yellow leaf’s Neighborhood

Signed up for NaNoWriMo.

It is amazing how seeing "NaNoWriMo loves xaralind" in the subject line makes me want to cry.

To hear "I love you" from a stranger is amazing, when sometimes it seems so hard to find love in your own family. You know it's there, of course, but just -- that it's so hard to tangibly pick it up and go "yes I know they love me" and feel loved.

Because more often than not, they break your heart.

I wish I could tangibly put my hand on love and clutch it to my chest and never let it go.

I don't hate you.

I wish there was a pill that I could swallow, that'd make the world bright. 

no one remembers you 

沉睡了千年的身体
从腐枝枯叶里苏醒
是夜莺凄凉的叹息
解开咒语

遗忘的剑被谁封印
追随着箫声和马蹄
找到你

最光荣的牺牲 是英雄的宿命
挥剑的瞬间心却在哭泣

生是为了证明 爱存在的痕迹
火燃烧后更伟大的生命
杀是为了歌颂 破灭前的壮丽
夜是狼深邃眼睛
孤独等待黎明

看不见未来和过去
分不清生死的差异
不带走喜悦或遗憾
离开这里

破晓和月牙在交替
我穿越过几个世纪
只为你

桃花瓣在飘零 这悲凉的风景
长袖挥不去一生刀光剑影

生是为了证明 爱存在的痕迹
火燃烧后更伟大的生命
杀是为了歌颂 破灭前的壮丽
夜是狼深邃眼睛
孤独等待黎明

我是否已经注定
这流离的宿命
我残破的羽翼
直到你
是你让我找回自己

生是为了证明 爱存在的痕迹
火燃烧后更伟大的生命
杀是为了歌颂 破灭前的壮丽
夜是狼深邃眼睛
孤独等待黎明
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My Chinese was much better when I was in P5 to P6 - I understood this song much more easily, I think? Gah, the shame. x) Prizes to those who remember where the song is from - I expect Jing Hui to know..? Haha, hopefully. This was from the first drama I watched online, ahead of time, even though it was showing on TV.

"when you are
feeling low

I will be there
to feel you up"

- A Softer World: 373

IS THAT NOT THE FUNNIEST THING YOU HAVE EVER READ.

A Softer World is this webcomic by Emily Horne and Joey Comeau. It is quite possibly one of the best things on the internet. This week, at least.

(Huiran, this is the comic I recced you but forgot the title of!)

Since we've started this post with an awesome thing let's fill it with awesome things. I had a sandwich and a cherry tomato today. Cherry tomatoes make me a cheery tomato.

And also,

ANI DIFRANCO LIVE IN SINGAPORE

Greenhorn Productions presents ANI DIFRANCO live for the very first time in Singapore on 10 Feb 2009 at the Esplanade Theatre.

DATE
10 Feb 2009
Tue, 8:00PM

DURATION
Approx 1 Hr 30 Mins

VENUE
Esplanade Theatre

TICKET PRICE (Exclude Booking Fee)
Standard - S$148, S$118, S$88, S$68

Please add to above price $3 Booking Fee per ticket for tickets above $20 and $1 Booking Fee per ticket for tickets $20 and below. Charges include GST where applicable.

Using Vox as a noticeboard: WHO'S IN? I'm in. I'm so in. I don't care it's a Tuesday night Ani is not something to be missed. Here. This will convince you. It will be the best ten minutes of your life. Listen closely.

2008 has become a number. I heard the sound when the fireworks went. I couldn't see the sparks so I shut my eyes and pressed them and pretended.

I think I burnt my tongue but I don't know when. It tastes tangy and a little bit painful.

Oh no. I haven't done a lick of work.

It hurts when I shake my head. Slosh goes the brain. Smells like shampoo. Good thing Joy didn't drop me all the way ey thanks. Oh and Lorraine for buying the coke. And getting the bag. I didn't use it after all. Guess there wasn't anything to throw up.

The lady told me not to drink in the store. I would have died laughing if my head didn't hurt so much.

Lots of stuff has happened lately. Wuhbuhd, band camp, perc stuff. Ah, stuff. Stuffing. I'm kind of like stuffing. When people see me poking out their teddy bears they go eeeee and throw them away. Uh. I take that back I'm kind of not like stuffing. I just do the poking and they go eeeee.

The other day Sheryl told me about not drinking stuff left out for too long since you don't know what's settled on it which made me think of clear glasses of green or amber or purple liquid with inch thick layers of dust on top. I would like to see that. And maybe photograph it. And perhaps see what would happen if I tried to vacuum it.

I think I'll go to bed.

good morning january

goodby

goodby

There are so many things to write about, people to love, events to enthuse over. I'm lazy so I guess brief mentions will have to do.

First up: SAY IT AIN'T SO, 213! I realize this may be inappropriate as quite a number weren’t at the class chalet, but the line taken on its own still works, doesn’t it? Slimology was a blast, I LOVE THEATRE. It was one of the few times I actually had to take responsibility for the class; hope I didn't screw it up too bad. Thanks for the effort, guys.

Emceeing with Celine, hooray partner! Did you know that MC actually stands for Master of Ceremonies? We are happy campy babes with important-sounding titles.

Following, RE:ACT! Group 3 love!; also, the LASALLE Creative Cubers! Hooray for the fabulousness that is our corny pick up lines; I shall not demonstrate.

In other news, I'm victoriaoil on LJ now, 'cause Shao reminded me it existed.

I AM HAPPY!

Today I was cheerful worried bored sad amused annoyed hysterical sad annoyed anguished angry sad wistful disappointed sad, but right now I am a happy girl.

Real life shit later. Right now, I have my Sleepwalk and Erlie Gray + honey and I am going to read. Then I shall go to sleep and I better have a bloody good dream tonight.

FAIL!

Let's fail! Let's eat out of a pail! Let's kick a chick and lick a brick and smash the Holy Grail! Jesus will be angry, and surely your mom too! But Mother Mary Forgives All so just do what you do!

[Edit: Okay, I just came back here for a moment and misread brick. So in case you did too: It's Not What You're Thinking.]

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You're not allowed to do that! And you're not allowed to do that either! In fact, you may as well just slice your hands right off from the sheer lack of things you're allowed to do - wait, you're no-

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Mr Lee: "So I probably shouldn't be saying that all your hard work, everything you've done this past year is going to culminate in the next straight week of tests, right? Everything you've been working for... !"

Us: "Thanks."

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Last.Fm is great for finding new artistes! I have no idea how this evaded my attention until now. Sondre Lerche, Kate Nash, Kimya Dawson, Ani DiFranco! As if I haven't got enough music on my wishlist.

my war paint is sharpie ink and I'll show you how much my shit stinks
and ask you what you think because your thoughts and words are powerful
they think we're disposable, well both my thumbs opposable
are spelled out on a double word and triple letter score

we won't stop until somebody calls the cops and even then
we'll start again and just pretend that
nothing ever happened