Friday 30 March 2012

2in1

Yes, that's right. A blag post AND a poem! :O So yes, let's go! So today was okay. I wore very bright orange pants today and I regretted it ever since I stepped out of my house :L But I don't think it was a big deal. I'm just like that. Anywho, moving on from this boring Saturday, I did nothing yesterday! Whoooo... :L And I'm screwed for my peak tests tomorrow :\ I should really not be blagging right now ...... ANYWAYS, on Thursday, I went to the cityyyy, shopping for presents for Maria, and Jess, being the lovely person she is, helped me look for something grungey and black, like Maria's taste and soul (Taste in men, that is :L I joke, she's more of a white guy lover. ... I talk too much.) And I found something which was nice, but LOL I think I only got it because it was so damn cheap compared to everything else. I mean, things at the city are expensive! Not a good place for a cheap teenager for me. And Jess and I, we felt so out of place in our daggy school clothes and bags. But oh well. We had fun. But gosh, CITY PEOPLE. I don't like town hall. It's scary. The buildings are so big, and everything is so crowded. People go up, rather than across, and yet by the looks of them, they look as if down is their destination. (I'm talking about skyscrapers, by the way :L) But that's just me, judging people. But y'all look so stern all the time. And snobby. But, LOL, I know you're not. You're just professionals. I wonder if I'll ever be a city boy. A city man, really - shoulders up, faces (both of them) stern as the devil, and pockets overflowing with money. LOL Business suits are mighty attractive, but I'd rather tear em off a guy than wear one. But who knows, things might become something else, and I'll end up in an office, overlooking a car park in the back-end of the city, wishing things were different. ... Oh dear god. ALSO, I got to thinking about my 'skills', and really, the only skill I remotely have is writing, and if you haven't noticed, I'm not very good at that either! I love writing. It's fun. It's a great way of expressing myself, and yet, whenever I try, I just write random crap that kinda relates to what I want to say and hope it passes through :L And it usually doesn't. But oh well, I'll continue. Hopefully, I'll improve, write a cute little movie about love, and make it big. Fingers crossed.

Speaking of writing, here, have a poem. Tis called "Motionless".

Imagine all the raining drops,
The far-off clouds and childish hops,
Had stopped.
For us.

Every finger that had ever trembled,
Every heart that felt a jump,
Stopped trembling, and stopped beating,
At once.

We’d be together, forever,
Just you and me.
Time would no longer be a part of
Our jeopardies.
Space would no longer drift away from us.
We’d be free. We’d be timeless like we always are,
Except clocks wouldn’t mind as much.

All of space could be ours.
Each and every star that died and made a blast,
We’d have it all, forget the past
And all the things they’d say to us,
‘cause here is now, and now is love,
And love is always just enough.

People always used to stare,
And we’d just shrug, not give a care,
But times have changed, time is a thing of no more.
We can skip, and we can fly,
To the places, we could rise,
We could lie in each other’s wake, no more fires,
Hurricanes.

But time seemed to start moving on for you.
Your lips, your touch was gone,
And the tick's and tock's were coming through.
The world began to wake, and your heart began to sink,
Their minds, their words, their evils began to think,
Because you left. Because you’re gone,
Things have all been so dark,
Such a nightmare, such a world,
Where things will take your breath away,
But not by who I thought would stay.
Baby, please don’t go, don’t leave what we had.
My fingers start to tremble each time I hear your name.
Everybody stares, it’s a horrible fame,
To be the kid that ran through timeless fields,
And left to dry, for lonelier yields.

I grow older and wiser, and more regretful through the days,
And you fall more in love, off your feet, more in phase.
'Til time stops you in your tracks,
And I still stay motionless.

I miss those times,
That weren’t quite times.
Well, not for us, at least.

Yeah, it didn't turn out right, but oh well :\ LOL, by the way, guys, these poems will never stop. You can try to stop em, but even if my creative juices are at a low point, I'll never stop writing. Ever. >:)Also, THREE THOUSAND VIEWS! Yayyyyyyyy :) I'm getting closer to my dream amount - 3001 :')

ALSO:

New dream from thusday night. Titled "The train station and the anti-social son". A story about a train station and an antisocial son. :O I know, who knew!

Starring:

  • William Tran as the train-goer and the antisocial son.
  • Jessica Phan and Danny Huynh as the company of the train-goer.
  • Adam Crawford as the old friend with the strange greeting.
  • Parents as the concerned.
  • Woman and cute guy as the unimportant woman and cute guy whom my parents hired.
  • Max Schneider as the guy who wasn't in my dream but oh my god, he is so damn fine, just watch the first two seconds of the video in the post and your ovaries will explode due to all the sex in his face. Mine sure did :L
Enjoy!

http://justasilhouetteofdreams.blogspot.com.au/

Poem!

LOL Yeah :L Tis called "Streets of Plague, and Streets of You" Enjoy!

A cascade of blood, and a waterfall of all the hurt,
I wandered the streets of plague for you.
Over all the broken glass and bleeding hearts,
There was nothing that could stop me from getting through.

Just a taste of you, that’s all I need,
Darling, you can try but you’ll never stop me.
I need to get drunk on you,
Have you in my arms, bleeding, torn apart.
I need to tear through the blue,
Find your soul, and eat your still-beating heart,
Because times are different now,
I no longer live like you,
I no longer live at all.

Things have changed.
It’s acid rain,
The window’s shut but it still gets through.
My skin rots and bleeds just for you-
Only for you.
Let me into your mind, let me feast on your kind,
Unforgiving eyes of lust and helplessness.

It’s time to go, my baby, don’t say no, it’s time to leave this world forever.
No need for coffins - graves are useless, our love will live the impossible,
And wander, mindless and drenched in blood, because,
Things, my dear,
Things are different now.

Wednesday 28 March 2012

Lying to Herself, 'cause her Liquor's Top-shelf.

I keep on thinking of things to say, but I always forget it! :( So, I'm going to ramble until I get it back :) Okay, so, 2U was pretty alright, but I keep on finding mistakes, and I've already lost so many marks. I just hope to godeth that I get over 90%. LOL Huynh was pointing out all these mistakes in Michael's answers at the library today and Michael got frustrated at his losses and said "I'm going to stop talking to you now 'cause I keep losing marks!" :L I found that hilarious. I think I overlaughed it though :\ :L Anywho, there was also this book at the library and it had a really long title. Lyanna found it yesterday, and I decided to read the first page because it sounded interesting. And it had big writing :L Anywho, this is an extract, yeah? 

"But.." I didn't quite know how to put it. "Can you stick your finger up my arse?"
She stared at me like only a naked Korean virgin just asked to stick her finger up her teacher's arse could.
"Is it usual?" She asked innocently.
Bless her. "Not particularly."

Yeah... LOL Sounded pretty interesting. And yeah, he just goes on with his strange life and stuff :L When I turn 17 and am able to get a library card, I shall borrow it :) Okay, LOL, moving on. So, today, I had this strange thought. What would I do if I were dying? Like I had some sort of cancer, and I know that's a horrible thought and I do hope it never becomes real, but I wondered. I wondered how dramatic I'd be. But yes, I decided what I was to do. Hopefully I never have to, but I'd write a secret blog. And once  I died, it would become available, as said in my will. Only twelve or so people would read it but It'd be some sort of a mark to leave. Yeah. I'd put all my effort into it, and it'd be very sad and dramatic and whiny. I'd whine a lot. But in a poetic way :L but yeah, I don't have terminal cancer so no death blog, guys. And that's a good thing. Because now I can celebrate my ability to survive for this long with popcorn. I really want popcorn right now. Well, not now, but soon. Maybe I'll buy some on the way home from ze city of hell tomorrow. I mean the city. I also saw the cutest little kid today! He was jumping around the shelves, picking up novels and saying, "No, not this one." :L I want a son. Who will read craploads of literature. And he will say, "Yes, this one, maĆ®tre."

I'll probably never remember what I had to say. Hm. I should write these things down :L Also, I wanna try the ice-cream milk tea Michael Ma had today. It looked nice. Also-also, the glee episode of Community was so good, and I seem to be only the one who liked it. I mean, what was not to like? "Boopy-doopy doop-boop sex." :D Whatever, guys, seriously :L Okay. I guess that's it for today. BYE! :)

Tuesday 27 March 2012

Atom to atom, oh, what's the matter with me, love?

The static from your arms, it is a catalyst.
You're a chemical that burns, there is nothing like this.
It's the purest element, but it's so volatile.
An equation heaven-sent, a drug for angels.
 Florence + the Machine :)

Monday 26 March 2012

Movies I Need to Re-watch.

Okay, so I've created a list of movies I want to watch again because I remember watching them quite a while ago and the love I had of them. They were all so good! In their own ways :)
 Let's have a look at em! :D

Okay, so... We have:

  • Just Like Heaven - this was pretty alright. It was really interesting and I liked it. I just.. I liked it :L
  • Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events - This was a really quirky movie! I loved it's strangeness... and charm LOL WHICH REMINDS ME! English exam was today and I forgot the best lines for my story :( And I stuffed up the twist so I had to write DO NOT CONTINUE READING. GO TO STARRED PARAGRAPH ON NEXT PAGE, THEN COME BACK. :L :\
  • Up - this was lovely :)
  • If Only - I remember watching this a very long time ago and it was really good then! :L Been meaning to watch it. I think the title alludes to the question: "If Only we could relive those most beloved and precious memories again." Or just like a "If Only we had a second chance" sorta thing :\
  • Toy Story 3 - Good ending to the series! It did not disappoint at all. Although, the ruining of the end did for me :( But it's still cool :L We should totally have a pixar marathon one day. That would be tops :L No, really.
  • Leon: The Professional - This was also really really good. I mean, it is AMAZING. Loved it! Twas really good. It's about a 12 year old girl who loses her family (who weren't all that but she really loved her baby brother) because they get massacred by a corrupt cop who punishes the father for stealing his drugs. Anywho, the girl survives because she was buying groceries at the time, and to save herself, because the gang knows they still have to kill her too and so she hides in her neighbour's apartment. And then she finds out that he is an assassin and she asks him to teach her how to avenge her brother. And yeah, he's the emotionless, lonely sort of guy and he's super tough and badass and the girl finds he soft spot :L Very long description but yeah. IT'S REALLY GOOD :L
And that is all. Can't wait to rewatch them all. Just have to find the time :( Okay. BYE :L :)

Sunday 25 March 2012

LOL AYLI

Yeah... I don't care for As You Like It anymore :L But oh well :L I had so much to say. Sorry about all the poems :L Hm. Okay... Well, let's start with today. What did I do? I went to maria's house, so we could study. Of course, as expected, we talked a lot and we did not finish anything. I didn't even finish my less than forty minutes of watching and analysing Amelie, even though I was there for hours :L Yeah. Twas a bad idea but a fun idea. And the bad-fun ideas are the best. ... Until the next morning. LOL Sounds like I drink :L Or am I not cool enough to even sound it yet? :( 

Ah.. Drinkin' Partyin' and Growin' Up. So many things lost in translation. LOL What? I don't want to grow up. Not yet. I don't want to lose my childhood, or the childhood I have yet to experience. But I also want to see the real world. Even if it's the scariest thing out.. there. The out there being the scary :O I want a ball pit, but I want to have sex in it. I want a cubby house, but I want to have sex in it. I want a blanket fort, but I want to watch the news in it. LOL By the way, don't take me as a pedophile or anything because I plan to do all these things with a boy my age :L Not ten years younger than me :L And don't take me as a whore, either. I plan on paying him back LOL And, also, don't take me as a sex-craving slut. Because this is a joke and I haven't even thought about these yet :L But now that I am thinking about it... I guess you could call me a whore. I mean a pedophile. Nono, I mean a period monster. ..................... Crickets, tumbleweed, come at me :L It's just that, things are going so quickly. We all want to leave point A behind and run straight for point B, not looking back, not slowing down - taking in the moment. We just rush. Until we meet that special person. Who stops us in our tracks. Who slows down time, just for that one moment. How nice. How quaint. I wonder when I will meet that someone. That You in Someone Like You has passed, pretty much. That admirable Fidelity in Fidelity is here and there. But I don't have that special someone. LOL Maybe I'm hoping for too much. But from what people say on Tumblr, it sounds pretty cool :L There was this one post that said "And suddenly, all the love songs were about you." That's cool too :L Hm. There's still something I wanted to say. But I just can't find it. Anomia is the technical word for tip-of-the-tongue syndrome when you can almost remember a word, but it just won’t quite come to you :O 

Oh, on this lane, some guy or gal wrote marriage on the ground and I was like, aww, someone got married ... on this car park lane... and then the message went on to say "Marriage = Man + Woman" ... LOL I'm not entirely sure that it was an anti-gay marriage sorta thing but if I had chalk... I don't know what I'd do :L But it got me thinking. What if this whole thing doesn't blow over? What if I can't get married here? What if I don't get a son. Maybe it's for the best. Who knows. But it'd be nice to have a son. To read to him, teach him how to catch horribly like his  father. Record everything that ever happens to him. First steps, first girlfriend (or bf, but that would be a sin and I would disown him :L), school dance! Cool suit & beautiful beau - because my son will get all the girls/boys. He'll also play an instrument. Cool-kid guitar or pleasant Cello. Or he'll rock the giant double bass. Oh, and his name shall be... Hm. Something epic. Like Max. Max Damage :L Or Jason. I always liked the name Jason for some reason. I will definitely not call him something ugly like Gunther. (I'm sure you're not as bad as your name, Gunthers out there reading this. You know. All zero of you :L). He'll be shy but he'll have friends. He'll have his best bud and they'll be each others wing men. I'll embarrass the crazy out of him. I mean, I will do everything to humiliate him. I'll yell out things like "You forgot your safety spoon!" "GIVE ME A KISS, CHILDDD" "Summon me when the dusk becomes nothing but." "I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want-" He will be fun, funny and funtastic! He'll wear normal clothes :L I ain't gonna buy designer crap for a five year old. I'm not gonna dress him up like a rapper and take him out :L I'll dress him up as a death metal rock god with piercings, long hair tattoos and all :L I'll be his favourite father, and I'll force him into eating my undercooked cookies. I'll make him brush his teeth, but he'll refuse. I'll teach him chivalry and manners and I'll burn a toy every time he swears (LOLIjoke,calmdown OH MY GOD I HATE IT WHEN BLOGSPOT TAKES A SHITLOAD OUT OF MY POST WHEN I PUBLISH IT. IT'S SO GODDAMN ANNOYING, I HAD SO MUCH TO SAY HERE AND NOW IT'S ALL GONE.

Okay, LOL, I should stop this :L I have an essay to start :L I did not give myself enough time to prepare for this exam :L Any exam, really :L Should've done those maths exercises for hw :( LOL And I have yet to figure out what I had to say... Oh well :L Oh, and look, I made words red to show what the topic of the paragraph is :D Aren't I helpful. LOL Okay... :L AU REVOIR.

Saturday 24 March 2012

... The bags under my eyes are doing weights and they don't know how to lift :(

Yeah. LOL when I don't sleep, i get high off of nothingness and act weird. Tonight, I wrote weird. I mean, it makes no sense at all, this one. I mean none :L I like to call this poem 'I Need Sleep'. :\ Enjoy it. Also, I'm screwed for peak hw :L And I'd also like to take this time to thank the wonderful Nancy Luu. LOL I know I was supposed to stop but no. Okay. Here it is:

Up late, but that’s okay.
We’ll make it out, just you wait.
Another whisper, one more day.
We’ll make it out, just don’t pray.

‘Cause they’ll feed on your wishes,
Throw you to the den.
Take you back to the cell,
And start the cycle again.

They’ll make you beg, they’ll make you cry,
But don’t lose the battle, don’t you dare even try.
They’ll make you feel worthless.
They’ll toy with your mind.
But they win when you breathe your last breath,
When hope is lost, and you die.

Things get better in the end.
The light is just around the bend.
A hanging rope won’t string the truth,
Blood from your wrists, won’t change a thing.

It’s sad, but it’s true.
Melancholia, a way of life.
Things feel horrible, feelings like death.
But it all gets better in the end.
Storms pass, a promise of theft.

A dying star, a wandering maiden,
Things that were have gone and faded
A graveyard of dreams, a solitary confinement,
A time that is no more, a tide’s alignment.
Random lines of words don’t mean a thing.
But you, my dear.
You do.

LOL Another poem :L

So I was at the park today with Jess and she was writing her creative and her plot helped me produce a poem. And yeah, this poem is yet another product of not wanting to do my studying :L Yeah, it's a tiny little ode to Florence too. So enjoy! :) Oh, and it's called 'Strangeness and Charm'.

Trembling heartbeat and a quivering lip,
She found herself so far away from home.
Each stone was of a different kind,
And each street whispered strangeness and time.
In alley ways of melancholy,
She dreamt plastic-bag dreams and held street-light ceremonials
For each sunset veiled by the winter glaze.
Loneliness threaded through each hole in her mind,
And each frosted breath left like everything else in her life.

And yet, in tweed and leather shoes, there was him.
She had no idea who he was, but there was this warmth.
Like a blanket, she wanted to wind herself inside of him.
Like the beauty of the twilight’s pain,
With each and every snowflake he had caught her, and yet
With each and every snowflake thereafter, he was gone.

There was this link, this rope, that she clutched onto when he was a round,
And with that link came safety and charm.
And it was as if with each step he took, he left a lily behind,
And with each lily she picked up,
Her trembling heartbeat grew steadier and louder.
And it was when her heartbeat was the calmest and yet the loudest-
That was when she found herself at home.

Each arm a wall and his words a door to an unseen world.
A world of curtains that kept out the cold,
And a bed that could hold their stories and their time.
And yet his loveliest feature
Was the fireplace that blazed in his heart.
And it was here she found a home.
It was here, she found happiness.

LOL, yeah. Pretty impractical metaphorical house. What with only having two walls :L

Wednesday 21 March 2012

Happy Poem Day! ... I think.

LOL So this poem came out of my mind in song. ... And my mind's voice was that of Lana Del Rey's, so... Um, Enjoy. LOL It's not very well done but then again when are they really? Also, it is called 'When Can We See the Stars' And you might notice that my poems say a lot of the same things.... LOL ok, here we go:

Eddy they don’t really seem to understand.
They tell us that we’re angry, and they pull us by the hand,
Tell us we should listen ‘cause we don’t know any better,
Hold us by the neck, hold us by a tether.
My noose hangs only for you, my dear.
They tell us they’re not ready, they hold onto their fears.
We don’t want to live like this.

Baby, can you hold on tight?
We’re going for the roughest of rides.
If I can’t be true, what can I do?
If I can’t be free, how will I ever see?
All the things they say that shine brighter than stars
Heart beats louder than the roar of the muscle cars.
When can I see the sun?
Or is this all that we have won?

My noose hangs only for you, my dear.
Can you wake me when the clouds go and all is clear?
Hold my hand and I’ll grip tighter than you’ve ever known
But please don’t say our love is dead and gone.

Climb into the grave with me.
We can sleep for all of eternity.
Time can’t touch us here.
Because my noose hangs only for you, my dear.

Okay, goodbye :) By the by, who is Eddy? :\

Tuesday 20 March 2012

New Background!

Yeah. Hopefully this one won't hurt your eyes as much :) :L The comic is where the name blag came from :) I think I've mentioned this before :L Anywho, let's look at more info about the word blag. Well, I only have one other piece of information but oh well :L This is the urban dictionary's definition:


And yeah :L I found this ad for this shirt next to it:


Get itt?? :D
There's probably a proper word for it but it's the code that the army people use :L ..... Yeah, there's a better way of explaining this LOL Who cares, y'all get it :L Okay. I guess that's it. BYE :D :)

Monday 19 March 2012

LOL Tiny little monologue.

LOL, okay, so I wrote a very small monologue, right? And, um, I don't know why I did it. It's just word-spewing thing I do where I write whatever comes to mind and it makes no sense and I post it. LOL So, yeah. It's called 'Necrophilic'. ENJOY!

We could have had it all. The flesh, the blood, the bone. But you just couldn’t take it, could you? You just ran away like you always did. Afraid and unsure, you just left. You left us. You left our memories, our moments, our love. You call yourself almighty, but you can’t even face the flies that surround my eyes when I look at you and see the hope that we could be more than what we already are. It’s just too much. So go. Run. You’ll break a leg and your fingers will rot right off, but you’ll still get away and you’ll still point the blame towards me because that’s just who you are. The un-dead afraid.
But you know what? One day they’ll get you. Because the further away you get from us, the closer you’ll get to them. They won’t understand. You’ll think they will, but they’ll just hack you to pieces. Like you did me. But they'll do it a little bit more literally. So run. Don’t look back. Because you could crash right into them. And you’ll be gone. No more second lives for you. And I’ll forget you. I will. Just like that, you’ll be gone like blood against a feast. You’re disappearing as we speak. Into the horizon, and from my mind. Godspeed, dear. And good luck.

Yeah. Zombies are cool. But I hope I never meet one. Unless it's vegetarian and nice :) :L BYE!

Sunday 18 March 2012

You know what I like?

The sky. It's so pretty. And big. And amazing LOL Stars are cool and all but the clouds! Dayum. Yesterday, they were so damn pretty. They were really white on the edges and they got darker in the centres. The sun was shining behind them and they just looked like heaven. Once, on a drive to Brisbane, looking down the road, in the middle of the sky there was a giant white dazzling cloud that was shaped like a mountain. It looked so crazy and angelic! It was real pretty :) I love red skies, purple skies and even that of the darkest blue but the best is sky of light and heavenly blue. The one on calm days, where everything is pretty and gorgeous and lovely. LOL Yeah. This post is going to be about nothing but skies, guys, so if you hate the sky then get out. Get out of my life. LOL I joke. Kinda :L On Friday, on my way home from tutor I also saw a rainbow against grey storm clouds. It was nice. Quite big. I love rainbows. They're also beautiful. It's so crazy how there are so many pretty colours up there but once you reach them, they're gone. And you can never really touch a rainbow. I wanna touch a rainbow :( I also love how big the sky is. Like, it spans across the whole planet. I love looking up and stretching my head all the way back, seeing how far it goes. And I never get to the end of it because that is impossible but yeah. I usually end up looking like a crazy person with a really bad back. But oh well. There's also this umbrella I saw on ebay. It was a cloud umbrella! It was plain silver on the outside, but on the inside, the ceiling of the umbrella was a blue sky filled with clouds. So lovely to have on a rainy day :) You know what else is nice? The night sky. Stars are amazing. Night skies are the best out in the country. Next time you go camping, look up and savour the sight because it is pretty damn fine. I love it. I wonder what it would be like to run into space and wrap myself up in a nebula. I'd have to be massive but I still wonder. Hm. I'd probably burn all my massive skin off... I also wonder what it'd be like to run so far you fall of the horizon. Hm. The name Skye is alright. But it reminds me of a hippy or a vegan :\ They aren't bad and all but meat is delicious and they're missing out :L Then again, they'd probably retaliate with AND THE DAMN COW IS MISSING OUT ON LIFE, YOU PIG. ... Yeah. I think I'm high. Off of the sky. .... Okay, bye :L I'm going to look up what a blow job is on google. The drink, that is. (Yeah, I made that mistake too and so did my imagination and in the end I was a little disappointed.) LOLokay, bye :L

Thursday 15 March 2012

"How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd."

(From "Eloisa to Abelard" by Alexander Pope)


... Clem?

Note: Yeah, turn up the volume :\ Best video I could find :L
LOL yeah, super-good movie :) One of my favourites of all time :')

Sunday 11 March 2012

POEM NUMERO DEUX

LOL So after Lizzie B and Lyanna, I also had the urge to write about love. So I made a poem. That makes no sense. LOL You can try to analyse this thang but you'll get nowhere. Because it leads nowhere. It is from nowhere. I don't even know why I wrote it :L And I'm not even sure if it's saying love is good or not. I'm confused. You shall be too. Enjoy:

As if gravity had let go of us completely,
Our feet had left the ground.
Heading for the concrete sky,
We waltz into the sound of light.
Your eyes, they yearn for something larger than life.
My eyes, they hope for you to find it.
Past the clouds, your hand in mine,
Can’t fathom what it’s like to find
True as true can be, love so lover-ly,
Heartbeats of eternity.
You can’t find air up here,
But then there’s you to breathe.
Time and space approaches,
And you whisper in my ear,
“When shall we drop?”
Into the nebulas we run,
‘til we tore through time itself.
The stars don’t shine as bright as our love.
Our hearts.
We were the stars who shined the brightest.
But we also burnt the quickest.
And now,
We fall.

By the way, guys. What is a concrete sky? :\