Saturday, December 15, 2012

No matter

So that’s how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal
the loss, no matter how important the thing that’s stolen from
us—that’s snatched right out of our hands—even if we are left
completely changed people with only the outer layer of skin
from before, we continue to play out our lives this way, in
silence. We draw ever nearer to our allotted span of time,
bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often
adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a
feeling of immeasurable emptiness.
haruki murakami


Monday, December 03, 2012

Draw me an Owl

I'm having a strong urge to draw again and I want to draw an Owl. I haven't been drawing in years. I miss it.

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

And thus, here I am

I went home for one night this weekend and immediately thought "Why can't I just stay home and study until exams start!" ... home is soooooooo comfortable! All the carpet and beds and space and excellent wifi and unlimited food supply. I would also have peace and quiet since my house is big enough. Then there's woofie! I can hug him up all the time!

I woke up the next morning, haunted by memories of my Mom... memories triggered from just being at home, seeing everything, feeling her absence

The decision was then made for me. Though being in my apartment means fending for myself, scavenging for food, operating in a tiny space, dealing with the almost constant noise from my flat-mates (like at this very moment); it's ultimately the better alternative, since being at home will just be me... in tears.

No haunted mind is able to study for finals

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

My brain is like 'Fill In The Blanks'

It's been happening more than chance could explain. For the past few weeks, I keep finding myself stopping while speaking to find a word I was going to say. It's like my brain is on dial-up when it comes to sourcing stored information - something as simple as nouns! Simple words...I'm pausing in an awkward blank moment

Friday, November 16, 2012

My exam stress pattern


Studying for exams gets me stressed. I get stressed while studying for exams.
I'm finally realizing that my exam stress mode manifests in a number of ways:
I get moody... all sorts of moody.
Depressed, frustrated, despondent, hopeless
Then I get aggressive... all sorts of violent.
Angry, frustrated, murderous thoughts, destructive tendencies
I'm also very snappy
Lack of patience, lack of contact with people, lack of forbearance
I become needy
My sleeping suffers - either I can't sleep or I can't stay awake
I eat terribly - caffeine caffeine caffeine, snacks, junk, constant munching or no eating at all
I gain weight
I break down. I cry. I cry a lot.
I waste time. I procrastinate.
I start hating myself - a lot! I go through hours of regret and self berating.
Sick - I get really sick
Pain pain pain - RA flares, headaches, neck pain, fever, nausea, indigestion
Acceptance - I sometimes give up and give in.
Yet SOMEHOW, through all this... I manage to get work done and do marginally well
If I spent as much time studying as I did stressing, I would be a genius

Thursday, November 01, 2012

Delinquent

So I heard from a friend, that a girl in my class (whom I don't know) thinks I'm a 'delinquent' because I'm always on (Facebook etc) on my laptop in class. She is right about the laptop thing, because I type all my notes, I don't write at all! She is also right about me being on Facebook etc since I have this inexplicable ability to never concentrate in a class (thank you ADD). But as my friend corrected her, I do have a 4.0 GPA (yes I admit it) and I'm pretty much topping most of my classes. So what concerns me is why am I so bummy about hearing that talk about me? It's a simple case of mistaken appearances but somehow, despite me knowing better, I still feel bad... it still bothers me. Sighs

Saturday, September 22, 2012

Something broke

How can I be happy? I'm finding it so hard to be a happy person when inside I feel like screaming and stabbing myself to end the pain of losing you. Death is supposed to be natural, but 1 year later and I still can't let it go... I still can't believe it... I still can't stop feeling like a part of me died with you. I'm filled with so much loneliness, fear and anger. It scares me

Thursday, September 06, 2012

There's more to a kiss and everything in death

... and sometimes there's that terrifying moment where though I know I want more, I wonder if it would ever be enough. Maybe it's a void I'm trying to fill that just never can be, because what was yanked out of me cannot be replaced - ever. But what makes this more frightening is that maybe there is more, just not from where I want it

Wednesday, August 08, 2012

Flowers in the Attic

Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1)Flowers in the Attic by V.C. Andrews

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


When I was a budding teen, my mom always warned me never to read this mysterious 'Flowers in the Attic' book. Now more than a decade later, I am SO glad I heeded her back then! I HATED this story!!! and as such, I give it 5 STARS. Peculiar huh? It's not because I liked it, or really liked it (according to goodreads lesser star meanings) but because it was indeed amazing! I found myself so engrossed in this book that I entirely forgot that it was fiction, I even found myself locked in my room reading constantly forgetting that maybe I should (and CAN) come out. The story sucked me in and I cringed and protested and hated every second of it but for an author to wield a story that reads so simply, yet evokes such intense feeling of loathing and distress, I have nothing but admiration and amazement. I can say without a doubt, this was one of the most disturbing books I've ever read and I will never, ever forget it. Suffice it to say, when I have kids, I would give them to same advice as my mom gave me :p



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Wednesday, August 01, 2012

Overweight

You know that point in your life when that one thing that bothers you begins screaming in your ear? It's not as if it's been silent all along, but you've just conveniently muffled the sound until one day at some odd hour of the afternoon you suddenly realize that your life has become that problem! I've reached the point where I cannot see someone without first thinking that they would be thinking how terribly overweight I've become. To compound on that, I tend to avoid people I've known for a long time and places I used to normally go because I just hate to be seen like this. This is the moment of no return, the realization that complaining about it is just the tip of the iceberg of emotional damage being done and now... I can't ignore it. Walking around feeling constantly ashamed of oneself is akin to twisting a dagger slowly into the gut.

Monday, July 30, 2012

Oh Harry!

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone (Harry Potter, #1)Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone by J.K. Rowling

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


Thirteen years later, I am re-reading this book for the first time! I totally enjoyed it, probably much more than my young mind could have back then. I kept bumbling with a mixture of delight and sad nostalgia reading about characters knowing what I know now having read the entire series. I can't wait for my kids to read this series!!!



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Saturday, July 28, 2012

Because I have Anger issues

Dear God, the Universe and Future me,
Please give me patience (lots of patience) when I need to be patient
Acceptance when I need to accept (and let go)
and Courage when I need to do it on my own
Yours Sincerely,
Me

Friday, July 06, 2012

Should I?

Lately I've found myself wondering something quite strange really and it sort of revolves around the question 'Should I continue living?' It feels almost as if I have a choice in the matter, like I can just switch a knob and turn my life on or off. It brings into question my own mortality lately.
I'm suffering (yes I'm using the word suffering) from a chronic disease for more than half my life and if I stop to take notice, I can't help but wonder how long can the human body survive with all these medication I keep pumping into it day and night, nonstop. For quality of life reasons, I need the meds, but is that at the cost of quantity? I can't tell what would kill me faster; the disease or the medication. But I do know that health wise, it's never going to be easy and could only get worst as my body naturally ages.How much more pain can I bare?
So yes, that brings me back to the question - Should I continue living?
I love life, but what's the point anymore? Even love hurts me. Life hurts.
And then of course, if I continue living, I would have to face the death of all my loved ones around me. I'm still struggling to function after mom's death; maybe I should stop. 
But again, I don't exactly have that switch ... that choice
It just doesn't work like that, not really.
 

Saturday, June 30, 2012

A Thousand Splendid Suns

A Thousand Splendid SunsA Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


This was one insanely sad book! Amazingly written with characters so real you will never be able to shake them... but so, so very sad.



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Prince of Thorns

Prince of Thorns (The Broken Empire, #1)Prince of Thorns by Mark  Lawrence

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


Wow... so, this was quite something! I've never read a book quite like this before; mixed genres of medieval epic fantasy type with an underlying dystopian background. There were scenes that made my blood crawl and some that scared me into stopping what I was reading. There were many laugh out loud moments that caught me so off guard and even more so since I really should not have been laughing; such is the power of a good antihero. I commend Mark Lawrence's writing! Dialogue and prose of this caliber is very rarely seen in breakthrough novelists. The main character Jorg is one you would never, ever forget! All in all, I enjoyed this book despite reading a genre I rarely ever do (fantasy) Can't wait for the 2nd installment 'King of Thorns'



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Saturday, May 12, 2012

You never deigned to believe

Sometimes while Lolita would be haphazardly preparing her homework, sucking a pencil, lolling sideways in an easy chair with both legs over its arm, I would shed all my pedagogic restraint, dismiss all our quarrels, forget all my masculine pride – and literally crawl on my knees to your chair, my Lolita! You would give me one look – a gray furry question mark of a look: “Oh no, not again” (incredulity, exasperation); for you never deigned to believe that I could, without any specific designs, ever crave to bury my face in your plaid skirt, my darling! The fragility of those bare arms of yours – how I longed to enfold them, all your four limpid lovely limbs, a folded colt, and take your head between my unworthy hands, and pull the temple skin back on both sides, and kiss your chinesed eyes, and – “Pulease, leave me alone, will you” you would say, “for Christ’s sake leave me alone.” And I would get up from the floor while you looked on, your face deliberately twitching in imitation of my tic nerveux. But never mind, never mind, I am only a brute, never mind, let us go on with my miserable story.
Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov 
Part 2, chapter 10

A past I've never known

'Hey' she said, an obvious smile in her voice as he showed up out of the blue and leaned over her.
I saw her hand caressing his arm, in the most natural of ways.
Tiny hands, thin fingers. Nails long, blunt cut and painted.
Her fingers gently weaving a story on his skin with supple ease of motion 
I stood there a few feet behind them, unmoving 
and for a brief moment, all I could think was
"Those were the hands that touched him; that's the touch he felt"
Though he's now mine, he was once hers

Sunday, May 06, 2012

The Pencil

I really love my Pencil. The weight is so nicely distributed - a solid feel that practically pulls you towards the tip ♥

Saturday, May 05, 2012

Sighssssss

I wish I could tell you I'm sorry
I wish I had spent more time... just more time, because I didn't know that was all the time I had left
I wish I didn't have to spend my first birthday without you next week
I wish I still had you here for mothers day... what am I going to do?
I'm sorry ma...

Monday, April 23, 2012

Tryst with Happiness



Today I woke up, made myself a sandwich, took a nice long hot shower, changed and walked out to the football field in the 1pm sun and sat on a bench for about 45mins, just taking in the sun and breeze and nature :) My b/f met me there and we came back to my apartment where we chilled, laughed, talked, horse around, laughed some more and just downright enjoyed a lovely relaxing evening together. Then a friend called, picked us up and we all went for doubles! Ended the night with a burning bang! heheh. So today was a beautiful day - a tryst with happiness in between all the stress and drama of Final Exams etc.

I'm a Major Microblogger

The posting of very short entries or updates on a blog or social networking site, typically via a cell phone.

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Running out of time

I'm so frustrated right now. I feel like I'm just stuck! I don't know what to do >.< I can't seem to chose a topic for essay 1 in Social Psychology. I spent an hour reading one topic, then realized I just don't want to do it anymore. I hate this. I'm supposed to have 2 to 3 topics prepared per essay section, and I can't even pick one!
Now I'm reviewing things I've already learned for midterms and I feel like I can't remember anything anymore. My brain doesn't want to learn or something. Then there's Statistics - I'm entirely screwed for this exam. I don't know how to handle my time right now. I think I'm panicking.

Thursday, April 19, 2012

This song... is sex



Bring your love baby I could bring my shame
Bring the drugs baby I could bring my pain
I got my heart right here
I got my scars right here

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Monday, April 16, 2012

Hopefully I won't hurt anyone

It's rather weird, but randomly I sometimes think these words 
KILL | DIE | STAB | SCREAM
and there's this intense violent urge scratching under the surface of my skin

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

After the tears, the reasons for the fears

I never realized till now how terrifying it is to realize that someone has had all of you...
That level of trust I thought was beyond me
This is a tricky place to be
So I will be scared, I will cry and I will trust
Love does that

Wednesday, April 04, 2012

Stiff?

A few minutes into one of my classes today, my lecturer suddenly looked in my direction and asked "You have a stiff neck?" ... I said "Who, me?" ... she said "yeah"... I said "Yeah kinda"... *pause*... "You can see it?" ... She said "Yeah" ....... Then we continued on our discussion about how childhood disorders differ from those of different ages.

My discussion ended there for awhile though, least in my head... I couldn't help but wonder how noticeable my symptoms are becoming; if it was something more pronounced lately because of the stress of upcoming exams, or was it because she was just observant and happened to be at just the right angle such that I had to twist my body to see her, or if this is how it's always been and  I just got so accustomed to it, as much as those closest to me such that these disabilities have become part of who I am.

So yeah, I cannot:

  • Turn my head much
  • Make a fist
  • Drop my shoulders
  • Reach my hands behind my back
  • Fold my legs
  • Walk fast
As much as I would like to think that I've forgotten these things, adjusting and functioning in a seemingly normal way requires effort and thus, cognition. 

Tuesday, April 03, 2012

Best I stay in my room

I'm really, really unhappy about my weight - body image - right now
Constantly my mind jumps to these thoughts of dissatisfaction, disgust, self consciousness, sadness... I hate how I look and how it makes me feel. I really, really do! 

Sunday, April 01, 2012

Since mom died...

I just signed into my email, saw 2 mails and immediately deleted them. For the last 10years of my life, this was something I would never have done. It was my horoscope.
Since my mom died, I stopped reading my horoscope - I felt lied to and cheated by it since they still send her her horoscope ... but she's not even alive!
Since mom died, I've stopped going to Satsangh. I haven't gone to a rock show, concert or any big lime. I find it really difficult and thus fail miserably at keeping in touch with most of the people in my life.
Since mom died, it feels like the house itself is slowly dying... like the life force of 'home' is no longer here. I feel like I have to use up all the products or throw them away since they are rapidly approaching their own demise.
Since mom died, I've been eating without being hungry. I eat as though I have no idea where my next meal is coming from; and half the times, I don't.


Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Golly!

Approximately 2 weeks ago, I made an entry - click here to read that post - called "A's?" I quote:
I got an A in one of my midterms
3 more results are still outstanding
I'm pretty sure that this A would be my best mark for these midterms though
Now, I'm still in disbelief as I'm typing this but since then I got 2 more of my results and both were A's! Both of these came as a surprise to me. The 1st one I got an A- when I was honestly just hoping to pass, since I remember being really sick for that exam. The 2nd one, I saw my results just a few hours ago, I got 1pt short of the highest in my class ... I was shocked! Really and truly shocked by that result. See the thing is, I left out a question worth 2 marks, so out of 25, I was already looking at 23. The highest mark was 22 and well, you worked it out - I got 21/25.  


Me talking about it or being all happy may seen boastful or to a lot of people, they may think of my good grades as 'expected' - but the thing is, I've never been one of those 'A' students. This is the 1st time this is happening to me, least since primary school days. I personally still cannot figure out if it's me doing well, or the system just being easy; but according to the frequency distribution of results so far, I'm actually on the top end. 


Anyways... I'm happy about this result. All things considered, all the madness and sadness in my life lately, at least there is this one thing that's saying 'hey, don't give up, you're doing something good here' -- (at least for midterms)

Thursday, March 22, 2012

This boy, my boy :)

Sometimes I look at him and all I can think is "wow, I really like this boy"
I think he's absolutely wonderful
He's such a horrible, beautiful person

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Curled up with my book :)


For this

When I look at it now, I realize... Today... was Perfect
You, were perfect
I will capture this memory forever to remind me that when things get rough and life gets tough... this will always be worth living for; this is the reason and result of being Us 

Thursday, March 15, 2012

A's?

I got an A in one of my midterms
3 more results are still outstanding
I'm pretty sure that this A would be my best mark for these midterms though
In all seriousness, I was wondering what it would be like if I could be one of those straight A's students.
Hmmm
Maybe I can give it a try

Monday, March 05, 2012

Imbalance - Insanity

It's not enough
I love more
I care more
I need more
I want more
I do more
I see more
I listen more
I say more
I sacrifice more
I compromise more
I give more
I feel more
I hurt more

Nothing else matters at this moment


Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Classes today

Today, for both my classes, I somehow ended up sitting within close proximity of my tutors and making a lot of contributions to the discussions, even if only with questions and queries. I know I shouldn't be surprised, but in a way I am. I keep wanting to think that I'm shy, maybe I am. I am theorizing a correlation between sitting up in front and the ease of which I can comment and query things in class.
Essentially it comes down to simply this: 
1. I cannot see the people sitting behind me so it's easy to create a bubble where it's just the teacher and myself and block everyone else out, and
2. being within direct visual contact of the tutor, it's also easier for me to speak when they glance at me first during the cursory perusal of the otherwise blank faces - which sometimes include my own.

Things to do tomorrow

  1. Wake up on time
  2. Eat a burger for breakfast [ended up eating it for dinner]
  3. Take medication
  4. Shower
  5. Change
  6. Rest a 5
  7. Head to campus for class
  8. Pay attention [not really]
  9. Collect my order after class
  10. Share some of what I buy [I shared 10 of the 12]
  11. Have lunch
  12. Get a bank statement at the ATM [totally forgot]
  13. Stare at it
  14. Buy something for dinner [ headed back early because I had a ride]
  15. Go back to my apartment
  16. Take off my clothes
  17. Drop on bed
  18. Wait
  19. Complete all the above without crying 
Update: Didn't head back to my apartment alone, so that was fun :) ... But I couldn't end the night w/o crying - a good few times in fact :(

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Another day is not really guaranteed




And I don't wanna take for granted the time you may have here with me'Cause Lord only knows another day is not really guaranteed
So every time you hold me
Hold me like this is the last time
Every time you kiss me
Kiss me like you'll never see me again
Every time you touch me
Touch me like this is the last time
Promise that you'll love me
Love me like you'll never see me again

Sunday, February 19, 2012

I'm trying...

I don't know what's more painful... loneliness, or trying to get out of it 


Saturday, February 18, 2012

The truth is... I just can't stop crying. It hurts too much. I feel so lonely.
Now I'm just living in fear of losing everyone else that I love.
I don't even have a best friend anymore.
I can't stop crying... How many tears can one person have?!

Friday, February 03, 2012

I miss reading


1 week ago I was sitting in a 3 hour long lecture, busy taking notes and I don't know what happened but I suddenly started to panic, I was looking around wildly trying to register where I was and what I was doing because in that moment, the thought hit me that Mom was dead. I couldn't tell if that was real or this was real. I kept watching around wondering if I was real and everyone around me was real. That's when the tears started. One week later, I still cannot stop crying. I just woke up crying. I went to sleep crying. I spent my entire of last night sporadically crying. I want to hurt myself to know if I'm real. 

Thursday, January 26, 2012

I want to watch my thoughts like they are voyagers, sailing over the sea of my mind; my emotions as just the stirring of water behind -- then wait -- Calm

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Start your new chapter


My days are lovely, painful; you hurt me and I love you

My first day back out for the Semester went pretty well. There was something so strange and almost precious about waking up all on my own and being responsible for myself and to myself in getting to class and doing what I had to do. I absolutely loved my first lecture! The course itself and the lecturer are both very intriguing. The walk back to Milner was long and tiresome but ... well *smirks* it was well worth it =)

Today, my second day, started off almost the opposite. I felt so sleepy, rundown and pained. I started my day by calling my dad, just to touch base before the day gets busy, then I did the needful and slowly laboured onto campus. I found myself chanting a mantra with EVERY step I took! In doing so, I became aware that I haven't quite finished learning how to walk again (Post THRs) so with each painful step, I made a conscious effort to lift, bend, go forward and drop, curl, lift, bend, go forward and drop... on and on and on and on. I started using muscles I rarely used before, all in the effort to widen my stride and appear more fluid.

I observed everyone walking pass me, and I really mean everyone. There was no human being who was behind me in any noticeable distance who did NOT overtake me at some point. It's unnerving and sometimes throws me into a real uncomfortable zone. After 10 minutes of walking, I finally had to remind myself that 'hey, you should be happy, you're walking with titanium hips... you're actually walking; something you couldn't exactly do a few years ago' ... So I trod over the dewy wet grass, letting the coolness caress my very painful tired feet and I smiled knowing that I've come a long way and I need to stop being so hard on myself.

Later in the day, my person and his friend and I all had class at the same time, so we quickly packed up our lunch and were heading on our way. I told them I'll walk with them since I'm going to class as well and it was on the way to their class. I actually was looking forward to having their company to class for a change, since it's very rare that our class times coincide. Now what happened next, I'm afraid I will admit, really hurt me. They, knowing I was coming with them, knowing we're going in the same direction for the same time, decided to walk on along at their own merry pace, leaving me behind. I feigned childish offence hoping he would at least remember 'oh right, she can't walk as fast as we do' but, with or without that registering in his mind, they still, for the entire walk, stayed well ahead of me, despite stopping at times to make sure I was following, but never letting me reach their sides. It was barely a minute if so much, but it was so humiliating for me. I was so hurt and angry! Why would you leave me behind if you KNOW I'm walking with you guys? Why stop to show that you are aware that I'm straggling behind, but never once let me reach up to you? I felt so horrible and ashamed and belittled and inadequate and disappointed and angry and... hurt.

Of course I didn't say or do anything about it since I had to go in my class and they had to go to theirs. It just really hurt me. I don't think its even fathomable to others how aware I am of my own limitations and how  hard I try to integrate myself into the normal workings of things. I may appear normal and whatever, but I'm battling with chronic pain and trying my best to hide those manyyyy little things I just cannot do! Case in point - I cannot walk fast, so I walk slowly ... and people would just think I LIKE to walk slowly, that it's just my thing. But that's far from it... I walk slowly because each step I take is a painful task, I'm terribly weak and the movement in itself, is a limited one.

Anyways, in writing this, I realize that after that midday incident; I somehow managed to orchestrate my situation such that I didn't have to walk with anyone again. I either went alone, or didn't go at all. Such is the power of betrayed trust and being hurt. Even with something as seemingly silly as this, I've come to realize that I shouldn't have to keep proving myself to the world in trying to fit in anymore. So rather than trying to put myself through the pain of trying to keep up or the humiliation of being left behind, I may have to walk alone... though I don't want to. I really don't want to. If it's anyone, I wish he won't do this to me again (I don't know how to tell him)

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Tea and Books Reading Challenge


This challenge was inspired by C.S. Lewis' famous words, "You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me."

You better settle in with a large cup of tea, because in this challenge you will only get to read ... wait for it ... books with more than 700 pages. I'm deadly serious. We all have a few of those tomes on our shelves and somehow the amount of pages often prevents us from finally picking them up. You may choose novels only, no short story collections or anthologies, and in case you're trying a short cut by picking large print editions of a book, well I'm sorry, those do not qualify for this challenge! Let's battle those tomes that have been collecting dust on our shelves, so no re-reads, please!

2 Books - Chamomile Lover (this will be the one I'll try)

4 Books - Berry Tea Devotee

6 Books - Earl Grey Aficionado

8 or more Books - Sencha Connoisseur

To sign up, please read the general rules below! Then post about the challenge on your blog, including the button above, and don't forget to link back to the Tea & Books Reading Challenge page on my blog!


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RULES
Anyone may join. Just leave a comment below with the following info:
Name / Blog (if you have one) / Chosen Level

I'll comprise a list with everyone and add it to this page!

Updates on the challenge will be posted on a regular basis and you may then comment with your own progress.

The challenge will take place between January 1st and December 31st 2012.

You can join any time between now and early 2012.

You have to pick a level, though you may "upgrade" to the next one at any time. In this case just drop me a line, so I can change your previous level.

You don't need to list your books ahead of time, though I won't object if you do. I'm definitely curious about your book choices for these challenges.

The books you choose may crossover into other challenges.

Both physical and eBooks are allowed, though personally I feel that especially the Tea & Books Reading Challenge is more fun with real books.

Reviews of the books read are not mandatory.

To sign up: Click ME!

Believe in Love


Friday, January 13, 2012

"When I try to analyze my own cravings, motives, actions and so forth, I surrender to a sort of retrospective imagination which feeds the analytic faculty with boundless alternatives and which causes each visualized route to fork and re-fork without end in the maddeningly complex prospect of my past."
- Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

The Last Apprentice (Book Review)

Name: The Last Apprentice: Revenge of the Witch by Joseph Delaney
Date: 11.01.12

Hmmm where do I start? I decided to give this book a shot, since I had per-ordered it and got it free. It looked pretty interesting and the reviews were promising. I eventually dived head on and got sucked in. The writing is easy and flows well. It's the First person POV, in the voice of the young protagonist Tom, therefore it is pretty easy to read for a child. The story was good but something was lacking. Every buildup ended on a rather dull crescendo, but it did nonetheless, grip the reader all the way. It IS too scary for the younger spectrum age group, I have to admit that much. As an adult I find some of the things highly disturbing, worst yet for a child. Age is subjective though, so in all fairness, it should be okay for the slightly older ones. 

The one thing that soured this book for me, was a somewhat misogynist undertone. I was actually sad that it changed my feelings about the book as I read on, because I really wanted to totally love it! But there were some instances where it was not even subtle enough to get lost in the riveting reading itself. Suffice to say, I do believe that the series is promising and it is an entertaining read. There is room for improvement in character & plot development. I think the author got a bit sloppy with the story's linkages and tie ins and of course, in the 'sexist' commentary. I know the roles of men and women are indeed based on some reality, but it should not be so blatantly put forward in such an accepted way in a novel that's targeted at children.

Monday, January 09, 2012

This sickness

It's pulling me in again...
My loyalties are flying everywhere, bouncing off the walls, leaving splatters of blood, leaking in my brain.

It's gripping me from the inside...
I trust no one; all sense of love and care smashes to the floor bleeding into every uncertainty in my heart.

Plans be gone! Go away friends! Leave me alone relations!
It's not like I need to make it happen anyway, I'm abandoned all the same
Nothing really matters right now, just this vice on my mind, shattering my sanity and letting it ooze ... away

Sunday, January 08, 2012

Why?

Why?? Why why why? Whyyyyyy! Why ma? Whyyyyyy did you have to die?? Why like that? Why sooooo soon? Why now?! I need you Ma!! :'(


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Friday, January 06, 2012

Dark Sessions

Dark Sessions - Couldn't help but be captivated by this picture. You can see the blogger's complete works from that session here: http://laperm.wordpress.com/2012/01/06/dark-sessions/

Tuesday, January 03, 2012

HATE me

Sometimes I really hate myself
I don't recall ever having so much self loathing earlier in my life.
I hate myself so much sometimes that I want to just get away from everything and everyone. I want to jump on a plane and go somewhere where no one knows me and nobody cares and there is nobody for me to disappoint or hurt, except myself.
I hate myself so much sometimes because I feel betrayed and alone and I start hating everyone! And then I hate myself for feeling that way. I miss everyone so much that I start hating them and myself. I feel so unbelievably HOPELESS! An absolute failure as a person. I hurt everyone who loves me and everyone hurts me. Life is full of pain and disappointment. Where did that happy me go? I love life and I love the world, yet now I hate me! Wtf is wrong with me?! WHY do I feel this way, so STRONGLY! It's irrational, but so god damn real! *sighs*