30 September 2007
29 September 2007
Fuji Rash
Thomas treated Ben and me to an all-you-can-eat sushi buffet today...and I came back to the house with rash all over my face. Now the last time I went, I ate a lot less sashimi and nothing happened, so whether it's an MSG or some other allergic reaction, I do not know.
The three of us also went bowling (like last time? LoL)...but again, I don't think it was that, since I didn't touch my face during that time (I think).
Argh, face bloated up like a pig D:
The three of us also went bowling (like last time? LoL)...but again, I don't think it was that, since I didn't touch my face during that time (I think).
Argh, face bloated up like a pig D:
28 September 2007
Music: The Flight of [eight] Bumblebee[s], Ah ! vous dirai-je, Maman, and etc.
I blame Nodame Cantabile for this sort of classical fascination ♥
In other news, the fourth Doctor Who series? :D
I recently re-read Maya's commentaries on the GoF movie and I think the "dark, intense, leather-clad man" bits are now forever burned into my brain. LMAO.
22 September 2007
19 September 2007
Dear Nodame
There is something I feel like I must express, but nothing is coming out right. Not from pencils, nor from keyboard.
I always wonder, what if I was bold enough to take the artist road? Be brave enough, be confident enough, to do this thing that I like, but only mildly competent in?
Not taking that path, I know, is sensible...but I can't help thinking, isn't that the same thing you wanted to do? (Of course, you were actually more than qualified to take that road...) Sometimes, I think I purposely avoid furthering myself there so I can convince myself that that is not the way I should go, that this is the reason for this other decision.
You touched me, Nodame, because you just wanted to enjoy what you liked, too, but you had the push from everyone else to make sure you were taking that road. You went down that road when the choice really mattered. I still don't know whether what I chose was right, but then again, as of now, I'm still younger that you...so we shall see.
You are probably what I want to be. Then again, who wouldn't? For this exact reason you are a story, and I am real.
Am I just reluctant to go back to school now?
Or just unwilling to make peace with what will happen?
What kind of fool am I, to pretend, even for a little while, that I can be like you: to find someone outside to depend upon, to be fine with the prospect, to immerse myself in something so much that I forget everything else, to escape and have everything turn out fine?
What is this that I am doing?
Whywhyhow?
I wish I am better in something...so I can express myself better.
I hate myself for being so inferior, so afraid, so stupid, so childish, and so LACKING.
And I need to tag my posts better.
I always wonder, what if I was bold enough to take the artist road? Be brave enough, be confident enough, to do this thing that I like, but only mildly competent in?
Not taking that path, I know, is sensible...but I can't help thinking, isn't that the same thing you wanted to do? (Of course, you were actually more than qualified to take that road...) Sometimes, I think I purposely avoid furthering myself there so I can convince myself that that is not the way I should go, that this is the reason for this other decision.
You touched me, Nodame, because you just wanted to enjoy what you liked, too, but you had the push from everyone else to make sure you were taking that road. You went down that road when the choice really mattered. I still don't know whether what I chose was right, but then again, as of now, I'm still younger that you...so we shall see.
You are probably what I want to be. Then again, who wouldn't? For this exact reason you are a story, and I am real.
Am I just reluctant to go back to school now?
Or just unwilling to make peace with what will happen?
What kind of fool am I, to pretend, even for a little while, that I can be like you: to find someone outside to depend upon, to be fine with the prospect, to immerse myself in something so much that I forget everything else, to escape and have everything turn out fine?
What is this that I am doing?
Whywhyhow?
I wish I am better in something...so I can express myself better.
I hate myself for being so inferior, so afraid, so stupid, so childish, and so LACKING.
And I need to tag my posts better.
Untitled.
I can't help being sickened by the thought that this is my ninth, and last, summer in this house, this garden, with these plants and birds...and perhaps with Byakko.
No more piano, save for the one in Hong Kong.
No more wisteria, which had just begun to strengthen.
No more, no more.
Countdown...
No more piano, save for the one in Hong Kong.
No more wisteria, which had just begun to strengthen.
No more, no more.
Countdown...
17 September 2007
Stuff of things.
Of course I don't want them to go, but what choice have I, in consideration of the best choice for them? They certainly have done enough of that for me already.
Playing dismissal and disinterest is a little better than being childish and make everyone feel worse all around...perhaps.
Playing dismissal and disinterest is a little better than being childish and make everyone feel worse all around...perhaps.
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