30 December 2009: She lied, blatantly, about being out, un-alone. She had been walking, relentlessly, searching for a nice view, unpolluted, untainted. She’s easily weak lately, so she saw a nice high rock landing with a wide, wide view. Intruding into the privacy of a couple at the other end she didn’t care. This was how strangers treated each other, doing their own stuff in their own private bubble. Standing on the high rock landing, her view was only brooding sea, churning fierce waves and dark water. The solitary experience thrilled her, liberating her from her dangerous thoughts temporal. The hours unknowingly passed by, and so she sat by the sea like an impervious rock, rendered speechless by the sea waves splashing, forming the background music of her own music. She was thrilled by the strong winds, she wished they could take the bleakness out of her, and take her away. She would be going with the wind, gradually yet silently, but eventually gone. There would be peace in her mind, going in sync with the wind, waves, and huge sky. The sky was really big when she gazed up from there. And too was the ocean, so wide and expansive, she wondered if she could sink her thoughts in it. Yet, she could not escape noticing a dead fish floating from below, the dark and murky waters; the bleakness of it that parallels her own. If only someone would notice her, even the fishermen on the boat near didn’t give a damn about her. If only someone did, he would see a girl in black, an awkward figure on the high rock landing, gazing out into the infinitely boundless sea, rendered dumb, insensible, speechless. It wasn’t the norm for her to wear black, she hated the colour, it made her feel horrible. But it seemed perfect to wear the colour then.

Memories of places, of pieces of clothing, linger and haunt. Yet people say memories are bittersweet, but why? Is it because they know things that happened before, took place before, would not again? Or memories are poignant and beautiful, though they aren't everlasting? Maybe it is. Bittersweet because memories are poignant and beautiful, and they won't stay in our memory forever, they can’t stay in our memory forever; new experiences, time would erase them, gradually, unnoticeably, indefinitely. And what would happen to you?
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"He panicked: How will I remember everything about Elspeth? Now he was full of her smells, her voice, the hesitation on the telephone before she said his name, the way she moved when he made love to her...At this moment he knew everything he would ever know of Elspeth, and he urgently needed to stop time so that nothing could escape. But it was too late: he should have stopped when she did; now he was running past her, losing her. She was already fading. I should write it all down...but nothing would be adequate. Nothing I can write would bring her back."


"As each night passed he found it more difficult to evoke Marijke precisely. He panicked and pinned up dozens of photographs of her all over the flat. Somehow this only made things worse. His actual memories began to be replaced by the images; his wife, a whole human being, was turning into a collection of dyes on small white rectangles of paper. Even the photographs were not as intensely colourful as they had once been, he could see that. Washing them didn't help. Marijke was bleaching out of his memory. The harder he tried to keep her the faster she seemed to vanish."


" "Ye-es. I don't know. He seems to have stopped- that is, he's doing all the things one does, but there's no heart in him. I don't think he's even working on his thesis. He 's just not getting over her." "

-Quotes from Her Fearful Symmetry
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At times like these, I wished I had no heart to love, no, nothing. Nothing but blankness and peace.


Because I have to sleep over a silently-ravaged heart every night.

After looking at the photos, just realised that Prom Take #2 reminded me of Prom Take #1. Should have known after buying that dress from that same shop, it’s just karma. Well, for good or bad, it doesn’t matter. Lol. Anyways, was such a noob at clubbing. The music made my eardrums want to explode, the crazy dancing with sweat I just realised is disgusting, and I forgot about my phobia for crowds. The cherry and gin drink is still bitter, had a hangover after drinking really a bit of it. Noobzzzz. That is what my stupid brother would say to me, if he’s here now. Lol. Well, prom is subjective. Some would say it’s woah, others would say it’s dah. Something like that? Well, and I thought there would be ballroom dancing. Gah. Prom is such an ass. Enough of romanticism, serene classic night, prom, no more no more.

Today was a lovely, beautiful day. Clouds, breeze and peace. Little rain, drizzle, greenery. Had fun with lifesaving mates, which have not happened in a long time. No sun today, more clouds and cold water. Awesome screaming and thrill and peace in the water. Random talks and comfort. Splashing in the water and capsizing. Artificial downpours are great. A lil bonding here and there.

Tonight, is cold. The coldness is somewhat overwhelmingly cold. A bit too cold. Harsh, is the coldness. The airport’s ceiling design is dizzying, complicated, things running all over the place, mirroring the feelings of different people in the airport, haphazardness. The airport is too big suddenly, and the floor design is also dizzying, threatening to swallow and complicate. The moon tonight is hazy and blurred, glimmering from a place a bit too far away. The dark purple sky is solitary tonight, with tinges of pink.

And I’m left, and lost, not going anywhere, going nowhere.

If I’m lost for a day

Try to find me

If I don’t come back

Then I won’t look behind me

December is darkest, in June there’s the light

I dreamed I was dying as I so often do

And when I awoke I was sure it was true

I ran to the window, threw my head to the sky

And said whoever is up there, please don’t let me die

But I can’t live forever, I can’t always be

One day I’ll be sand on a beach by the sea

The pages keep turning, I mark off each day with a cross

And I’ll laugh about all that we’ve lost

Gosh, can’t believe I’m slowly, gradually, quickly becoming fascinated/thrilled/excited about a Korean character. Ting, it’s your fault!

Searched the bloody web for so long but I still can’t find a picture of him with his perfect sneer-turned-into-a-sexy-pout. –_- Seriously, this guy is different, different from the typical nice pretty boy. Which is more puzzling why he’s so fascinating.

Evil look that captured straight from the beginning.

=D intense look

scorn

brooding

Awesome pout. =DDDD

That soft side.

Awkward cuteness.

Closest to that interesting sneer, the one in green.

It’s something when guys sleep.

Cutesy sunshine! Knew he’s not that bad a character through and through.

P.S. Finally found it.

And some other awesome photos:

Awww. A virtual big big gigantic teddy bear monster hug to him. *refers to the tear-shine*