Lovers in Japan

A warm night is like a warm hug from a stranger. Why do you need to see all in order to feel all? When one lets oneself loose, even for a small moment, magic can happen. If we all thought positive thoughts, perhaps there is a chance that we are able to eradicate all the negativity in this world. However, that brings us to the balance of things. With good, comes bad. Without any negativity, what would be considered positive? There is also that problem where an issue may be deemed as positive to one party but negative to another. Like I mentioned earlier. A warm night is like a warm hug from a stranger. The night is full of the unknown and there is a combination of good and bad strangers out there. What is positive and what is negative? Only we, ourselves can decide.

Until next time.
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Knights of Cydonia

So yesterday I went for a run around my area. It was beautiful Melbourne weather for once and I was feeling pumped with music in my ears and a light cool breeze against my face. Feeling a bit adventurous, I ran around parts of my area that I'd never actually been to and discovered a footy park that I've never noticed before in all my 10 years of residing here. I saw a mob of guys, all bigger and taller than me preparing for a game. I kept looking straight and continued my jog, because it was impolite to stare :). When I reached what seemed to be the back of the park, I dared myself to look back at the guys.

Well, I didn't see all the guys because there was a guy who, let's say, stood out. He seemed about my age and with his shorts halfway down his ankles while...watering the plants, he was indeed quite a sight :D . He looked up and noticed me, strained to pull up his shorts and tripped in the process. To avoid any more awkwardness, I continued running until I was well far away from him.

Heh... Trust me, the amount of people who saw a girl running and laughing after that probably thought she was some lunatic :P

Until then.
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Just Like in the Movies

Bloody fluorescent lights. Why are they so bright? Why am I here? Why is everything so white? Okay, I gotta sit up because the stupid lights are burning my eyes.

Holy shit, where am I? What is this place? What the hell is this weird apron thingy doing on my body? Where are my real clothes? Okay, think, where was I last?

I...I can't remember.

DOOR! I need to escape. Where is a door? Nothing. It's just four walls. I don't like this; not one bit at all. Fuck, my head's throbbing like crazy. Stupid brain cells, stop partying up there. We've got to work through this together. What's this? There's a tag on my arm.

Experiment #1.004.69

Heh, I like the last two digits. No, no time to be immature. Think... I'm an experiment?? For what? Why, out of everyone else, did they pick me?

*Clink*

Oh wow, the wall in front of me is opening. Great! Someone's here!

...

This isn't right. This can't be right. You're...me. Why do you look like me? Who the fuck are you?! Why are you in my clothes?? Don't smile at me you stupid bitch, give me back my clothes. My face! That's not your property! Why...why can't I talk? Right, try screaming...now. Nothing? Where is my voice?

'She's awake, calm her down again.'

That's my voice! What on earth is happening around here? I demand an explanation! Do you hear me?

...Can't you hear me?

Okay, dude. I don't know where you came from, but back off. That syringe is not going anywhere near me. Seriously, fuck off. Argh, Jesus Christ, you didn't have to tackle me down. This stuff is strong. I'm feeling lethargic already.

There's a mirror in the bottom corner. How come I didn't notice it before? Someone, or something is staring at me. They literally have no skin; it's all just a vision of blood and veins. What is it? What are you? Wait, you're imitating me. Is that me now? Yes, yes it is.

That thing in the mirror...is me.

A dream I had last night. Apologies for the informal language. I wrote it as how I remembered it.

Until next time.
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If Everyone Cared

A little boy walks alone. His fingers lazily caress the wooden fence as he strides past. He feels so complete, although he is alone. He sits himself down onto the soft white sand and small granules sneak into his socks and shoes. He peels them off and shakes the little particles away. The salty breeze of the ocean releases him; sets him free. He lies on his back with his eyes closed and embraces the moment. Clouds begin to form above him and small droplets fall from the heavens. They land gently onto his cheeks like little kisses and he beams. Joy runs like an aphrodisiac deeply through his veins.
It is indeed a beautiful sight, this scene.

Until then.
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Hoppipola

What is the actual definition of 'belonging'? Usually, for you to feel like you belong, you first make a friend who has mutual interests with you and the sense of belonging comes soon afterwards. My family and I are of the same blood, yet there is no sense of belonging around them. Though my friends are belonging, it's hard for them to belong to me at times. Damn, I don't think I'm even making sense. I'm just curious. What is belonging?

Until next time.
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Goodnight Goodnight

The value of friendship is truly underestimated most of the time. It proves that we take things for granted so easily without even realising it. When the time comes though, and people leave, you feel at your most weakest point. There is a feeling of loss and a sense of delusion to the point that you seem to blame others, or even worse, yourself over stupid little things that never have bothered you in the past. It's blaming the present that links to the past. But if you keep living in the past, how can you foresee the future? It may be a fact, after all, that friendship will mould your future.

Until then.
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Falling Away With You

On her little boat she sways to the beat of the seas. Little koi fish glide below her, their scales glittering through the dark waters. She dips her fingers in the cool liquid and savours the serenity around her. Beside her, a man with a cloak rows on. They do not talk. They don't need to. Within this silence is communication. Upon these waters, there is understanding.

Until next time.
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Every Me & Every You

The rains scatter across the pavements claiming a spot of their own. Hundreds of beings scurry about, trying to refrain from getting themselves drenched. It's quite impossible though, Mother Nature has intended this after all.

Until then.
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Desert of Song

Ahh spring. How I adore it. This will be the final week of schooling for me. I graduate on the 19th of October. For those unaware, my school hosts breakfast. It's their innocent version of muck up day. Speaking of muck up day, I've got my outfit:D I'm so excited. There are some modifications that need to be made first, but I shall get them done...hopefully. I shall write up a proper blog soon, but for now, this shall hopefully suffice.

ps- I've decided I need to make new friends.:D

Until next time.
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Chop Suey

I believe

that justice does not exist

that fairy bread is the best childhood food

that the birth of a child is a miracle

that heaven was made into a universal goal

that blue is the best colour invented

that with laughter, comes pain

that the thing the sun and moon have in common is that they shine

that adults become too occupied and forget the basic things in life

that children are naive indeed, but for a reason

that those who are misunderstood become insecure

that love is a mysterious thing

that everyone has talent

that whoever thinks looks are everything should be shot

that it's okay to be average

that it's even better to be weird:)

Until then.
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Build A Bridge

You know what I hate? The fact that I can always remember the useless things and never the necessary things. Damn brain, why do you have to be as stubborn as I am?

Until next time.
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Assassin

To wonder leads to imagination.
Imagination links to curiosity.
Curiosity opens doors.
Doors reveal answers.
Answers allow you to know.
Knowing, however, eliminates wondering.

I wonder indeed, if there are things out there that we should never know about.

Until then.
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Zaffre

Just to let you know, the folio that was doing my head in? I got an A+ for that:D

Time is a constant reminder as to how limited our lives really are. If we all were immortal, there would not be as many goals being achieved, the world would heave under the expanding population, life itself will seem tiring. Maybe we all are supposed to use this time wisely. How so? I cannot tell in all honesty. It is in my belief that time is strongly linked to the meaning of life. My exams are coming up. I have to sit the stupid trial exams tomorrow, Thursday and Friday. To me, they seem like a waste of time. To teachers, they deem it as a 'learning experience'. So I ask again, is time really meant to be used wisely? And if it is, what IS the wise way of using such a powerful element of life.

Until next time.
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Yellow

Deary me.
I was going home from the city and head towards the station. I notice that since it is still early during the day, the majority of the escalators are riding up. However, my destination is down so I look around for any path heading down. There in front of me, a couple of people start walking downstairs. Good idea, I'll just walk downstairs as well then.
And so, little miss intrigued starts heading down the stairs. As she descends, an old man behind her calls out.

'Lady!'

She takes no notice of it, for there are many ladies around the city. Especially so early in the morning and so she takes another step downwards.

'LADY!'

She turns to see what the commotion is about and the old man smiles kindly at her.

What does the old man say to me?

'You're heading down the men's toilets, miss.'

Sure enough, right above me is the universal sign of a male and a toilet beside him. Accompanying them is an arrow pointing downwards.

Oh...right.

Until then.
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