Philophobia - fear of falling in love or being in love
Scolionophobia - fear of school
(snickers) I like these words. =) It's interesting neh?
Monday, June 28, 2010
Picture Diary #23
Pretty! It's so calming. =) I want the camera that can take these kind of pictures. It's so niice.....hehe. x3
Me = Busy 5 Days and Grown Ups
Day 1 and 2 - worked a lot for a display
Day 3 - Relay for life
Day 4 - Volunteer Training
Day 5 - Meeting in the morning and Chilling FINALLY in the afternoon
Relay for life. I rather enjoyed it. Walked a good 10 miles. It was quite lovely. =) Had some water fights with the water bottles. Sold a good 70-80 or so glowsticks. Got a necklace of a circle thing that says hope on it. My friend got one that says courage. Was going to get another one, but all there were left were ones that said The American Cancer Society. Had a sleepover with Fei Mao. Finally got a good rest, but didn't really fall asleep. Teetered or so on the verge of sleeping though, but I thought it was pretty fun. =) She drew a Pokemon version of me. =D
Volunteer training was pretty informative. At that point, I think I curled up a few times on the chair and almost freaking passed out during the lessons. >_< Oof. Anyways, this year for my birthday, I plan to give my mom 17 sunflowers. I should save money for those. Siiigh. Money money money. A friend at training never fails me when it comes to inspiration. =) She said that back at Taiwan, she's the teacher of a really famous girl because her mom is a famous Taiwanese singer. The girl is doing 10,000 good deeds for her mother, and then dedicating the good merits to her. I think that is a really really sweet gesture. =) I might try it eventually as well. ^^ Although, I'll have to be considerably nicer and kinder to people since I have quite the indifferent personality on most occasions.
I went to have Niko Niko sushi later for dinner with a few friends from the Volunteer training. =) I was really nice have sushi after a couple of months. After sushi dinner was the Yogurtland tasting. Lychee yogurt is pretty interesting and it's pretty good. It's light and there's a bit of the lychee taste later on. I'd eat it again if I went again. NY Cheesecake is a little too sweet, and the green apple tart yogurt tastes like a Jollyrancher and it's turquoise. .____.'' What..the.......no. Never again.
Anyways, last night I went to sleep quite early despite my super late night running off to sleep rituals in the summer. I FINALLY SLEPT. I had a phone call in the morning that told me that there was a meeting and I absolutely swear that I heard myself groan. Ugh. Anyways, I went to the office and then came back to sleep. x.x Me and another friend. I call her twin because we were close friends in freshman year, so yeah. Twin and I went to the mall and I seem to have gotten a red dress that I find quite cheap for it's formal surroundings. So we were only there for about an hour and then went to the theaters to watch Grown Ups. it served it's purpose as entertainment. Quite a humorous movie, but in all honesty, I wouldn't be compelled to watch it again.
Note to self: Only venture to Westfield once in awhile.
Day 3 - Relay for life
Day 4 - Volunteer Training
Day 5 - Meeting in the morning and Chilling FINALLY in the afternoon
Relay for life. I rather enjoyed it. Walked a good 10 miles. It was quite lovely. =) Had some water fights with the water bottles. Sold a good 70-80 or so glowsticks. Got a necklace of a circle thing that says hope on it. My friend got one that says courage. Was going to get another one, but all there were left were ones that said The American Cancer Society. Had a sleepover with Fei Mao. Finally got a good rest, but didn't really fall asleep. Teetered or so on the verge of sleeping though, but I thought it was pretty fun. =) She drew a Pokemon version of me. =D
Volunteer training was pretty informative. At that point, I think I curled up a few times on the chair and almost freaking passed out during the lessons. >_< Oof. Anyways, this year for my birthday, I plan to give my mom 17 sunflowers. I should save money for those. Siiigh. Money money money. A friend at training never fails me when it comes to inspiration. =) She said that back at Taiwan, she's the teacher of a really famous girl because her mom is a famous Taiwanese singer. The girl is doing 10,000 good deeds for her mother, and then dedicating the good merits to her. I think that is a really really sweet gesture. =) I might try it eventually as well. ^^ Although, I'll have to be considerably nicer and kinder to people since I have quite the indifferent personality on most occasions.
I went to have Niko Niko sushi later for dinner with a few friends from the Volunteer training. =) I was really nice have sushi after a couple of months. After sushi dinner was the Yogurtland tasting. Lychee yogurt is pretty interesting and it's pretty good. It's light and there's a bit of the lychee taste later on. I'd eat it again if I went again. NY Cheesecake is a little too sweet, and the green apple tart yogurt tastes like a Jollyrancher and it's turquoise. .____.'' What..the.......no. Never again.
Anyways, last night I went to sleep quite early despite my super late night running off to sleep rituals in the summer. I FINALLY SLEPT. I had a phone call in the morning that told me that there was a meeting and I absolutely swear that I heard myself groan. Ugh. Anyways, I went to the office and then came back to sleep. x.x Me and another friend. I call her twin because we were close friends in freshman year, so yeah. Twin and I went to the mall and I seem to have gotten a red dress that I find quite cheap for it's formal surroundings. So we were only there for about an hour and then went to the theaters to watch Grown Ups. it served it's purpose as entertainment. Quite a humorous movie, but in all honesty, I wouldn't be compelled to watch it again.
Note to self: Only venture to Westfield once in awhile.
Funfact #18
I'm not able to finish a bag of junk food anymore unless it's a bag of Doritos. The red cheese one. I just don't really eat all that much junk food unless it's Pringles Sour Cream and Onion and the red Doritos and the Chili Cheese Fritos. It's weird. ._.'' I know. I'm weird. Hah. >_________________________>
Me = Picture Diary #22
=) I like this picture. It kind of looks like it's a capped bittersweet memory of something important. ^^
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Day 2 — Your Crush
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...Yeah for this one I'm not even going to bother mentioning initials. Heckies to the no. Uh huh..like that's going to happen. Che.
Why? I....I honestly don't have any reason as to why. It's a mystery to me too. ._.'' A frustrating one if I really muuuust think about it I suppose. =.=
The weird thing is...I'm aware of the effects though. Oi....this is going to get mushy.
WARNING: If you aren't interested in this kind of stuff, move on with your life. I warned you.
Here's a list of the things that I can't help but do:
Someone mentions him, I turn away and try to hide an embarrassed smile.
He says "hi" to me over AIM, I ALWAYS respond and ask him about his day.
He hugs me goodbye as friends, I always hear my heartbeat from my head. o.o''
When he walks towards me with his hands out asking for a hug, I get butterflies.
I feel the need to dress nicer if I know that I'm going to see him later on.
I feel the want to be pretty for him. It kind of disgusts me to be honest.
When someone narrates the imagination theater out loud to me, my ears burn and they turn red because I'm embarrassed.
I always feel like the surface of my cheeks are buzzing somehow when I get a phone call.
I smile a lot more. >_____________<'' Geez.....so obvious...it's annoying. =\
When I tend to concentrate more or when I zone out, I tend to take out my cell and spin the battery cover.
When he asks for something, I always end up giving in, even though I try to act normal.
It's confusing and really frustrating trying to figure out as to WHY I'm affected so, but I've concluded a while ago that I already give up on finding out something like that when something is clearly happening to me. I honestly don't know if this is still a crush or something more, neither do I know what it's like to be feeling more. I just know...that I experienced my first butterflies in the stomach after that. It was....really different for me. ._.''
But in the end. Who cares. I just know I'm happy. =)
You know what else I know? If he ever reads this...."Game over."
Why? I....I honestly don't have any reason as to why. It's a mystery to me too. ._.'' A frustrating one if I really muuuust think about it I suppose. =.=
The weird thing is...I'm aware of the effects though. Oi....this is going to get mushy.
WARNING: If you aren't interested in this kind of stuff, move on with your life. I warned you.
Here's a list of the things that I can't help but do:
Someone mentions him, I turn away and try to hide an embarrassed smile.
He says "hi" to me over AIM, I ALWAYS respond and ask him about his day.
He hugs me goodbye as friends, I always hear my heartbeat from my head. o.o''
When he walks towards me with his hands out asking for a hug, I get butterflies.
I feel the need to dress nicer if I know that I'm going to see him later on.
I feel the want to be pretty for him. It kind of disgusts me to be honest.
When someone narrates the imagination theater out loud to me, my ears burn and they turn red because I'm embarrassed.
I always feel like the surface of my cheeks are buzzing somehow when I get a phone call.
I smile a lot more. >_____________<'' Geez.....so obvious...it's annoying. =\
When I tend to concentrate more or when I zone out, I tend to take out my cell and spin the battery cover.
When he asks for something, I always end up giving in, even though I try to act normal.
It's confusing and really frustrating trying to figure out as to WHY I'm affected so, but I've concluded a while ago that I already give up on finding out something like that when something is clearly happening to me. I honestly don't know if this is still a crush or something more, neither do I know what it's like to be feeling more. I just know...that I experienced my first butterflies in the stomach after that. It was....really different for me. ._.''
But in the end. Who cares. I just know I'm happy. =)
You know what else I know? If he ever reads this...."Game over."
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Day 1 — Your Best Friend
Since I'm against using actual names on public assessable things (aka Internet) I'll use initials here.
EC. My goshums this is going to be long as heck.
A metal bat. Best friends. Caramel ice cream tiny sizes that you wanted to kidnap. Day we ditched. Hazard of the road with our obnoxious damn monster truck with the mirror plated exterior and flame throwers. Pokemon little chibi people. Big Bang bed. Big Bang dreams. Big Bang. Top from Big Bang. Photoshopped picture of Top from Big Bang holding a sign that told you that he loved you. Mashed up song of Top from Big Bang. Lovable stupidity. "Stupidity should be a sin." Your neon sign that never freaking works. Racquet sports cussing. Smiley face balloon. Up movie. Doug from Up. SQUIRREL!!! "We're so high...we're not low." Mini Top. Xenophile. Trench of debt. Yogurt. Strawberry Cheesecake ice cream from Coldstone's. Shopping habit. Supastar dreams. Extensions. Dyeing your hair. Junsu. NLT. Apple. Fruit wars. If It Means a Lot to You. Couch Corner Wrestling. Sashimi. Macaroni Grill. Curry House. Sleep schedule. Johnny the Dolphin. Mini dolphin. Ice skating mishap that I shall look back and forever have my ears red from, but thanks in the end because I wuff yooh. =) Break Your Heart. Karaoke. Ponyo. 4 inch heels towering over Prom date. Prom. Hip hop club Secretary 2010-2011. Epic sandwich insult. 4 APs. Beach. Taiwan. Korea. Graceling. Fabio. Fifi. Hibernation. Balloons. The Joy of Being Happy. Music and Lyrics. The Proposal. Father of a spawn who was discarded in a gutter, but found again. Thrifty's Ice Cream. Shaved Ice. Air Hockey. Meow. WOW. Epic Gears of War Attempt to Turn Away from Blood Splatted Screen. Tree. Making HIM cry. God I love you. =) Spiders. Rain. Burnt food. Why. French. Han. Taking pictures of flowers. Epic acrobatic cell phone moment. Love Song Requiem by Trading Yesterdays. Drinking Game. How we're screwed next game because Nicole lost twice. Buca. Junk Food. Screw it. Food in general. Fabio. Fifi. Murderer of Fifi. Pookie bear that surrendered to the dark abyss of spider and dust and spider web galore. Roro. Cereus. Dressing up like a boy. Corset. Mafia. Best friend necklace. Fail at delivering best friend necklace. Ugly inspires ugly. Sharing sense of humor. Drinking your milk. Strawberry milk with milk. That dot project we did in Maynard. The picture of the monster within you drew on the back of the Britney Spears picture you drew in Maynard. Your Christmas tree of Physics packet pages. Procrastination. McDonald's tray mishap. Pizza bagels. Scrambled eggs Julia-style. Strawberry with white chocolate. Lunia. Skirt swishing movement. Your random "chocolate" in fruit wars. Lovegivesmehope.com. Castle Age. Epic moment of not remembering Philip's name and calling him Mark. Claymore. Six Flags. Playing tag in the dark. GI Joe. Your broken ankles. D= Kiss n Tell by Kesha. Nerf gun. The lost cause of THE watermelon yogurt. Frank and son's. Castlevania. Moo. THE EPIC acquirement of the Christmas hot coco. Wrapping of the tape at my house. "To the window! To the wall! Sweat drop down my balls!" Bon bons. ASB. No. Multi-cultural. Horrible spitting ortho-man. Night owl buddy. Baking for French awards night. Haha. Hermit.
My brain hurts now, so I am going to stop. ._.'' Did I miss anything? Hrm. Are you even going to read all of this?! LOL. x3
EC. My goshums this is going to be long as heck.
A metal bat. Best friends. Caramel ice cream tiny sizes that you wanted to kidnap. Day we ditched. Hazard of the road with our obnoxious damn monster truck with the mirror plated exterior and flame throwers. Pokemon little chibi people. Big Bang bed. Big Bang dreams. Big Bang. Top from Big Bang. Photoshopped picture of Top from Big Bang holding a sign that told you that he loved you. Mashed up song of Top from Big Bang. Lovable stupidity. "Stupidity should be a sin." Your neon sign that never freaking works. Racquet sports cussing. Smiley face balloon. Up movie. Doug from Up. SQUIRREL!!! "We're so high...we're not low." Mini Top. Xenophile. Trench of debt. Yogurt. Strawberry Cheesecake ice cream from Coldstone's. Shopping habit. Supastar dreams. Extensions. Dyeing your hair. Junsu. NLT. Apple. Fruit wars. If It Means a Lot to You. Couch Corner Wrestling. Sashimi. Macaroni Grill. Curry House. Sleep schedule. Johnny the Dolphin. Mini dolphin. Ice skating mishap that I shall look back and forever have my ears red from, but thanks in the end because I wuff yooh. =) Break Your Heart. Karaoke. Ponyo. 4 inch heels towering over Prom date. Prom. Hip hop club Secretary 2010-2011. Epic sandwich insult. 4 APs. Beach. Taiwan. Korea. Graceling. Fabio. Fifi. Hibernation. Balloons. The Joy of Being Happy. Music and Lyrics. The Proposal. Father of a spawn who was discarded in a gutter, but found again. Thrifty's Ice Cream. Shaved Ice. Air Hockey. Meow. WOW. Epic Gears of War Attempt to Turn Away from Blood Splatted Screen. Tree. Making HIM cry. God I love you. =) Spiders. Rain. Burnt food. Why. French. Han. Taking pictures of flowers. Epic acrobatic cell phone moment. Love Song Requiem by Trading Yesterdays. Drinking Game. How we're screwed next game because Nicole lost twice. Buca. Junk Food. Screw it. Food in general. Fabio. Fifi. Murderer of Fifi. Pookie bear that surrendered to the dark abyss of spider and dust and spider web galore. Roro. Cereus. Dressing up like a boy. Corset. Mafia. Best friend necklace. Fail at delivering best friend necklace. Ugly inspires ugly. Sharing sense of humor. Drinking your milk. Strawberry milk with milk. That dot project we did in Maynard. The picture of the monster within you drew on the back of the Britney Spears picture you drew in Maynard. Your Christmas tree of Physics packet pages. Procrastination. McDonald's tray mishap. Pizza bagels. Scrambled eggs Julia-style. Strawberry with white chocolate. Lunia. Skirt swishing movement. Your random "chocolate" in fruit wars. Lovegivesmehope.com. Castle Age. Epic moment of not remembering Philip's name and calling him Mark. Claymore. Six Flags. Playing tag in the dark. GI Joe. Your broken ankles. D= Kiss n Tell by Kesha. Nerf gun. The lost cause of THE watermelon yogurt. Frank and son's. Castlevania. Moo. THE EPIC acquirement of the Christmas hot coco. Wrapping of the tape at my house. "To the window! To the wall! Sweat drop down my balls!" Bon bons. ASB. No. Multi-cultural. Horrible spitting ortho-man. Night owl buddy. Baking for French awards night. Haha. Hermit.
My brain hurts now, so I am going to stop. ._.'' Did I miss anything? Hrm. Are you even going to read all of this?! LOL. x3
Me = Sparked with Amusement
"It’s all fun and games. I understand. I understand more then anyone. I use to do it as a hobby.
but underneath the flirting. Underneath all the sexual what ifs. Underneath all the jokes and the laughs.
.. I like you.
You have this thing. This thing where you flirt with guys. You barely touch the surface because you’re scared if you go any further you’ll get hurt.
Just let yourself go.
If I want a chance with you, I have to take a chance.
I took that chance when I said hello to you."
I found this quote kind of interesting. Hrm. Food for thought neh. =)
but underneath the flirting. Underneath all the sexual what ifs. Underneath all the jokes and the laughs.
.. I like you.
You have this thing. This thing where you flirt with guys. You barely touch the surface because you’re scared if you go any further you’ll get hurt.
Just let yourself go.
If I want a chance with you, I have to take a chance.
I took that chance when I said hello to you."
I found this quote kind of interesting. Hrm. Food for thought neh. =)
Me = Picture Diary #21
CUPCAKE LOVE FOR THE WIN! =D Although I feel kinda sorry for the sad cuppy-cake. =<
It's okkies! You shall find your soulmate full of yummilicious baked goodness! =O
Me = Declaration of Commitment!!!!
Okay! SO! There's this thing on Tumblr. (I swear I thought the person who created that site misspelled it. xD ANYWAYS....Going to try this...Seems interesting. =)
30 Days of Dedications Challenge
Day 1 — Your Best Friend
Day 2 — Your Crush
Day 3 — Your parents
Day 4 —Your sibling (or closest relative)
Day 5 — Your dreams
Day 6 — A stranger
Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush
Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend
Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet
Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to
Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to
Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain
Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you
Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from
Day 15 — The person you miss the most
Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country
Day 17 — Someone from your childhood
Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be
Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad
Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest
Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression
Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to
Day 23 — The last person you kissed
Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory
Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times
Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to
Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day
Day 28 — Someone that changed your life
Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to
Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror
30 Days of Dedications Challenge
Day 1 — Your Best Friend
Day 2 — Your Crush
Day 3 — Your parents
Day 4 —Your sibling (or closest relative)
Day 5 — Your dreams
Day 6 — A stranger
Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush
Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend
Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet
Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to
Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to
Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain
Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you
Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from
Day 15 — The person you miss the most
Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country
Day 17 — Someone from your childhood
Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be
Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad
Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest
Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression
Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to
Day 23 — The last person you kissed
Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory
Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times
Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to
Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day
Day 28 — Someone that changed your life
Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to
Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
061010 I Do Not Need Any of It
I do not need to tango with you under the star scattered skies. I would simply enter a world of sparkling sunshine that showers diamonds if we simply just slow danced like two high schoolers having their first dance with their hearts skipping to the butterflies fluttering in their stomachs.
I do not need to have a bouquet of roses in my arms. I would rather want to fall victim to your most invisible spell if you simply just looked at me with those beautiful eyes while giving me some daisy you plucked from the side of the busiest road in the city.
I do not need to be compared to the glittering heavens. I would just prefer to be called whatever adjective escaped from your sweet lips, even if it was a playful tug on the sleeve and a teasing mumble into my clumsiness that I was an impossible dork.
I do not need to have a candlelit magical dinner with sparkling champagne on the beach or a cheerful picnic upon a checkered blanket surrounded by a carpet of dipping and dancing grass. I would have the edges of my dimples and corners of my lips quirk even if you offered Chinese take-out while we ate in your faded, red-painted car.
I do not need to be glued to your side every single second of the day in order to feel loved. I would be reminded of you already even if you were not by my side because of the simplicity of the thought that you make the edges of my ears tickle with warmth and my heart pound.
http://slyth3r1nxcool1o.deviantart.com/art/I-Do-Not-Need-Any-of-It-167126404?q=1&qo=1
I do not need to have a bouquet of roses in my arms. I would rather want to fall victim to your most invisible spell if you simply just looked at me with those beautiful eyes while giving me some daisy you plucked from the side of the busiest road in the city.
I do not need to be compared to the glittering heavens. I would just prefer to be called whatever adjective escaped from your sweet lips, even if it was a playful tug on the sleeve and a teasing mumble into my clumsiness that I was an impossible dork.
I do not need to have a candlelit magical dinner with sparkling champagne on the beach or a cheerful picnic upon a checkered blanket surrounded by a carpet of dipping and dancing grass. I would have the edges of my dimples and corners of my lips quirk even if you offered Chinese take-out while we ate in your faded, red-painted car.
I do not need to be glued to your side every single second of the day in order to feel loved. I would be reminded of you already even if you were not by my side because of the simplicity of the thought that you make the edges of my ears tickle with warmth and my heart pound.
http://slyth3r1nxcool1o.deviantart.com/art/I-Do-Not-Need-Any-of-It-167126404?q=1&qo=1
060610 A Different Kind of Reality
This is not logical.
Not when I keep thinking of you every time a slow song plays on the radio because I keep trying to imagine you teaching me how to slow dance like you promised that one night that you slipped into my heart.
This is not reasonable.
Not when I keep trying to find an at least presentable outfit to wear that takes longer than ten minutes when I normally get ready to go out within three, particularly when I even now own a hair straightener when I do not even use to own a brush.
This is not sensible.
Not when I keep being reminded of your warm fingers entwined with mine whenever the brilliant sunlight glimmers against my hands, or when it is too cold outside and I have to huff air into my clasped fingers.
This is not practical.
Not when I keep having these daydreams about us making memories through the silliest of things like swinging on the swings together at the neighborhood park or laughing over some dumb bet over who won the basketball game.
This is not rational.
Not when I keep having such a difficult time trying to think straight and focus on the task at hand when all you did was smile that impossibly perfect grin that makes my heart melt and puddle at my feet where I have stopped to admire everything that you are as you make me exhale in bubbles of uncertain, pounding heartbeats.
This is not real.
Not when I have entered into a world where only fairy tales breathe their storylines and magical chiming clocks return their princesses to the reality that is only transitory until their princes are released from their blind spell to come take them home and bestow them their first kiss.
http://slyth3r1nxcool1o.deviantart.com/art/A-Different-Kind-of-Reality-166737350?q=1&qo=1
Not when I keep thinking of you every time a slow song plays on the radio because I keep trying to imagine you teaching me how to slow dance like you promised that one night that you slipped into my heart.
This is not reasonable.
Not when I keep trying to find an at least presentable outfit to wear that takes longer than ten minutes when I normally get ready to go out within three, particularly when I even now own a hair straightener when I do not even use to own a brush.
This is not sensible.
Not when I keep being reminded of your warm fingers entwined with mine whenever the brilliant sunlight glimmers against my hands, or when it is too cold outside and I have to huff air into my clasped fingers.
This is not practical.
Not when I keep having these daydreams about us making memories through the silliest of things like swinging on the swings together at the neighborhood park or laughing over some dumb bet over who won the basketball game.
This is not rational.
Not when I keep having such a difficult time trying to think straight and focus on the task at hand when all you did was smile that impossibly perfect grin that makes my heart melt and puddle at my feet where I have stopped to admire everything that you are as you make me exhale in bubbles of uncertain, pounding heartbeats.
This is not real.
Not when I have entered into a world where only fairy tales breathe their storylines and magical chiming clocks return their princesses to the reality that is only transitory until their princes are released from their blind spell to come take them home and bestow them their first kiss.
http://slyth3r1nxcool1o.deviantart.com/art/A-Different-Kind-of-Reality-166737350?q=1&qo=1
060610 I Know
I know I am faltering.
Especially with my flickering yes and no choices whether or not to agree to spend blissful, teasing hours because I do not know if I could be able to handle being so close to you for that long and not be able to tumble out words that I fear would scare you away.
I know I am indecisive.
Especially with my decisions that waver whenever I try to convince myself whether or not to look up at your perfect eyes that make me feel like I have to retreat into a corner in order to double check that I could still breathe.
I know I am difficult to read.
Especially with my stiffening posture whenever you approach me and envelop me in your warm embrace because it is not every day that someone comes along and makes my heart borrow a hummingbird's wings without knowing it.
I know I am swinging on the fence.
Especially with my small voice in the back of my head that eggs me on to please tell myself to stop thinking about you because it does not matter if you were the first to make me understand what butterflies in your stomach were.
I know I am weird.
Especially with my awkward behavior and tendency to end up by myself somewhere listening to my own thoughts twirl around my mind, even if we were at the noisiest, jubilant party ever because somewhere along the way, something will remind me of some joke we share, your mesmerizing smile, your laugh that is imprinted into my memory……no, you know what? Never mind, something will just remind me of you regardless.
Well.....yeah...
I know…
I am...just like that.
http://slyth3r1nxcool1o.deviantart.com/art/I-Know-166632518?q=1&qo=1
Especially with my flickering yes and no choices whether or not to agree to spend blissful, teasing hours because I do not know if I could be able to handle being so close to you for that long and not be able to tumble out words that I fear would scare you away.
I know I am indecisive.
Especially with my decisions that waver whenever I try to convince myself whether or not to look up at your perfect eyes that make me feel like I have to retreat into a corner in order to double check that I could still breathe.
I know I am difficult to read.
Especially with my stiffening posture whenever you approach me and envelop me in your warm embrace because it is not every day that someone comes along and makes my heart borrow a hummingbird's wings without knowing it.
I know I am swinging on the fence.
Especially with my small voice in the back of my head that eggs me on to please tell myself to stop thinking about you because it does not matter if you were the first to make me understand what butterflies in your stomach were.
I know I am weird.
Especially with my awkward behavior and tendency to end up by myself somewhere listening to my own thoughts twirl around my mind, even if we were at the noisiest, jubilant party ever because somewhere along the way, something will remind me of some joke we share, your mesmerizing smile, your laugh that is imprinted into my memory……no, you know what? Never mind, something will just remind me of you regardless.
Well.....yeah...
I know…
I am...just like that.
http://slyth3r1nxcool1o.deviantart.com/art/I-Know-166632518?q=1&qo=1
060510 Comforting Image
It was a little hard to imagine herself with someone again, for the last time, it broke her. No, it shattered her. It was as if, she was made of glass that contained smoke. The glass had cracked into pieces, scattered upon the cold floor and the smoke just lingered, suspended upon the air.
She let the tap water splash upon her face and change the image in her eyelids. She gazed upon her reflection and her dark irises followed the water beads surrender themselves to gravity. The mere image of him brought her heartbeat's rhythm to an upbeat hum like a nervous hummingbird's flight. Then, the smoke from the one who broke her stood like a creeping killer behind him, threatening her heartbeat's fluttering dance.
She leaned closer to the mirror as if she was about to whisper to her reflection frivolous secrets. As she gazed at her own image, a cautious droplet of water fell upon her eyelashes from her forehead. She tilted her head to try to count the colors caught in the little orb. Delicately, she caught it with her finger and let it freely slide off. It dripped onto the counter with a sound she wished was prettier and more coin-like.
Slowly, she looked her up at herself again through a veil of black. Shyly, she brushed her hair out of her face and looked as if she was about to bestow a kiss upon her reflection. Instead, she huffed out a lazy, hot breath and traced a small heart upon the opaque colored glass. Her lips curved as she concluded her last thought before reaching for the light switch.
Even if it was difficult to imagine, it did not mean it was impossible to.
http://slyth3r1nxcool1o.deviantart.com/art/Comforting-Image-166518702?q=1&qo=1
She let the tap water splash upon her face and change the image in her eyelids. She gazed upon her reflection and her dark irises followed the water beads surrender themselves to gravity. The mere image of him brought her heartbeat's rhythm to an upbeat hum like a nervous hummingbird's flight. Then, the smoke from the one who broke her stood like a creeping killer behind him, threatening her heartbeat's fluttering dance.
She leaned closer to the mirror as if she was about to whisper to her reflection frivolous secrets. As she gazed at her own image, a cautious droplet of water fell upon her eyelashes from her forehead. She tilted her head to try to count the colors caught in the little orb. Delicately, she caught it with her finger and let it freely slide off. It dripped onto the counter with a sound she wished was prettier and more coin-like.
Slowly, she looked her up at herself again through a veil of black. Shyly, she brushed her hair out of her face and looked as if she was about to bestow a kiss upon her reflection. Instead, she huffed out a lazy, hot breath and traced a small heart upon the opaque colored glass. Her lips curved as she concluded her last thought before reaching for the light switch.
Even if it was difficult to imagine, it did not mean it was impossible to.
http://slyth3r1nxcool1o.deviantart.com/art/Comforting-Image-166518702?q=1&qo=1
060410 Not Out of the Ordinary
This is not anything unusual.
I just tripped on my way to school this morning while I was looking at the sky and trying to make up a little pattern with the clouds.
This is not anything weird.
I just bumped into this pole that was standing in the middle of nowhere at school while I was daydreaming in my own world.
This is not anything different.
I just simply mislaid my lunch money somewhere, but then again maybe I left it at home on the counter.
This is not anything strange.
I just was breathless from all the running and trying to catch up.
This is not anything odd.
I was just weak in the knees from this cramp that I was having from not being prepared.
This is not anything peculiar.
I just happened to need some water because my throat is kind of dry.
This is not anything bizarre.
I just misplaced my grasp on reality when I fell for you.
http://slyth3r1nxcool1o.deviantart.com/art/Not-Out-of-the-Ordinary-166506221?q=1&qo=1
I just tripped on my way to school this morning while I was looking at the sky and trying to make up a little pattern with the clouds.
This is not anything weird.
I just bumped into this pole that was standing in the middle of nowhere at school while I was daydreaming in my own world.
This is not anything different.
I just simply mislaid my lunch money somewhere, but then again maybe I left it at home on the counter.
This is not anything strange.
I just was breathless from all the running and trying to catch up.
This is not anything odd.
I was just weak in the knees from this cramp that I was having from not being prepared.
This is not anything peculiar.
I just happened to need some water because my throat is kind of dry.
This is not anything bizarre.
I just misplaced my grasp on reality when I fell for you.
http://slyth3r1nxcool1o.deviantart.com/art/Not-Out-of-the-Ordinary-166506221?q=1&qo=1
060110 Hourglass Heart
It was like everything was based off of time. The lack of it….the rush of it. It was escaping her, slipping through her panicked thoughts. The mere sound of the taunting tick of the clock bruised at her heart. The news that reached her ears burned within her. "But it is 4 hours away." Just those simple words, pierced something. It pierced a realization that she wanted to understand him and get to know him. It pierced something new and beautiful within her. Something she never would have discovered on her own if he did not tell her of his dreams to chase after a private education.
She felt a glowing joy that he trusted her enough to tell him what he wished for, and yet….at the same time, a drowning disappointment that threatened to flood to the rest of her soul. It trickled down and dropped within her instincts, her instincts to run to him and just spill everything. Her fears of not being able to see him. Her own wish to get to know him. Her recognition of the undeniable that she wanted to be able to feel comfortable and warm with him. A blooming friendship. She wanted that at least, and if she could not have that, she felt as though….everything was lost to the old picket fences of memory lane.
If he got accepted into the school, it would be okay. It was what he wanted. She wanted things, and he could too. Everyone was entitled to it. Wanting things that is, wishing for it. It was a bittersweet kind of statement, she realized, as she brushed a stray piece of hair to the side and tucked it behind her ear. She gazed at the sky glitter its silver starred tapestry and was reminded of when he first held her hand out of companionship. It….was warm, comforting and meant more to her than it should. It opened an entire new realm to her.
No matter what she thought, with every second ticking by, she knew. She knew that she would have to tell him eventually, if not before he left even. Such was her decision because every train of thought would end up at that station. She would fall sweet tears as she would foolishly let a piece of herself wait for his return at the platform. Her own silly, little wish kept safe at the back of her mind. Until then, the tears that fell would slither mockingly down her face and crack blatantly against her fingertips. Until then, the ticks and tocks of the clock would become her shadow, following her...perhaps even haunting her.
Until then….she would simply enjoy him and their friendship, for there was a chance for only heartbreak and she refused to let the tears of melancholy slip from her eyelashes. She….she refused to let that happen. She did not want to have something as rhapsodic be tainted by unhappiness, even in her eyes, even if she admitted seeing the world in monochrome. He colored part of it by simply being him, just simply.
Tick…..tock..…tick…..tock
http://slyth3r1nxcool1o.deviantart.com/art/Hourglass-Heart-166155379?q=1&qo=1
She felt a glowing joy that he trusted her enough to tell him what he wished for, and yet….at the same time, a drowning disappointment that threatened to flood to the rest of her soul. It trickled down and dropped within her instincts, her instincts to run to him and just spill everything. Her fears of not being able to see him. Her own wish to get to know him. Her recognition of the undeniable that she wanted to be able to feel comfortable and warm with him. A blooming friendship. She wanted that at least, and if she could not have that, she felt as though….everything was lost to the old picket fences of memory lane.
If he got accepted into the school, it would be okay. It was what he wanted. She wanted things, and he could too. Everyone was entitled to it. Wanting things that is, wishing for it. It was a bittersweet kind of statement, she realized, as she brushed a stray piece of hair to the side and tucked it behind her ear. She gazed at the sky glitter its silver starred tapestry and was reminded of when he first held her hand out of companionship. It….was warm, comforting and meant more to her than it should. It opened an entire new realm to her.
No matter what she thought, with every second ticking by, she knew. She knew that she would have to tell him eventually, if not before he left even. Such was her decision because every train of thought would end up at that station. She would fall sweet tears as she would foolishly let a piece of herself wait for his return at the platform. Her own silly, little wish kept safe at the back of her mind. Until then, the tears that fell would slither mockingly down her face and crack blatantly against her fingertips. Until then, the ticks and tocks of the clock would become her shadow, following her...perhaps even haunting her.
Until then….she would simply enjoy him and their friendship, for there was a chance for only heartbreak and she refused to let the tears of melancholy slip from her eyelashes. She….she refused to let that happen. She did not want to have something as rhapsodic be tainted by unhappiness, even in her eyes, even if she admitted seeing the world in monochrome. He colored part of it by simply being him, just simply.
Tick…..tock..…tick…..tock
http://slyth3r1nxcool1o.deviantart.com/art/Hourglass-Heart-166155379?q=1&qo=1
053110 You and Me
You met me.
You confused me.
You smiled at me.
You teased me.
You laughed with me.
You gave your number to me.
You called me.
You spent time with me.
You were honest with me.
You reached for me.
You sang to me.
You confessed to me.
You chased after me.
You went out of your way for me.
You saw the real me.
You said you were proud of me.
You comforted me.
You held me.
You whispered you loved me.
You kissed me.
But……
You left me.
And now it is just me.
http://slyth3r1nxcool1o.deviantart.com/art/You-and-Me-166012256?q=1&qo=1
You confused me.
You smiled at me.
You teased me.
You laughed with me.
You gave your number to me.
You called me.
You spent time with me.
You were honest with me.
You reached for me.
You sang to me.
You confessed to me.
You chased after me.
You went out of your way for me.
You saw the real me.
You said you were proud of me.
You comforted me.
You held me.
You whispered you loved me.
You kissed me.
But……
You left me.
And now it is just me.
http://slyth3r1nxcool1o.deviantart.com/art/You-and-Me-166012256?q=1&qo=1
053110 Epiphany
It was like every other cliché. Of course, she could not tell anybody. What is to tell when she did not even know what was going on herself? She only felt foreign things flutter at the edges of her stomach and tickle the outline of her skin. Even if it was obvious to everyone else, she did not see it. It was as if she was gazing upon a Michelangelo masterpiece, but only saw the textures and brushstrokes instead of the whole tour de force.
She would never admit it to other people, but she enjoyed the little fairy tales that ran around in her mind. She liked the way the princes would sweep the princesses off their feet and the idea of true love and the unique perfection of things. On the other hand, she also enjoyed the little imperfections in a relationship. It was what made up and completed the ideal relationship.
Despite what the charming princes said, she did not like words. Words could only travel so far and could only brush the surface of the heart. Actions. Now actions were something she lived by. She saw things through motions and intentions, through comforting smiles and diverted eyes. She daydreamed about those awkward, but warm hugs that made her cheeks blush their first shade of pink.
She was not bold with her actions, so it was logical to say that she was not bold with her emotions. There was not anything concrete about them. No logic. No reason. It confused her, pushed her into a place where she could only be in awe of the playful changes. She stood among the flashing signs and pondered among the racing stream of consciousness that grasped for the dreamt presence.
In the end, she simply concluded that she missed him. Even stating that seemed like an understatement to her, but then again, she was not very good at explaining how she felt anyway. Expressing though was an entirely different matter, but even so, she was not sure how to express herself either. On the bright side, at least she knew she was better at expressing than explaining.
http://slyth3r1nxcool1o.deviantart.com/art/Epiphany-165919102?q=1&qo=1
She would never admit it to other people, but she enjoyed the little fairy tales that ran around in her mind. She liked the way the princes would sweep the princesses off their feet and the idea of true love and the unique perfection of things. On the other hand, she also enjoyed the little imperfections in a relationship. It was what made up and completed the ideal relationship.
Despite what the charming princes said, she did not like words. Words could only travel so far and could only brush the surface of the heart. Actions. Now actions were something she lived by. She saw things through motions and intentions, through comforting smiles and diverted eyes. She daydreamed about those awkward, but warm hugs that made her cheeks blush their first shade of pink.
She was not bold with her actions, so it was logical to say that she was not bold with her emotions. There was not anything concrete about them. No logic. No reason. It confused her, pushed her into a place where she could only be in awe of the playful changes. She stood among the flashing signs and pondered among the racing stream of consciousness that grasped for the dreamt presence.
In the end, she simply concluded that she missed him. Even stating that seemed like an understatement to her, but then again, she was not very good at explaining how she felt anyway. Expressing though was an entirely different matter, but even so, she was not sure how to express herself either. On the bright side, at least she knew she was better at expressing than explaining.
http://slyth3r1nxcool1o.deviantart.com/art/Epiphany-165919102?q=1&qo=1
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Picture Diary #20
Once I saw this, I wanted to make one for a birthday present sometime. o.o'' NOTE TO SELF!!! =O
Picture Diary #19
I really like this picture. =) I've been wanting to find a ring something like this. I like those paper stars too. I remember I went through a period of time where I liked to make them when I was bored and write little messages in them. x3
Friday, June 18, 2010
Picture Diary #17
This DEFINITELY gave me a good laugh. >=3 Makes me feel like I'm seething evil though when I admit that. >.>'' My favorite one is the third and last one. =) Kee kee kee. ^^
Picture Diary #16 and Funfact #17
Pocky!!!!!!!! I've already said this before. ._.'' But I like strawberry Pocky. >w< I actually wanted to be able to make something like this, but I lack the resources to do so. >.<'' Oi........... Money again. =\ Pft.
Le sigh~
Funfact #16
I don't like to think that money is keeping someone from doing something. The idea..just doesn't really sit well with me. Although...I do realize that the concept is two sides to the same sword. But....I know a lot of seniors in high school who really wanted to go to prom, but they couldn't because of money. I just think....it's a little sad I guess. =\
Anyway...just an example. Hrm.
Anyway...just an example. Hrm.
Funfact #15
I like to bake things, even though I'm not really a fan of sweets. I've only eaten what I baked once, but besides that....I'm honestly not really into sweets. ^^'' I'm also a little bit against fast food. I usually decline invitations to fast food places. Well.....I guess there is only one fast food that I can eat without really minding, but it's only french fries. ._.''
Buuuut I guess everything has it's exceptions. ^^''
Buuuut I guess everything has it's exceptions. ^^''
Picture Diary #15 and Funfact #14
I think peacock feathers are really pretty. =) I'm a sucker for a good peacock design. I think I have like 3 shirts with peacock feather designs on them. Hrm, but it seems like nowadays all the peacock feather designs on shirts are ugly. =( Sad bunny......
Picture Diary #14 and Funfact #13
WALL-E!!!!! It's my favorite Disney movie. So cute!~ ^^ I like Eve too. She looks like this awesome fighting egg. o.o''
Me = Oodling at War Machine
Iron Man 2. FINALLY got to watch it. The cars were lovely. Audi and a very quick glimpse of a Lamborghini. Plot was pretty amateur, but I thought that perhaps it was following the comics, but then again...I've never read Marvel or DC comics. I'm more likely to pick up a manga instead of an American comic. The new tricks and weapons satisfied entertainment-wise I guess, buuuut it's not really a movie that I'd see again. I'd rather see the first movie again. Scarlett Johansson is pretty cool in this movie though. Nice performance, even though she was paid to do a lot of posing. Haha. Nevertheless, nice fight scenes. =)
Next movies on the list are Prince of Persia, Salt and the next Batman movie. I don't care if it's coming out in 2011. I'm waiting for it. D= Le sigh~
Heard that Karate Kid was interesting, so I suppose I'd want to watch that eventually, but probably not anytime soon. ._.'' I'm starting to get low on cash. x.x Oi.....
Next movies on the list are Prince of Persia, Salt and the next Batman movie. I don't care if it's coming out in 2011. I'm waiting for it. D= Le sigh~
Heard that Karate Kid was interesting, so I suppose I'd want to watch that eventually, but probably not anytime soon. ._.'' I'm starting to get low on cash. x.x Oi.....
Funfact #12
I have a preference of using forks rather than spoons and plates rather than bowls, unless of course it's for soup. (Then...obviously I'll use a bowl. ^^'') But for soups, I like to put rice in it and then eat the contents with a fork. xD
Rice is good in every soup, except for miso soup and calm chowder. ._.'' I have yet to find out what other soups taste good or bad with rice, but I guess I'll figure it out along the way neh? ^^
Rice is good in every soup, except for miso soup and calm chowder. ._.'' I have yet to find out what other soups taste good or bad with rice, but I guess I'll figure it out along the way neh? ^^
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Picture Diary #13
I think these cups are charming. When I move out on my own, I'm going to try to find them. ^^ Don't they look comforting? =3
Picture Diary #12 and Funfact #11
I really like this picture. =) I really like Paris. ^^ I've always wanted to go there and I'm saving money to go. =O La la la~ Can't wait. ^^~<3
Monday, June 7, 2010
Picture Diary #11 and Funfact #10
You know that scene where there's a mesmerizing rain of falling sakura petals? I would like the replacement of bubbles. I like bubbles! =D They're so cheerful. ^^ The mood is always really light when there's bubbles too.
Although, I remember this one time during lunch on school campus, there was a bunch of bubbles being blown while I was eating and I was intensely irritated. I don't need soapy spheres endangering my food thank you very much.
But on the bright side, I also remember there was this one time where I was going to meet up with Fae Mao after school and this guy was asking a girl to prom with a bouquet of flowers while 3 of his friends were blowing bubbles and waiting in front of the classroom door. I think it made a really pretty picture. ^^
Picture Diary #10 and Funfact #9
I love sushi! =) I think that I would consider the idea of being a vegetarian, but I love sushi way too much to deal with that kind of lifestyle. ^^'' I really like this picture too. I'd eat one of these. My favorite is ikura, which are those little salmon eggs. Hrrrrrm, salmon and tuna are both tied for second though, so I won't even bother trying to figure out which one I like more. ^^ Hehe. <3
I really like the colors used in this picture. They're soft and charming. ^^ It's adorable.
Picture Diary #9
For a kimono, I rather like this kind of design. It looks comfortable and there's not that many layers. Hrm.....I kind of want to wear one just for one. See what it's like. Hrm? =) I really like the color scheme for this one too. Not too shabby. Nawt too sha-bay at all.
Picture Diary #8
I think the first time I saw this picture was in middle school, but I've always liked the feel of it. I like puddles and I've always wanted to own my own pair of Converse, although I haven't quite decided what color juuuust yet. I also like walking around and playing in puddles after and during the rain. =) I makes me feel like nothing else really matters. ^^'' (Buuuut~ I'm not quite sure if that's a good perspective or a naive one.)
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