A little girl sat alone in the middle of the park in the sun. She holds a worn teddy bear close to her. Her mouth moves as she mumbles into the teddy's frayed ear. She tells him stories, fills him with her hope, reveals her deepest and darkest thoughts. A lady approaches and beckons the girl towards her. The little girl only briefly looks up, then continues whispering. The lady is annoyed and so holds onto the little girl's hand and starts pulling her away from her sanctuary. The bear is dropped and the girl yanks her hand away from the lady. She picks up the bear, dusts its body and apologises to the bear. The lady sighs and offers her hand once again. The little girl stares at the hand and walks ahead, with her bear in her arms.
Until next time.
xx
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Friday, September 17, 2010
White
Yes yes, I may have cheated a bit because white is known more as a shade rather than a colour...but shades should be able to get their own say, no?
A couple consists of a duo. A duo consists of two. Do the two always have to balance out? Do the two have to match in order to 'match'? There are pairs that create perfection. There are pairs that bring out the worst in each other. Although they are still happy, is it healthy for the relationship? Not only to them, but for all those around them? A person's love may turn into another's hate. Two contrasting things. Does that make the balance? After all; with night, comes day. With hot, comes cold. Do the terms 'right' and 'wrong' become included in this situation as well? A person may change over the influence of another. Individually, they may be harmless. Friendly. Bearable. Together, they may double up in those qualities, or become absolutely chaotic. It is with chaos, that things begin to fall.
'London bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down.
London bridge is falling down, my fair lady.'
So tell me. Is it because the person who created this little famous nursery rhyme met a woman that caused chaos to strike London bridge? One can only wonder at such a thought.
Until then.
xx
A couple consists of a duo. A duo consists of two. Do the two always have to balance out? Do the two have to match in order to 'match'? There are pairs that create perfection. There are pairs that bring out the worst in each other. Although they are still happy, is it healthy for the relationship? Not only to them, but for all those around them? A person's love may turn into another's hate. Two contrasting things. Does that make the balance? After all; with night, comes day. With hot, comes cold. Do the terms 'right' and 'wrong' become included in this situation as well? A person may change over the influence of another. Individually, they may be harmless. Friendly. Bearable. Together, they may double up in those qualities, or become absolutely chaotic. It is with chaos, that things begin to fall.
'London bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down.
London bridge is falling down, my fair lady.'
So tell me. Is it because the person who created this little famous nursery rhyme met a woman that caused chaos to strike London bridge? One can only wonder at such a thought.
Until then.
xx
Vermilion
What I witness, what I hide, what I yearn.
the ice from a snowflake that has escaped from the heavens slowly melting on my tongue
the gentle waft of sugar and butter melting while a cake is in the oven
cleaning off the grease on a paper as I wipe my fingers from the crispy fish and accompanied chips
the snap, crackle and pop of rice bubbles
the warm, loving hug from a parent
the reassurance from a source stating all will be okay
the gentle beat of the heart thumping close to my ear as i lie on someone's chest
the sound of multiple voices all talking and laughing at once
the silky feel of sand between my toes
the feeling of eternity while running on a long deserted stretch of road
the ability to be motivated at whatever I do
the softness of a mattress, willing me to sleep
the tears of the innocent, fallen for the damned
Until next time.
xx
the ice from a snowflake that has escaped from the heavens slowly melting on my tongue
the gentle waft of sugar and butter melting while a cake is in the oven
cleaning off the grease on a paper as I wipe my fingers from the crispy fish and accompanied chips
the snap, crackle and pop of rice bubbles
the warm, loving hug from a parent
the reassurance from a source stating all will be okay
the gentle beat of the heart thumping close to my ear as i lie on someone's chest
the sound of multiple voices all talking and laughing at once
the silky feel of sand between my toes
the feeling of eternity while running on a long deserted stretch of road
the ability to be motivated at whatever I do
the softness of a mattress, willing me to sleep
the tears of the innocent, fallen for the damned
Until next time.
xx
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Ultramarine
It's been a while, yet time flies so fast that it doesn't seem so long ago.
If only I had the ability to enter a place where time didn't exist. I could stay there for hours and not even a millisecond would pass in the real world. All I would have to do is close my eyes and will for that door. When I open my eyes, a welcoming place, somewhere I love, will beckon me to enter. If only I had that ability now, I would go to my own private beach. The pure white sand will be my soft mattress. Small, warm waves will gently lap at my toes. The golden rays of the sun will embrace me in it's warmth. The light fragrance of fish and chips will waft slowly and lazily through the air. There, nothing will matter. I will have all the time in the world.
If only.
Until then.
xx
If only I had the ability to enter a place where time didn't exist. I could stay there for hours and not even a millisecond would pass in the real world. All I would have to do is close my eyes and will for that door. When I open my eyes, a welcoming place, somewhere I love, will beckon me to enter. If only I had that ability now, I would go to my own private beach. The pure white sand will be my soft mattress. Small, warm waves will gently lap at my toes. The golden rays of the sun will embrace me in it's warmth. The light fragrance of fish and chips will waft slowly and lazily through the air. There, nothing will matter. I will have all the time in the world.
If only.
Until then.
xx
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Turquoise
The word:)
It seems the world was crafted to compliment the human behaviour. The rising sun for new beginnings, the tall trees in the forest for the proud, the heavy boulders for the stubborn, the sweet smell of summer for the innocent, clouds for the high, waterfalls for the falling. We underestimate what is around us, and continuously live life through confusion and perhaps even conformity. It must be understood that we, as humans, can change or modify ourselves for life to be better. However, too much change could hinder your original purpose. It is about understanding the balance of change and caring about yourself that enables you to care for others freely. So look deep inside. If you are the sun, is it time for you to rise? Flowers cannot grow without sunlight. When you shine others will shine. As long as that purpose you decide to shine for is worth it.
However, maybe there is too much change. A boulder may be stubborn, but perhaps it enjoys it's place. Many homes for wildlife are found beneath boulders. Perhaps it is how you are you that allows life to flow just a tad more fluently. Change may sometimes distract you from seeing this.
Just remember that you, are the only judge that could determine that.
Until next time.
xx
It seems the world was crafted to compliment the human behaviour. The rising sun for new beginnings, the tall trees in the forest for the proud, the heavy boulders for the stubborn, the sweet smell of summer for the innocent, clouds for the high, waterfalls for the falling. We underestimate what is around us, and continuously live life through confusion and perhaps even conformity. It must be understood that we, as humans, can change or modify ourselves for life to be better. However, too much change could hinder your original purpose. It is about understanding the balance of change and caring about yourself that enables you to care for others freely. So look deep inside. If you are the sun, is it time for you to rise? Flowers cannot grow without sunlight. When you shine others will shine. As long as that purpose you decide to shine for is worth it.
However, maybe there is too much change. A boulder may be stubborn, but perhaps it enjoys it's place. Many homes for wildlife are found beneath boulders. Perhaps it is how you are you that allows life to flow just a tad more fluently. Change may sometimes distract you from seeing this.
Just remember that you, are the only judge that could determine that.
Until next time.
xx
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Sepia
Next week will be the final week of actual schooling for me. After that, it's preparations for exams. I am...insanely calm. Is that normal? My grades aren't that high, they're average I guess. Well, let's hope the calm stays with me until the end of this ride.
Onto a new topic. Old flames. I have quite a few. Most I'm still on very good terms with and a few, not as much. One old flame in particular has sprung up. We never actually were a couple, but we were much more closer than friends. We're still good friends and he has a girlfriend which I'm happy for. Fact. However, he says he misses me and that he needs me. 'Though I love my girlfriend, you're so special to me'.
Really.
Why does he do that? Why do guys do that? Just because I refused being his girlfriend in the past, what makes him think that I would want him now?? Especially that he's actually with someone as well. He was actually willing to leave her if I accepted. Sigh, I know that some boundaries are supposed to be placed but I really wish that I didn't even need to consider boundaries in the first place. We are all human anyway.
Okay, I'm done with my little vent. Apologies. I'll post up a proper entry when I get the time. Time seems so limited nowadays.
Until then.
xx
Onto a new topic. Old flames. I have quite a few. Most I'm still on very good terms with and a few, not as much. One old flame in particular has sprung up. We never actually were a couple, but we were much more closer than friends. We're still good friends and he has a girlfriend which I'm happy for. Fact. However, he says he misses me and that he needs me. 'Though I love my girlfriend, you're so special to me'.
Really.
Why does he do that? Why do guys do that? Just because I refused being his girlfriend in the past, what makes him think that I would want him now?? Especially that he's actually with someone as well. He was actually willing to leave her if I accepted. Sigh, I know that some boundaries are supposed to be placed but I really wish that I didn't even need to consider boundaries in the first place. We are all human anyway.
Okay, I'm done with my little vent. Apologies. I'll post up a proper entry when I get the time. Time seems so limited nowadays.
Until then.
xx
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Ruby
Smiles are the light that make the world shine. They mean so much yet you only need to do so little. Imagine if everyone in the world smiled. Confidences would boost, moods lifted and anxiety lowered. Imagine walking into an interview and seeing your future boss smiling. Would that not put you at ease?
But... it'd be weird if everyone smiled at your funeral, or if they just found out their loved ones are going to die.
Smiling is a beautiful thing to do...but it does become oh so tiring.
Until next time.
xx
But... it'd be weird if everyone smiled at your funeral, or if they just found out their loved ones are going to die.
Smiling is a beautiful thing to do...but it does become oh so tiring.
Until next time.
xx
Monday, September 6, 2010
Quencienta
Quote from sources- "Quencienta is a pale shade of indigo, used commonly by plastic manufacturers."
Song I am listening to on loop - "A Song for our Fathers" by Explosions in the Sky
Is it possible for a song to contain medicinal properties? I am feeling calm and at ease. Like a flat piece of wood drifting slowly down a creek, a silent and calming journey. I can feel the kisses little droplets of water give me, the warm hug from the sun. Night time falls upon me and the little stars come out to play, winking at me one by one. A distant gush is heard in the distance and I close my eyes as the waters guide me down their fall. Parts of me break off due to the sharp rocks underneath, but as segments of myself float away, it is okay, for now I am able to explore more parts of the world at the same time.
Until then.
xx
Song I am listening to on loop - "A Song for our Fathers" by Explosions in the Sky
Is it possible for a song to contain medicinal properties? I am feeling calm and at ease. Like a flat piece of wood drifting slowly down a creek, a silent and calming journey. I can feel the kisses little droplets of water give me, the warm hug from the sun. Night time falls upon me and the little stars come out to play, winking at me one by one. A distant gush is heard in the distance and I close my eyes as the waters guide me down their fall. Parts of me break off due to the sharp rocks underneath, but as segments of myself float away, it is okay, for now I am able to explore more parts of the world at the same time.
Until then.
xx
Purple
A little cloud of smoke rises slowly through the little vents, grasping hold on the fresh air it meets as it rises out of my printer.
Yes...thus then in brief, my printer just kind of blew up.
Until next time.
xx
Yes...thus then in brief, my printer just kind of blew up.
Until next time.
xx
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Olive
It's been a while, hasn't it? Dear blog, I apologise for not giving you as much attention recently, for the folio is driving my head in. Not to worry! I shall lavish my love for you right now.
I shall share an embarrassing tale then, yes? It all started yesterday when I went to grab a refreshment at a friend's party. His party was held in his aunty's home, and his aunty has a few things dangling around the room we were in. Now, his aunty is I think 19? 20? Just a bit older than us. A couple of her friends came over as well and they weren't that bad looking:P
So there I was, grabbing a drink for myself [apple juice if you're wondering] and one of her friends were around. Due to party scenery, we both acknowledged each other and gave each other polite smiles. I finish grabbing my drink and turn to head back to a couple of my friends when, would you believe it, I walk straight into a bird cage that was dangling from the ceiling. Not only was a red mark forming in the middle of my forehead but my cheeks were getting redder and redder by the moment. I looked at the guy who was there and he was stifling a laugh. Not knowing what to do, I made eye contact with him and said 'You never saw that', in which he replied with upfront laughter.
Smooth right?
Until then.
xx
I shall share an embarrassing tale then, yes? It all started yesterday when I went to grab a refreshment at a friend's party. His party was held in his aunty's home, and his aunty has a few things dangling around the room we were in. Now, his aunty is I think 19? 20? Just a bit older than us. A couple of her friends came over as well and they weren't that bad looking:P
So there I was, grabbing a drink for myself [apple juice if you're wondering] and one of her friends were around. Due to party scenery, we both acknowledged each other and gave each other polite smiles. I finish grabbing my drink and turn to head back to a couple of my friends when, would you believe it, I walk straight into a bird cage that was dangling from the ceiling. Not only was a red mark forming in the middle of my forehead but my cheeks were getting redder and redder by the moment. I looked at the guy who was there and he was stifling a laugh. Not knowing what to do, I made eye contact with him and said 'You never saw that', in which he replied with upfront laughter.
Smooth right?
Until then.
xx
Friday, September 3, 2010
Nacarat
How is it possible for life to be perfect? A perfect rose is not one that has all petals but one with the most deepest meaningful colour. Perfection is such a flawed word.
Until next time.
xx
Until next time.
xx
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Maroon
Yes, it is motivation that I lack tonight. Folio work has never tired me so. Why can I not muster up the energy to type a couple of letters regarding work, but am ample enough to post this little spiel up? An odd one I am indeed. If only it came in some sort of artificial form. A tablet or a liquid. A food of some sort. I need this 'motivation' to pump through my veins and tingle my senses. Allow my energy levels to perk up a bit and perhaps cause my eye to twitch...no no, that is caffeine I think.
GOOD LORDIE. MOTIVATION GET YOUR ASS HERE...
...
'What is motivation? Can you eat it?' <-wise words from a fellow friend.
I need cake:(
Until then.
xx
GOOD LORDIE. MOTIVATION GET YOUR ASS HERE...
...
'What is motivation? Can you eat it?' <-wise words from a fellow friend.
I need cake:(
Until then.
xx
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Lazuli
Why is tomorrow called 'tomorrow?
Why is today called 'today'?
Does time run on it's own 'time'?
Why does society remember things as back 'then'?
Why is the only way to go around is to 'travel'?
Why does a creature named 'tortoise' or 'turtle' move so slow?
Either it's me, or those things that take time tend to consist the letter 'T'.
Do I take my time?
Until next time.
xx
Why is today called 'today'?
Does time run on it's own 'time'?
Why does society remember things as back 'then'?
Why is the only way to go around is to 'travel'?
Why does a creature named 'tortoise' or 'turtle' move so slow?
Either it's me, or those things that take time tend to consist the letter 'T'.
Do I take my time?
Until next time.
xx
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