I scratched my head and soon decided to eat the chicken anyways. I scraped it all on a plate and heated it in the microwave. As it was heating up, I made extra sure that this time I had actually thrown out the container. As I threw it into the bag, I smirked at the fact that I put myself on high alert for something as simple and strange as this.
My thoughts were interrupted by the beep of the microwave, telling me my chicken was ready to eat. I walked over and pulled open the microwave door to retrieve my food, and as I did I looked over at the built in clock to see that it read 12:39pm. I began to devour the chicken and asparagus before I even got to my sofa in the living room where the T.V. stood. I fell onto a seat of the sofa and relaxed by putting my feet up on the long coffee table.
I grabbed the T.V. remote and began to flick through channels.
“Welcome to the News Hour, I’m-“
“There were several reports of injuries as-“
“International aid could not be received by the earthquake victims as there was a lack of awareness and support by the-“
“Oh wow seriously? Nothing but news! I’m tired of this man, nothing good on!” I constantly jabbed the remote keys to find something appealing to watch, which only ended in frustration as I reached back to the news session reporting on the apparent earthquake who knows where, “Man who cares who died in a damn earthquake?! Put something we all care about for a change!”
I gave up the fight and submit myself to the news show, endlessly grunting to myself. In the midst of my grunting I noticed a small blue bar at the top left hand of the T.V. screen reading 12:45pm. I sighed loudly and glanced outside the window adjacent to me. At that moment, something had quickly caught my attention.
At first it seemed like another one of my personal mirages, but I focused long enough to see that this floating sparkle was real. I glared at it for so long I was surprised I was able to pay attention for that kind of time. I observed the sparkling object descending so gently down from the sky and... Strangely towards my house... right to me.
I removed my feet off the table and somewhat panicked. Was this a frickin’ plane heading towards me? It couldn’t be, it was descending too slowly... and the sparkle encompassed the whole object- if it was an object that is.
I rose up off the couch and ran to the front door to both escape possible disaster and to see more clearly what the oddly majestic shine was. As I reached the door, it wouldn’t open! I unlocked and fiddled with all the locks and yet still did not unfasten itself from... whatever it’s fastened to.
Now, I panicked.
I ran to the back and tried opening the back door... no luck, “what the hell! What’s wrong with this sh-”, and at that moment did I eerily hear the volume of the T.V. blast up without intention. I literally was shaken down to my knees from the sudden acceleration of sound. Was I getting pranked? Robbed? Murdered? I wouldn’t know. I couldn’t think the slightest bit in a straight direction from all the chaotic sound and the constant fear of the unknown.
I ran to the living room window and looked outside. I saw... nothing out of the ordinary. The object was no longer descending or even visible. I was confused beyond damn belief and felt so stupid once again. Am I seriously losing my mind? I could be, but it still doesn’t explain the sudden boost in volume. So I curiously looked at the loud T.V.
Without warning at all I was interrupted by the frickin’ king of all interruptions! The front door flew open and a GIGANTIC burst of wind obliterated my ability to process! As the door unbolted the hurricane inside my house, the shine reappeared outside my door and intensified. I knew that it was intensifying because I could literally see my red painted walls brightening up and turning white!
The source of the luminosity quickly entered into my house upon my visibility... yet light years away from my belief. The shine erupted in its radiance once again, and all I could see was white while the continuous resonances of the news show I had been watching.
I screamed like I had never screamed before. I was not in pain. This scream was more severe than a as it would come from someone in actual pain. This scream was unexplainable. It was from utter terror aroused by...
By what...?
The end? The beginning? Or neither...
It is then when I lost track of time (and possibly existence) at all did I stop hearing the rupture of the news show and heard an echoing statement within the silent, blank abyss;
“Hypocrites are what we choose to be when we ascertain others that they will end up within this void, while it is ultimately us that are the first to be perceived here.”
The soft scent of a gentle breeze,
Like a chilling mint within an arctic freeze
And the sprinkles of snow with a cooling relief,
I feel this air and begin to breathe.
This air so cool in a place so white,
With a shade of blue at a calming slight
And a sapphire plane upon a starry night,
An inward breath turns into a watery sight.
A crystal-borne current passing in a resonant void,
As a distant Angel chants her heavenly voice
And a harmonious melody echoes in the vast rejoice,
I hear the sound of the breeze I cannot avoid.
I have been drawn back to the beginning's end,
Holding my breath as the inhales ascend
Clenching the breeze with its wintry blend,
I release the sight, the sound, and the scent.
So I was thinking of starting a fan fiction sorta thing, like writing my own story and stuff. Should I?
The first (and best) part of the lyrics (translated) for the song Tu Jaane Na. Love this part!
How do I tell you why do I love you,
Beloved I could not say.
Words of my heart, they remain to be told,
My eyes try to convey.
You do not know...
At my closest approach to the center of mass
I feel a force burning me into glass,
Yet pulling further beyond than a transparent gem
I feel the tide melting me from the stem.
Those who observe are seeing the nature of space
Recording the path to my eventual erase,
Yet the irony is I will always be here
Part of the center but will not appear.
This is the result of my closest approach
My final orbit before this Perihelion reproach,
Yet a glimpse of the end is only the start
As I pass the horizon and into the heart.
Both of these new favorite songs are from the new movie Ajab Prem Ki Gazab Kahani (lol Bollywood)
First one is called Tera Hone Laga Hoon (I am becoming Yours)
(this is the shortened movie music video version of it, it's actually MUCH better if you listened to the whole thing! This is my all time favorite as of now, lol but don't think I'm cheating on my last fav. song. No no, it's from the same singer so muahaha!)
The other one is Tu Jaane Na (You Do Not Know)
(This song is absolutely amazing!)
A nanosecond has barely passed
So tonight, or should I say last night because it's really early in the morning right now (3am) I was at the Diwali Dinner party where are the Gujju (slang for Gujarati (type of brown xD)) people of Calgary converse. And so there's this girl who is sooo pretty, and every now and then I end up meeting her somewhere. Like every time I see her she always seems to get prettier, and last night HOT! Lol so I was talking about her with my friends by the door of the hall entrance and guess what? She was leaving and somehow tripped on a camera wire on the floor and fell on me. At first I thought I got attacked but then I turned around JUST IN TIME that she fell on me as the BEST TIGHT HUG IN A LONG WHILE!!! DUDE I was (in my head of course) dancing and partying with joy that she came remotely this close to me xD. All this time I thought she thought that I didn't even exist, common story with others hey? But last night AHHMAAGAWDD, she started saying sorry and stuff and then guess what? She told me I looked really really handsome and good in the suit I was wearing (plus contacts xD xD). After that I don't know how long we talked at that entrance from "how's life" to "wow you really look pretty in that dress". Seriously I think we hit it off nicely! Lol I was so inspired and happy, still am YAYYYY!!! And then GUESS WHATTTT!!! OMGGG!!! YOU WILL NOT, and I mean NOT, BELIEVE THIS!! SHE ASKED ME FOR MY PHONE NUMBER SO WE COULD TEXT EACH OTHER AND STUFF AND I WAS LIKE HOLY CURRY MACARONI!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! SHE'S SO HOTTTT!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OMG THANK YOU GOD!!!!!!!!
It's not that great because the explosion looks like a smudge. But otherwise, it is the picture I had in my head all throughout the way when I was writing a fanfic for a forum. Haha that didn't go so well because I didn't get the chance to finish due to school. People were really pissed off at that but w.e. School first! =)
I could never draw your perfections perfectly on a page. Especially the eyes and smile. So hard! But I tried.
OMG MY COMMENT SECTION FINALLY WORKS NOW!!
But the only problem is that it is a pop-up window rather than being embedded below the post (because HTML screwed it up). So until I find a PROPER code to embed the comments below the post, my comments will not be in a pop-up window. Omg finally!
I am in the Eye of the Storm
Where in each circular direction
-There is chaos
Whirling at over a hundred miles per hour.
The clouds swirling are a blur,
The hope lying beyond this Hurricane is blocked,
The sound of the gusts are like laughter
-Repeating and breaking nature's fury.
However fear is not something to hold here;
The bluster has blew them away somewhere inside its storm.
I have been part of this forecast for a while
-Waiting for the sunny break.
Inside this chaos, stands a circle of hope,
Discredited of fear and destruction,
To look up at the clarity;
Blue and Sunny;
-To finally escape into Inspiration.
Throughout the period of a Lifetime,
I get the feeling of being pulled into the tides
And being helplessly drifted away;
-Closer to an edge.
This fear of falling off a cliff is at the shore of everyone,
To drown into the abysmal sands and stones of fear itself,
-Awaiting my fall.
But once I realize the droplets of thirst shower me
Into a waterfall, becoming the milky flow down towards her arms-
-Spread out as a bowl;
I jump.
I was so inspired today because I read the awesomest poem on the bus. I am really start to love the idea of "Poetry in Motion" on transit, it really has some great and meaningful poems. Everytime I read one I just get amazed at how the imagery, and today TASTE of AIR, was conveyed. It just draws you in so nicely. Reading those make me wonder if I could EVER write poetry like that. Seriously, mine are just a bunch of rhymes talking about a transition from beginning to end. To me it conveys a message but not sure if it does the same for others. The way authors of Poetry in Motion convey their poems through coordinated free-verse is just so intense. I'm going to try really hard to write an intense, breathtaking, poem like that for my next poem (which I hope I get enough spare time to write soon).
The poem I saw on the transit described the breathtaking air of nature on the Himalayas and drifting snow, and compared it the breath of a girl or a woman, which just frickin' inspired me because it was a dayum awesome love poem. Like c'mon, comparing a woman or a girl's breath to be better than natural air, calling her divine through defying nature, is just the best love poem I've read since a long time. If only I could... hmmm...
I can't really say that I have learned everything I need to know in Life, not even by a speckle of universal existence. If I had, well the whole world would probably be different. Yes, no? Oh well, it makes sense to me. Haha, so the fact that I haven't learned everything completely begs the question from me, "what have I learned so far". Intentional self-question seems so cheesy yet again, like it always was before. I remember those times, to wish right now that I could just press rewind and zoom back into Life. Sleepless hours didn't mean restlessness at all, did it? It always felt like a competition for who would make the other go offline first as we endlessly typed away.
I guess it does feel as if those times slipped away to fast. Ironic how back then we wished time would speed up. I guess the saying "be careful what you wish for" holds true.
However I want to confirm that we never left on the wrong note, nor have you ruined our friendship, nor have I been thrown down by you at all. Quite the contrary.(I know we're forbidden to say sorry, but cmon this doesn't sound as remotely emotional as yours). The wrong note was never made because we never had the ability to make mistakes when we had each others support. (Haha admit it, that makes no sense).
It felt as if swords had been thrown at my heart when you said YOU ruined our friendship. IF anything is ruined at all, its that statement deceiving you into think you're at fault. Neither one of us are at fault for the disconnection that was created in our friendship. This is yet another aspect of nature in which I feel as if I know too much about. There is absolutely, and I mean ABSOLUTELY, no room for remorse or guilt in this friendship. ABSOLUTELY NOT!
And when you say I have been thrown down by you, I must say that is not the case EVER. I know that you are a heartfelt person, and would NEVER throw someone down. You're too good for that kind of stuff. If anything you'd end up pick someone up and boosting them higher into their spirit. I remember all the times you stayed up for me to pick me up and boost me higher. Cheesy? Finally! xD.
So in the end, forgiveness is our universal motivation in this friendship. However it does not exist because in order to forgive, I must perceive you as harm; which as I stated before is NOT POSSIBLE. Therefore our friendship is timeless and our memories are our guides for that.
Hehe hope that makes you feels remotely better, to knwo that you are not alone indeed.
Haha yeah, so it's my birthday (woopie =)) And I'm not really in a creative mood right now so I can't post anything mind-blowing xD. So once I get inspired I'll probably be posting some awesome thing on an editted version of this post.
Bye!
Maybe it's wrong
Maybe it's against immediate morals
Maybe it's just too under-thought
Or possibly way too over-thought...
But I might be in love.
Maybe...
Thundrous showers reach the floor of my porch
Douzing the flames of an imaginary torch
Bound to the concrete of this walking stone
Slabbed in the center of a field alone.
The grass grows to either side of this route
To create a distant lawn with a sidewalk about
Stretching around the far reaches of this field
Congressing to the center where this floor will yield.
Imagination forgets the distance spread across
And drowns itself in the midst of an unreal chaos
Raining in the illusory form of a roaring storm
Hallucinating the torch beneath the cloudy swarm.
Decieving the lie of a pouring commotion
Drowns the turmoil of a natural notion
And saves the belief from a complete scorch
That the only source of reality was the perception of a torch.
Aha this template causes so much trouble... maybe should change it back. Grr, but it looks sooo good! Decisions decisions!
So I saw this trailer finally at the movie theatre when I went to watch Transformers. I was so happy to know that M.Night. Shayamalan actually made this look epic. Hopefully he doesn't ruin the infamous series that was Avatar The Last Airbender with this movie. By the looks of it, it seems promising. We'll see how he incorporates an entire season into one movie. Seems tricky.
WOOT
The beauty we explore is nothing less
Than the inspiration we seek when in distress
As we glare into the depths of where the stars congress
Into the infinite grace wearing Her sparkling dress.
She the elegance who is so young yet so wise
Through billions of years Her beauty survives
And only for a while will Her knowledge reprise
Our speckle of existence requires goodbyes...
Our short farewell will celestially disperse
As our spirits will sprinkle into the vast immerse
Transformed into stars freckled on Her dress
Makes the Universe a more beautiful princess.
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For some reason I can't stop making poems based on the Universe. It's just so fascinating to me. Everytime I see some beautiful picture of the Universe, it drowns me with inspiration. Haha I don't know if I'm just being mushy or serious. Oh well, I hope the poem is good. Till then, Bye!
...(for now that is)
The force of gravity
Is inevitability
Compared to the force
Of "Physics Insanity".
Luckily that was not the scene
As I made it through completely clean,
No more diffraction gratings
Being projected onto a screen.
No more attracting or repelling force
That has repelled me throughout the course
Called the Physics Diploma
Finally I am off of this horse.
The force of friction between my pen and the page
Was set aside by my aching hand on its stage
As I calculated the energy for some
Truly I was just inching closer to get out of the Cage.
The cage has opened with all its Theories aside
With momentum transfered I hope I do not collide
With the returning Impulse which is Physics
Until then I declare "it has been a wonderful ride."
Finally, as the end of the Physics Diploma exam brings the school year officially to a close, I can Relax.
Man I can't remember when I've been this chill... maybe the days in elementary school. Seriously, it feels that relaxing today knowing I'm stress-free for a while. I'll probably start getting back on track in a week or so. Then it's going to be an intense(and probably expensive) day at the Calgary Stampede; yay woot!! I hope to go with friends this time rather than my sister (who doesn't ever go on rides) so I can actually have fun while going on rides. Till then, enjoy you summers and will see you in Stampede or more likely in school in August. Ew, let's not think about that just yet.
So it's basically tomorrow or never. The show will definetly go on, whether I'm there or not... obviously. But tomorrow I plan on running that show. Will make myself proud hopefully. I've prepared and hope it's enough to pull off a great performance worthy enough for mass credit. I wish everyone else luck, hoping they will pull it off as well. Best of luck!
HOLY CAMOLI!!! That was the best frickin' book I have (and will have) ever read... EVER! I finally finished the last and final book of the Pendragon adventure series, and man was it beautiful. It was darker than any of the other nine, but it was sooo neccessary to understand all the answers of the series. I think I finished it in like a day, all 600 pages of it. New record for me. So driven.
Best ending and best series ever. Sad to know it's finally over, but I'm so hyper towards the way it ended. Too good!
100000/10
"Because it was truly the way it was meant to be"
"And so we go!"
Look at the sky as if it were made out of Gold
To the sparkling delights of what the Universe holds,
In the pocket of dark leading to a singular bold
A Star where the story of our lives unfolds.
Giving us Life from as far as it stands
Sending us heat so we may warm our hands,
But before we can look, it is already gone
Replaced by the moonlight awaiting its dawn.
When finally it comes in the form of a shine
In the midst of the darkness the rays unwind,
Soon to know that it exposes our land
To the reaches of our eyes to what we don't understand.
Finally we learn how nature is quick
To make us realize that we have fallen for its trick,
Where it began with a void of darkness and cold
Has now envisioned us to view the sky as Gold.
YES FINALLY! I got the first copy of Pendragon Book 10 from the public library today. As far as I've read (230 pages already), it's fricken INTENSE! OMAGA I just HAVE to finish it. Bye!
A poem I made based on my first post here on this blog. I think the message is really unclear, but I guess that's the point.
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The momentum has passed
And the game has stopped.
Time has stood still
For a few seconds on the clock.
Finally have I been
At the end of the track
As I collide with the host
And end the game with a hack.
Sure a few dents to myself
But an explosion of the fence
Holding me captive
From the freedom I'd commence.
This runaway car
Now holds still
And all that was required
Was mastery of skill.
A skill of pursuit
Of what is unseen
By the game itself
And you in between.
Yes you are the force
That brought it to a stop
Both me and the source
Where the source will flop.
The end of this game
Through heroic means,
Where the momentum is tame
With its disrupted routines...
Damn it man. Frick. I think I just lost my only key to some good University like Waterloo cuz of today's Physics test. Damn it man! This test was my only way to boost up my mark enough.
A sprouting tree beyond the leaves that grow
To flowers that scatter to put on a show
Performing their blooms in front of the sky,
It is natural beauty I cannot deny.
The tree that branches higher than you and I
Where we breathe the scent upon which we rely,
And we sit down and watch with a tear in our eyes.
We sense a world where nothing really dies...
As nightfall arrives
And sparkles the millions of lives
Shining from the abyss above
Knowing some of them are the ones that we love...
And as I return my gaze back to the tree,
Your eyes remain up to the stars that they see
Remembering the flowers that they were once.
You should know, they are still blooming upon the tree...the Universe.
There is a reason
As to why I am locked,
Behind this door
And away from where you are shocked.
Surprised at the chaos I'll create
When I jingle the keys
To what you might appreciate
Just to unlock something that never was
And end up forgetting those keys
In the realm of distrust.
Brewed in the kitchen of my thoughts
Where the mistrust is stirred directly in the pot.
Believing the truth being told is nothing but absurd
As the eventual lies will be brewed and deferred.
This house,
It was was never a home
As you brought it down
When the truth had been shown
Just to let the irony be told
Not by me,
But only by you alone.
Are you understanding why?
The reason I'm behind this gate
Talking to you in this unsteady rate
Explaining what I can't explain
Wondering if this is causing you pain
Or if I'm just pushing you further and further
Beyond the point where this can be considered murder...
Well?
Eventual fall?
Do you have an answer
To any of this at all?
Maybe an attempt to explain
Is like nothing but plain,
Just like telling you the truth
Is just me lying again...
Alright so! May has finally arrived! That means I'm 12 days away from the long awaited final book of Pendragon! But there's a problem... as usual. On that same day is my Physics IB exam and I have to admit, after attemting the practice IB papers, I think I'm so totally SCREWED! Man it's just so dayum intimidating. But I think I'll pull through with a decent mark. Maybe my constant drive to read the final book will inspire me to pass the exam. Aha whatever. Until then. Remember that one word? Which one? Oh yeah... Bye!
Why fail when in the process of success?
Do you not notice the limit as to why I confess?
I doubt it.
I doubt you.
Yet you fail to doubt me.
You fail.
I fail.
I fail to think you will stop.
Stop this rhetoric.
Asking me how... why...
But I know it's a lie.
The way you say it.
Say I succeed.
Yet you know it was just luck.
Lucky to become even a fragment.
A fragment of who you are.
But are you whom I believe to think?
Someone who I doubt?
Yet you fail to doubt me.
And as usual...
Yourself.
I've finally found THE song! The song that she always loved! After I listened to it more carefully and attentively, I understood why she loved it so much. I put it in my imeem player below, it's called "Kuch Is Tara" which means "In Such a Way". It's by my favorite singer Atif Aslam.
I understand the song now. And it's beautiful!
Hello? Anyone out there? Are we done with this yet? Apparently we might be... if not... then respond. Bye... to anyone still out there.
Cannot wait as May 12 creeps closer every moment. Pendragon Book 10 is the great prize that waits to be retrieved on this marvelous day, which will mark the epic finale to the amazing adventure series. Cannot wait to finish it in 5 hours! XD
Bye... Muhahaha
So I made the decision today during the end of REAP today at the pizza party. The decision was made when I was called during the party and her parents asked for a final decision: Either come watch her go or stay here... I chose to stay. Like I said before, it's better for me to stay behind and move on from there rather than go there and experience what will be nothing like a goodbye. And Jimithy! I don't regret it at all, I just can't get over the fact that she's physically going...
The word 'Funeral' just felt too eerie for me, therefore I felt something was wrong... there's no regret.
One of my friends asked me if I was okay, because after that phone call I seemed sad. I tried to act like nothing happened but felt my voice shudder a bit when I said it. The truth is, I was sad at that moment. Not because I wasn't going, but because the truth had become final. After 16 years, something that was destined to happen while we prayed it wouldn't... happened. But...
As thoughts prevail through the destined stride,
It's not destiny, but my thoughts that decide...
And they finally have.
Bye!
Bonjour mes amis, je suis Saphire exactement. Je suis ici à vous dire mon histoire petit... mais seulement dans français... parce que je peux le parler maintenant. J'ai été par un océan, mais le problème est je ne peux pas nager ou voler. C'est possible de nager, mais impossible de voler ... naturellement. Un jour j'ai été seulement un humain, mais un autre jour je suis devenu une personne. Une personne avec le sens ... une personne avec l'amour. je suis devenu une personne quand j'elle'ai rencontré. Je serai pouvoir une pause mon histoire pour maintenant et continuerai plus tard... ou jamais.
So wow, it's already April. Seems like New Year just came around yesterday and now we're already in the fourth month. Kind of being skeptic about the Conficker Virus hype going around, and I have to admit that it's pretty devious the date this virus supposedly takes effect and spreads. April 1st, as in April Fools Day. It could possibly be a joke or the real deal. The person(s) who crafted this thing have deviously fired up skepticism and anxiety among people, I guess including me. If I don't update soon after this post... consider the worst... for my computer.
Anyways, besides the virus threat, tomorrow is April Fools Day. I want to pull off a really big prank but doubt it'll take effect because of my mismanaged coordination. If it does take effect however, the result(s) will be super epic awesome. I can't (wont) say now, just find out tomorrow... if it happens that is. Until then, I play my broken record self and say Bye!
So I guess I'm suffering the last minute down-crunch of enjoying what's left of this really short break. They should've given us atleast ONE more week to let us enjoy ourselves after going through that pain called homework. Atleast one more week for us IB kids XD. But oh well, I'm kinda glad we're going back to school... but not so much about the upcoming IB exams and diplomas and what not. But whatever, untill then I enjoy! To end today off, I'm going to play Drift City, with my buddy VTEC Honda, so hardcore. I need to level up so both of us can destroy other racers. And also, I can't wait for my Mercedes-Benz... in the game that it. So leveling up is a MUST! Mercedes, here I come!! Oh and, Bye!
I cannot un-say what my mind has said,
Returning to the sight where my eyes had bled.
As I look at these strings with my fingers on the fret,
And playing each rythm is a cause for a threat--
--Warning me of those who I will never know
By judging them quick as a friend or a foe,
Like playing on key as my rythm stays sharp
While waiting on the crowd to let the music embark--
--Creating a tone through its crackeling sounds
Of a polluted mind upon the shattering ground.
As if strumming the frets will explode the peace,
While cutting the sound is like a bomb released.
So these past few days have been hectic with what's been going and has happened. I'm still a bit shaky but I've managed to recover my mind. So with a deep breath I begin to get myself back on track and basically back to actuality and functionality. I don't want to move so fast as to believe the misconception of completely forgetting the memories, like many have told me to do. It'll be better to have a fragment still left inside as a boost of inspiration everytime I need it. Otherwise theres no need to move at all. This week will never be forgotten, because of it I suddenly have unending inspiration to create meaning poems just from a simple thought. I guess now I can finally enforce some true significance in my poetry. Wow I never thought I'd say that with such complexity that it actually (or almost) lets me want to like literature... almost. Aside from that, I've been rained upon (more like showered) by the unending droplets of homework. That's one weather forecast I can NEVER seem to avoid. I can live with the gentle breeze of Math, with its intriguing challenges just fluttering in my head. While the dynamic thunders of Social make me want to take cover, yet is seemingly impossible. French is just like a cloud occasionally passing by, bringing the good and bad at random times. And lastly there's Physic, with its scientific theories and truths just pouring down on me as either a form of harmless rain or a form of burning acid rain. At this moment I stand under the acid rain, with the clouds heading in a bad direction, along with the thunders striking left and right, yet comes the peace of the storm with its gentle and calming breeze.
Wow, I just gave an entire weather forecast about HOMEWORK. Wow... just wow. Talk about IBish beyond belief. But oh well, maybe it's my "inspiration" rightfully bursting out into the open. So until next time, take care and yeah, Bye!
~I wrote this song-like poem the day after I found out what had happened. It's depressing yet angering to write this, but I felt as if it could mean more. It seems a bit controversial now that I read it, because I don't agree with most of what I had to say before. Hopefully it makes sense, reliving what I thought was going to end up. It was initially called "To Lose the Stories...Yet to Come..." But again, controversial to what I feel now.~
Am I losing my sense to this daze,
Walking willingly through this haze.
The voice that breaks away from the glare,
The sight that disipates the haunting air.
Breaking this cloud to see her ahead,
Reaching the edge where her voice has led,
And what I have to say is left unsaid,
As the haze has covered what had shed...
And so it hurts to see you move away,
Because I need you everyday...
Through what our lives' stories speak,
Time is no longer the one I seek...
(And so)
From you to me to everything I could be,
I will be what you want- through this symphony.
And through this song I cannot believe--...
That it showers the end... to our love story...
(And finally---)
I tell you what I havn't told you at all...
Is that I cannot lose you--...
Anymore---....
Even though it hurts to keep living in the past where memories thrived, it is wiser to start moving foreward. And not a moment too soon or late. I understand it'll be hard to forget, don't remind me, I'll never be over it. But in time it'll start looking better.
I was asked if I would regret not going to see her one last time to say goodbye... my answer is No. I finally know what I'm doing right, meaning it's better if I don't go. If I do go, it will be nothing like a goodbye... far from it. My one last time has passed, and I don't regret it at all. I understand why it all happened, and now... it's time to move foreward. =)
I am sorry God, for yelling at you and blaming you. What You did was destiny that you had always written. And I am sorry again. Now that I think about it, I realize that she is no longer in pain and suffering. And the way you carried it out, was God-like indeed. You did it when we were physically the furthest away from each other, and yet you still let us live the best memories we could live during that time. And so now, I no longer ask you "Why?", but I ask "if you would let her please know that we still love her, and we always will". Thank you God, and...
Prathna, I Love You, I Truly know now that you are God!
WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME GOD? WHY? I"V ALWAYS PRAISED YOU AND YOU STILL DID IT? WHY!!!! I COME HOME AND YOU TAKE HER AWAY FROM ME! SLOWLY YOU INCREASED THE DISTANCE AND NOW YOOU'VE DONE IT PERMENANTLY? WHY???????? WHAT HAVE I DONE? WHY GOD? WHY DID YOU? WHY DID YPOU TAKE HER AWAY FROM ME???? WHY!!!!!!!!!!!! MORE IMPORTANTLY, WHAT HAS SHE DONE TO YOU????!!! SHE WAS ALWAYS THE INNOCENT ONE, AND YET YOU STILL TAKE HER! WHY GOD! WHY?
SHOULD I KEEP CRYING AND SCREAMING? WHAT SHOULD I DO NOW? SHOULD I EVEN ASK YOU ANYMORE? IF SO... THEN WHY????
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So I'm coming home tommorow night from Fairmont, BC, thus ending my short vacation and plunging myself into homework. But for some reason, I'm having a bad feeling about something. I had a dream last night that I was looking at a calender with the dates March 22 and 23 circled, and I couldn't breathe. I was panicking and I ended up falling to no where and woke up. It just felt sooo eerie and scary the way I saw it. Maybe I'm just over-thinking this, but still, kind of have a bad feeling in the back of my mind. Until then, I'll be waiting to come back. Bye!
No!!! Today my beautiful baby I've known and cherished for a year broke! Man I was so depressed when it happened! By baby I mean my side bag, lol I know I'm a loser, but it's one of those things that remind me of her. Lol lame again but whatever.
I heard and saw some of the strap tear afterschool when I was leaning down to pick something up. Wind 95 and Bilkk said that it'll rip soon. But I said it wouldn't... a few minutes later it broke... As soon as she hit the floor, I was all like "No! Aw man noho! My baby! She's gone! No!!" and I got all sad and started doing surgery on her. Moment in Time and I stapled the strap on with like 20 staples and surprisingly it held on! Now I have a choice; either sew it together and lose precious time =), or buy a new bag...=(. I don't want to buy a new bag... but maybe I have to let her go... Wow sounds so wierd huh? All this for a bag. LOLOL
I am really sorry for going over...
Over the edge of over-board...
Because what I did to you today...
It was over the edge I could not ignore.
I am sorry for threatening you...
I started a few days ago,
but I made it seem like I did it normally...
Today I angered not only you, but also those around...
They noticed, and maybe you did too...
But I am sorry for what I have to say further...
Because I cannot stop now...
I cannot lose a great friend over a demeaning lie...
I am asking, begging, for you to just play along...
Just accept what I don't want to say...
And accept my apologies, every time I say it...
Because I wish not to, but have to, go furthur over-board.
From eyes to the seperation below,
The destructive force becomes overthrown,
As it leaves her body from every seap,
Our minds relaxed as we finally sleep.
Sleeping to the contents of Our Hearts,
As that force's end has forced Our starts,
Forgeting what that evil has done,
And praying that it never returns.
So..
I stop saying "her" and begin to say You,
And cherish the will I have always pursued,
Where my mind finally knows what you always knew,
That I am the one whom You have rescued.
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God cannot even know how happy I am to know that you are recovering so fast, and you cannot even imagine how blessed I am to know you're winning your fight against Cancer. We're all here for you and WE ALL LOVE YOU!
Oh wow, that was just an awesome Auto Show. I never thought I'd ever get that close as to touch such beautiful cars in my life. Oh wow, blew my mind. All we (Group of 4) did was tke like a million pictures! Non-stop photoshoots that were definetly worth it! Eventually we kept having camera issues, where mine and "VTECH Honda's" batteries kept dying, and Moment in Time's memory kept running out (so had to delete old pics)... in the end, it was absolutely breath-taking to witness such cars in our presence. Some of the best ones were;
Lamborghini Murcielego (of course)
Lamborghini Gallardo
Ferrari 612 Scaglietti
Ferrari Scuderia 430
Audi R8
Mercedes-Benz SLK 55 AMG (my dream!!)
Lexus IS-F ("someone's" dream!!)
Ford GT
Chevy Camaro
Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution (beautiful car)
Jaguar XKR and XJ (classic beauty!)
Toyota Supra!
Porsche Cayman, Carrera and Boxter
Aston Martin DB9
Spyker C8
... shall I go on?
So finally the cover of Pendragon Book 10: Soldiers of Halla is released, and I gotta say it isn't the best compared to the earlier covers. But it feels Awesome to know that the entire release date is getting closer WOOT! Can't wait to buy and read it (in like a day probably). Hopefully you guys get the chance to read it and like it and discuss it with me XD. So here's the cover:
WOOT WOOT!
So yeah, the poem I wrote earlier sounded a bit angered. I'm really not angry, but it was just a poem that I HAD to write to let something out... So yeah, me no angry boy. =)
I Give Up!
I hate this!
I despise it to ask why it ever exists!
It's a shame to even create rhymes for this,
But it flows the anger down to its abyss.
Oh why can't I just end this Now?
Why am the only one to ask Why or How?
Should I yell to the lengths my lungs can Allow?
Or should I clench my fists and punch through this plow?
Do you ask why I'm so angry?
Does IT know the cause of this fury?
Does IT think these questions I ask will cure me?
No!
I explode at the thought!
The thought where IT laughs while I mourn the rot!
Eating life away and begs the question from me...
As I ask why life can never be so easy...
Here's an absolutely amazing video of Greg Pattilo, from Freedomworksfilms, beatboxing the Inpector Gadget theme music on the flute. This guy just rocks!
I wish I could talk to you. I know you've lost your voice, but it makes me want to talk to you even more. I heard your voice decline everyday as your battle went on, yet the power in that voice never flailed. All I could do was talk to you, now I can't even do that...
I don't want you to hurt yourself trying to get your voice back, I will dream of you talking through the silence in our speech. And I don't want you to cry... from the pain of trying to speak, and the battle that you rage on. I'm here for you, We're ALWAYS here for you. Even though you can't speak now, your Angelic voice will never bleat away in my mind. And whenever I look at you, I will always know what you are saying in your heart... and I will respond to it, as if we are talking like we always do.
This is just a random thought but... yeah;
We all know the phrase "Opposites attract", but does that phrase also apply to nature as well? Well when we think about the sky and the Earth, do they ever meet? Sure they share the same area, but do they ever become part of the other to function harmoniously? For this, the image of dust flying through the breeze came into mind. Something as solid and opposite to the sky has become part of the air, as it floats in the wind. Then I thought about adding us into the system. We are part of nature, and we truly walk and breathe on the notion of "opposites attract". Without the Earth, we would be nothing. Without the Sky... we would still be nothing. Having the Earth but not the Sky... breathless. Having the Sky but not the Earth... no grounds to stand firmly on. Therefore, Nature is the greatest attraction... of those that are completely opposite.
So... I got my Math 30 Diploma marks back... 83%... Was aiming for 100%(or atleast 90), didn't get either. This drops my mark of 87% to 85%, which is laughable to the University I want to go to (Toronto). So I've decided to climb aboard the bandwagon of those re-writting the Diploma. Oh well, another chance to potentially have a better future is always a great thing. So yeah, a bit sad but oh well, what's done is done for a reason. I'll just come back swing fully next time. =)
Lol I'll probably write a poem on this, so yeah, keep following.
I am back from a place where we all belong,
A place in the mind where nothing goes wrong,
Where the thoughts to ourselves are the ones to be strong...
And where I wish I could live, all my lifelong.
Getting to that place is as simple as a breath,
Inhaling the air and forgetting what's left.
Soon to realize we've been finally swept...
To the place in our hearts, where it has always been kept.
The place through our eyes, against nature and time,
Are seen from the start, to prevent any crimes,
For our summiting need to begin our climb...
To become higher in state, to a vapor sublime.
Reaching our mind we finally exhale,
Coming back from the place where our thoughts prevail,
Where they reach the summit and at last unviel...
That our worlds become closer with a simple inhale.
Breathe with your Heart and bring your Mind to Life,
To Return to the Place and reach the ease to your Strife.
Ok so that poem I made below isn't too great, and I've realized that a few minutes after I posted it. Lol I guess I'm losing my poetic touch (if I had any that is...). But oh well, I'll try to fix it up. Till then, Bye to the Bye bye
If I send you a card, I know you will open it,
Read what's inside and understand the words I create.
Start with Dear and write down every word I can shove,
And to finish it off, say goodbye and end it with Love.
If I send you jewelery, it'll be the first thing you wear;
Wear it everyday to represent the love that we share.
To let it reflect your shine in the midst of day,
And shine in my heart, from every array.
But what if I can do, what no one can,
And win your love to make it span.
To send myself as a gift from above;
The gift of surprise on the day of love.
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A small poem I made on my way to "someone" on Valentines Day. I guess I joined into the hype that comes with this day. Although tt doesn't sound really great but I tried. Lol alright, hope you enjoyed it.
So I've realized that tommorow is Valentines Day, and some of my friends and family are going hyper anticipating it. Lol it's funny to see people get all hyped up about one day expressing to that special someone how much they wuv them and then go back to a normal life the day after. If everyday was Valentines Day for them, I guess there would be more love in this world. Haha I sound like I'm hating on Valentines Day, and just to be clear, I'm not. I like Valentines Day too, but I'm not all mindless about the hype and glamour that comes with it (mountains of roses, giant love cards, etc.) as some people I know are. But just so I don't get criticized for this post, I do have something in mind about tommorow... (cough). This year I've decided to hold back on jewelery... hurts my wallet... so I've decided to take... another route... a possibly distant route... where I might be flying through the air just to get there (ahem ahem).
So till then, keep loving (<--- awkward) and have a good life.
Whenever I need a good laugh I visit the website below that has pictures and videos of fails. There's also a youtube channel "Failblog", check out the website and the channel out. It's just Hilarious!
http://failblog.org/
I look beyond the streetlight passing me by,
Into the blue depths to the Moon in the sky.
While I'm locked on the surface with the ground beneath
With the soil underground I am lost in the heath.
My eyes on the surface but my body underground,
My ears packed with soil so I can't hear a sound.
The soil in my mouth so I can't say a word
Yet my speech to the Moon can never be slurred.
Where is the ground and what is the Moon?
Rather Who is this for, with my words out of tune?
From the ground to the Moon, the depth in a stir,
So far from the Moonlight, I am closer to her.
This quote I read on the bus recently reminded me about all my Genius friends who still don't accept their geniusness. Lol, I got nothing better to do;
"Talent hits a target no one else can hit; Genius hits a target no one else can
see."
Lol randomness
I guess the year's progressing as January comes to a close and February begins. For some reason I love this month. Maybe it's because Valentines Day is coming up, but I'm not a fan of that holiday. So overrated and hyped. Lol but oh well, I celebrate Valentines Day everyday anyways (huh? what? who??? um... Rainbow Fish? hehe yeah!). I also find this month really cheery (for me) and I don't know, appealing. Lol to sum it up, February is an Awesome month... apparently.
This is a completely unedited macro picture I took of a couple of roses when I went to the temple. I would've taken more pictures of flowers, cuz there were TONSS there, but my stupid camera didn't have any memory left. Man it would've been amazing pictures. But oh well, here's the one that got through.
I went macro-crazy one day with my camera and I managed to take an awesome picture of one of my model cars. It's a scale model of the Dodge Viper SRT-10, and it's one of my favorite prized possessions. I edited it with Ulead Photo Express. Felt great to see this as the final product. I have more macro pictures, of plants and flowers. I'll post em up soon.
The wind hit me in the face
And my hair began to flutter,
While it came with no trace
My body began to stutter.
Stuttering from the chilly wind that blew,
Blowing against me so I couldn't get through.
Through this wind to where I lived in warmth,
So I fought the wind, and moved on forth.
And It felt as if the more that I walked,
The wind blew harder so I would be docked.
So I ignored what the wind had to say
And walked on, knowing it was my only way.
Yet I looked above to see a flag wave
Accepting the wind and becoming its slave.
When it was merely flying in the breeze at start,
The wind had now threatened to rip it apart.
And I glanced down to see it whirling the snow,
Hurling up its might and strengthening its load.
Shivering the ice to create holes and cracks,
So I would slip and fall and away from my track.
Yet I walked on without missing a step,
Against the wind, blowing wherever it crept.
And I walked to the end surpassing what's blown,
Overcoming its might, so I could get home.
I went to school today thinking I was gonna be feeling great to let people know I was almost done my Math IB Project... until I realized I did it wrong! Wow was it irritating to find out that the work and effort I put in was wrong. Lol oh well, atleast I'm not handing in a failing assignment right? So i gotta rearrange everything to make it perfect... ALL oVeR AgaIN. Till then, relax and play video games. Lol yeah I play video games.
Wow was it relieving when the Group 4 IB Project was finally presented this morning. Our group went first and man was it a load off my head when we finished. One of our group member didn't even show up (he showed up like an hour later...) so we gave him a 2/6 as his mark. Giving him anything higher would mean that he actually contributed more than he actually did. So yeah, felt great to watch other groups too. The group that presented right after ours brought freshly cooked bread which I was going to get up and eat... but I was too relieved and tried to get to my feet. So I didn't eat any bread, which I heard tasted Awesome! After that me and a few friends nerded around in the math room and typed up our Math 30IB project.
Then I spent 4 hours walking around the library and mall with my Awesomely Awesome friend DrSmile. It's never a boring day with that guy, lol so hilarious. Till then, Peace out all you cool people! <---Me cool.
There is a book that I hold inside,
That sits on a shelf, just beneath my mind.
And the pages have been torn from this book,
And as they fly by, I manage to take a look
At every detail each page holds,
Just to know these stories have already been told.
Yet these pages have never met a bind,
Only the coils I had created when I was blind;
To an extent where I physically open my eyes
And there seems to be nothing there to see
Except the peaceful emptiness that lies
Beyond my unseeing eyes where I roam free.
The emptiness that is written clearly on the pages,
Which defies natural order of books, and all its stages.
Yet I see the words on the pages so clearly written
And their coils gripped and so firmly bitten.
The solidity of these words on paper as if written on a wall,
Yet so clear it seems there was never a page to begin with at all...
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I havn't made a poem in while, so yeah. Hope you enjoyed and uncovered the secret metaphor that is the focus of this poem. The obvious metaphor is a book... but there is also... something else. Btw, it purposely doesn't flow for a reason... Muhaha
This video is just Awesome. Everytime I watch it, it just gets me cheering and laughing. It's Suleman Mirza and Madhu Singh performing their surprise act 'Signature' on Britain's got Talent. Enjoy!
I've grown tired of explaining to people about my inspiration. They ask me "What's your inspiration?", and I admire them for asking. But it gets tiring on the mouth to explain a huge story. So I've realized to basically give them a short visual and glimmering answer.
My Universal Story of Inspiration behind this Gold Ring
Just show this, worn on my Ring finger... yeah. My Inspiration lies from the stories behind this.
Lol, I think this was a useless post, but oh well. Boredom's rampage.
I just watch the movie Slumdog Millionaire and I gotta say, it's an amazing movie. Plus the soundtrack composed by A.R. Rahman is absolutely BEAUTIFUL. The storyline was bound to perfection and accuracy. Really recommend this movie and ofcourse it's beautiful soundtrack. A.R. Rahman deserves the Golden Globe award he won at LA for his talented composing for this movie.
I'm so done for, for the Group 4 IB project. I've spent the entire day making up suitable numbers and frantically searching up biology facts for the project. And guess what, my group is yet again nowhere to be found. Phone calls and MSN don't mean anything if they don't make contact with the other person. Plus our group's presenting second on Wednesday... I'm seriously feeling like I'm on the brink of failure. But knowing me, I'll manage to pull through and get a decent mark. Until then, freaking out...
Aw man, I feel horrible right now. Everything is hurting, especially my head and lungs. I think I hallucianated (spelt wrong) a bit and I'm talking like some out of body moody person. <--- One of my friends insisted I'm going crazy. I think it's because I'm just getting really sick right now and I'm seeing hallucianations. Dizzy, in Pain, and Crazy?? Some rest might do me some good. Bye. And as always, have a great life... well, better than what I'm feeling right now.
I think I just saw an elephant in my room...
Am I addicted to that inescapable scent
That later in life I'll always resent?
The scent that drives addictions insane,
Yet exhausts that sense and end up in disdain.
The misery that aspires from its initial craving,
Which unsaved will cause my early leaving.
The craving satisfied by a simple snuff,
This deadly addiction I have no part of.
Yet I am disposed about the matter I crave,
Which has truly inflicted the way I behave.
This defiant craving which improves my thinking,
Sharpens my thoughts and takes away my aching.
This rapture desire that has become my ecstasy,
Yet only theoretical and more rather fantasy.
Addictions that cannot define what is actuality,
Yet this craving is my desire to sense reality.
This craving that takes me away from trouble,
Grounds my conscious mind so I can be subtle.
A craving that gives me a feeling of birth,
This addiction that brings me back down to Earth,
Yet takes me higher than the heavens above,
Beyond the stars of desire to fulfill my love.
This love, my desire, my uncontrollable crave
To this addiction, which I have become its slave.
