"there's no war that will end all wars."
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Cambridge Dinner 2014
posted on Thursday, November 27, 2014 @ 8:29 pm | permalink
| 18th November, Tuesday, 2014 |Prom was fun, and I definitely don't regret splurging $80 (!!) on the event. Although, I can't say we ate much of the food... Well, firstly, this was what I wore for prom:  Beyond this pretty much lies a good number of the photographs I took that night. :-) So feel free to toggle out of this post now if you are not interested.                                  Labels: personal, personal photographs V
posted on Saturday, November 15, 2014 @ 11:19 pm | permalink
Alright.Quite a number of day-to-day events occurred in the past few days, and I won't go into them too much.
run my way through quite a few dresses before I could settle down with my actual prom dress. And damn, that was as tiring as heck. I ran my way through a mint dress, a white dress (which I actually liked quite a bit but failed to find my size), and a black dress before purchasing my plain maroon dress. I certainly won't want to shop again any time soon. The day was still really enjoyable, though because I was with my lovely group of friends. :-) Later in the evening, I helped my other friends find their prom shoes, and winter clothing, but didn't find my own shoes. My hair... came out lighter than I'd expected. Well, I haven't got a photograph yet but it came out something like this:  I also chopped three inches off it, and layered it, so now my hair does not only look lighter (due to the colour difference), it also feels lighter. I have nothing to say about eyebrow threading, besides that it hurt like a bitch, and I will not do it again. (I think it hurts more if you have denser eyebrows, so if you have sparser eyebrows, go right ahead. How ironic, eh?) These few days have been less joyful than I would prefer, but, well, it was nothing I could control. Do something about your face. Are you even doing _____? You need to do ______ and ______ regularly, you know. I bet you aren't, and You're the one who always gets me into You really have some low EQ, Renee. Why did you grow up like this? Your _____ is too ______ anyway. You shouldn't be wearing this. If you don't want to listen to me, that's your Well, fuck you, too. Labels: personal Bloglovin'
posted on Friday, November 14, 2014 @ 10:18 pm | permalink
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posted on Thursday, November 13, 2014 @ 2:34 pm | permalink
Dear _____Why do you think I'm never home? Why do you think we've drifted apart? I know you think it's my fucking fault that this is happening; because I'm not telling you enough, I'm not supporting you enough, I don't understand you enough, I don't love you enough. And I also know that you don't feel you are at fault at all. (Which is, of course, fucking stupid since you always say: it takes two hands to clap. You've never been one to practise what you preach, have you? I admit: I might not be telling you enough, but that's because I've realised talking to you only serves to invite further points of contention, and I'm so tired of arguing with you. I might not be supporting you enough, but that's because I've tried. Multiple times. Either you're unconsciously rejecting my support, or my form of support isn't enough to satisfy you. (Remember all those days I spent asking after your welfare, listening to your troubles, thanking you for the littlest things, and reminding you with those 'I love you's? No?) I might not understand you, but that's because I've never been through what you have, and I probably never will, and if you wish your obstacles upon me, you are a much more worse person inside than I initially thought. I might seem like I don't love you enough, but that's because I'm being hurt so badly by you, and it's fucking difficult to keep reminding myself that deep down, I have to still love you. (And know that I truly do, just that I can barely show it anymore.) Yes, I know, you're struggling with your problems, and so are the rest of us even though it doesn't appear that way. However, the world doesn't give a fuck about that, and it will remain that way, so I guess you better get used to it, and fast? I'll always try and help you out, ______, but I won't fall with you. I'm just not willing to do that. I hope it doesn't come to that. “Don't feel sorry for yourself. Only assholes do that.” Labels: dear _____, personal III
posted on Wednesday, November 12, 2014 @ 11:44 pm | permalink
Jealousy... was the most hopeless prison in the world. Jealousy was not a place he was forced into by someone else, but a jail in which the inmate entered voluntarily, locked the door, and threw away the key.Well. This is a prime example of how accurate Murakami's words are, at least to me. On the other hand, it is 11:29PM at night, and I am scrolling my way through photographs of dyed hair. I had a little discussion with my father about dyeing my hair earlier tonight. Expectedly, it was utterly awkward, but it had to be done because my mom's getting her hair done tomorrow and I needed to know if I would be joining her. The talk was pretty unproductive, though, since it was basically postponed to tomorrow morning. So here I am worrying my head away. I'm likely to end up with a 'safe' colour if I actually get around to doing it.  Perhaps like this. I actually have a few colours on my bucket list, though.  This is gorgeous, but it won't suit me. It'll always be something to come back and admire though. (Probably as expensive as heck to do, too.) Well, it's all just wishful thinking for now. Best not to get my hopes up. Labels: personal Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage
posted on Tuesday, November 11, 2014 @ 7:46 pm | permalink
Tsukuru Tazaki had four best friends at school. By chance all of their names contained a colour. The two boys were called Akamatsu, meaning ‘red pine', and Oumi, ‘blue sea', while the girls' names were Shirane, ‘white root', and Kurono, ‘black field'. Tazaki was the only last name with no colour in it.So I received a new book as a surprise early birthday present today, from my friend. I'm really, really glad to finally own a copy of this book, as I've been pining after it for months. I was never allowed to purchase it before, even when it went on sale. (Ridiculous, right?) As such, I'm really happy she gifted me with this! It's one of the most meaningful birthday presents I've ever received. Murakami Haruki's books are... difficult to describe. His writing style has been criticised as un-Japanese, so in a way, it's not much different from reading Western books. The atmosphere within the books are surrealistic, and have a very literary feel. If you Google his books up (maybe after reading them), you will find various analogies regarding them. There will be techniques such as characters symbolising a common human trait to events representing actual conflicts in human history. I always feel refreshed and bulked up with new knowledge after reading one of his books. I actually took a bunch of photographs of the book, but I cannot upload them yet again because my camera cable is still MIA. This is the first time I've felt so burdened by this fact...   I already can't wait to go through the novel. Labels: literature precipitation palpitations
posted on Monday, November 10, 2014 @ 10:27 pm | permalink
I am not crying,This author's hand-written works were the ones that first caught my eye. I'm easily interested in all forms of penmanship, including his. I can also relate to his writings, and that was what made me continue reading. I would want to find other similar tumblr authors, but I haven't been able as of yet. Well, I'm just entertaining myself while waiting for my camera cable to reappear so that I can upload images here again. Tomorrow marks the official end of my GCE 'O' levels, and then I will experience freedom. Labels: literature Gatchaman Crowds
posted on Saturday, November 08, 2014 @ 3:48 pm | permalink
As the 'O' levels draw to an end, I'm starting to feel the effects of having an abundance of time on my hands.Boredom is striking. And don't we all despise the inactivity boredom brings? Unsurprisingly, I have taken to my post-PSLE habits once again. Wasting away whole days simply by lurking in chatrooms, and watching anime. First up on my newly constructed list was, of course, Gatchaman Crowds. The story is set in Japan in the early summer of 2015. 180,000 people live in Tachikawa City, the 'second metropolis' of the Tokyo area. Among them are 'Gatchaman'—warriors who fight in special reinforced suits powered by 'NOTE', the manifestation of special spiritual powers in living beings. A council has scouted a group of individuals with latent powers to protect Earth from alien criminals. In recent years, the council has assigned Gatchaman warriors to deal with the mysterious entity known as 'MESS'.A good article I've come across on this particular anime can be read here. You can watch the anime here. Gatchaman Crowds is only 12 episodes, which is the default shorter span amongst animes. All is good by me, considering how I prefer them to their longer counterparts. 12 episode animes have lesser tendency to drag, and develop better, I think. Gatchaman Crowds does not follow the stereotypical model of heroism, but still explores the theme of good vs evil, and justice via humans vs justice via technology. It also brings in the issue of the Internet, through their new-and-improved application GALAX. I particularly like the view point Hajime (the protagonist) brings in. GALAX isn't great, GALAX is powerful.  The Internet cannot be categorised as good or evil, it is simply a tool. We cannot allow ourselves to develop an over-reliance towards it. Seems like I'm in an oddly over-thinking-it mood. That's it for now. Labels: anime, Gatchaman Crowds |