Aye. Time. Seems like there is not enough of it to in around these days. I will update this blog once a week for those who still come here. But no promises. I've my own life to lead too. Hmm, what can i say? Stuff of dreams. Darned ink in the pen is running out again. *mutters darkly*
-Alson
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Lemme see.. Yeah. Raindrops right?
Composer: Alson
Typist: MingKang
RAINDROPS.
A solid gray state of unchanging matter washed across the sky.
It had been like that for the past few days, with only short periods of muted sunlight wavering its way past the grey ceiling. Some places were starting to flood or already flooded. The amount of water was too much for the town’s drainage system to handle.
Taking shelter in a pavilion on a spot of low ground in the park was starting to seem like a bad idea.
“Now what?” my younger brother said, his tone dripping with barely concealed disdain. “Genius?”
I struggled to place my feet in a more comfortable position, for the fact that we were huddle on the small table. The water was already knee deep and it was rising rapidly. Neither of us, I believed, wanted to leave this little island and wade out into the rain. On the other hand, staying here until the sea of water resided was not a sustainable idea too, not with a cranky brother trying to push you off the table and into the water.
I growled and placed my feet where I had taken them from, after finding no suitable area to rest them on. To my annoyance, that space was already occupied by Jin’s hand. “Move aside.”
“Not until you tell me what you plan to do. Not sitting here like an idiot, I – ow!” Apparently, sharp stamp with my heel was all that I needed to persuade him into silence and shift his hand away, albeit with him muttering threats of some horrible retribution that I would certainly suffer once we were ‘out of here’.
To tell the truth, I had absolutely no idea how we were going to extricate ourselves from this mess. Being the elder as I was, however, I was obliged to do something.
And something was what I did.
“We’re going to sit out the rain and see how it goes.”
“Brilliant idea Diane! Now, why did I think of that? Hmm…” Jin pretended to ponder for a moment, “PROBABLY BECAUSE THE WATER IS ABOUT TO ENGULF THE TABLE!?”
The yell, or scream, or what one decided to call it, ended on a high note and the murky water submerged the last traces of the chair I had been resting my shoes on. I snatched them away hurriedly, not wanting to become wetter than they already were. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Jin doing the same; probably the cause of the high-pitched whine.
I probably should have noticed the mud on the seats when we first came in, but then again, could you really have blamed me? The rain was already falling hard at that time, each meteor crashing painfully on exposed skin. A gift from the heavens, I thought sarcastically.
“Diane! Your shoes –“
I snapped around immediately, expecting to see one of my articles floating, or sinking, into the murky depths that surrounded us.
“– Are wetting my shorts!”
So that was what he had called me for. By now, I was quite ready to slam one of my dirty, wet, maybe slightly smelly shoes into my moaning brother’s face.
A brilliant flash. A bolt of pure energy.The deafening crack of the whip came, nearly simultaneously with its physical partner.
Jin jumped, as high as I ever saw him go.
He is one of the few brave souls whom I know to be able to stay in a supposedly haunted house alone for a night just to get the kick out of it. There were only two things he feared, namely fruits with seeds (because he had choked on one when he was younger) and lightning.There was no particular reason to fear lightning. Reason and logic dictated that the only time one should fear it was when one was the tallest object for miles around.
But fear did not need a reason. Nor logic. You just felt it, that urge to run, move, cower. I smelt his fear wafting from him, betraying his innermost thoughts. The loss of his pompous attitude was immediate as his hand found my wrist. It was sweaty.
“Dy?” Jin uses ‘Dy’ whenever he wanted a favour from me or an intimate talk.“Yes?” I replied.
“My friend says that lightning can travel through water. Can it?”
I glanced at him. His small and now frightened face. I sometimes could forget that he was only eleven, a year’s time and he would be learning about electricity.
But young as he was, I did not wish to burden him with thoughts of electrons and protons.
“Dy? It… It can’t hit us here, right?”
I looked into his face, suddenly tired. I could, of course, take my revenge by scaring him. But then, the thought passed only with the brightest of moments; it being slammed to oblivion by the greater, damned sense of sisterly duty.
“No Jin, it can’t.”
-End
Composer: Alson
Typist: MingKang
RAINDROPS.
A solid gray state of unchanging matter washed across the sky.
It had been like that for the past few days, with only short periods of muted sunlight wavering its way past the grey ceiling. Some places were starting to flood or already flooded. The amount of water was too much for the town’s drainage system to handle.
Taking shelter in a pavilion on a spot of low ground in the park was starting to seem like a bad idea.
“Now what?” my younger brother said, his tone dripping with barely concealed disdain. “Genius?”
I struggled to place my feet in a more comfortable position, for the fact that we were huddle on the small table. The water was already knee deep and it was rising rapidly. Neither of us, I believed, wanted to leave this little island and wade out into the rain. On the other hand, staying here until the sea of water resided was not a sustainable idea too, not with a cranky brother trying to push you off the table and into the water.
I growled and placed my feet where I had taken them from, after finding no suitable area to rest them on. To my annoyance, that space was already occupied by Jin’s hand. “Move aside.”
“Not until you tell me what you plan to do. Not sitting here like an idiot, I – ow!” Apparently, sharp stamp with my heel was all that I needed to persuade him into silence and shift his hand away, albeit with him muttering threats of some horrible retribution that I would certainly suffer once we were ‘out of here’.
To tell the truth, I had absolutely no idea how we were going to extricate ourselves from this mess. Being the elder as I was, however, I was obliged to do something.
And something was what I did.
“We’re going to sit out the rain and see how it goes.”
“Brilliant idea Diane! Now, why did I think of that? Hmm…” Jin pretended to ponder for a moment, “PROBABLY BECAUSE THE WATER IS ABOUT TO ENGULF THE TABLE!?”
The yell, or scream, or what one decided to call it, ended on a high note and the murky water submerged the last traces of the chair I had been resting my shoes on. I snatched them away hurriedly, not wanting to become wetter than they already were. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Jin doing the same; probably the cause of the high-pitched whine.
I probably should have noticed the mud on the seats when we first came in, but then again, could you really have blamed me? The rain was already falling hard at that time, each meteor crashing painfully on exposed skin. A gift from the heavens, I thought sarcastically.
“Diane! Your shoes –“
I snapped around immediately, expecting to see one of my articles floating, or sinking, into the murky depths that surrounded us.
“– Are wetting my shorts!”
So that was what he had called me for. By now, I was quite ready to slam one of my dirty, wet, maybe slightly smelly shoes into my moaning brother’s face.
A brilliant flash. A bolt of pure energy.The deafening crack of the whip came, nearly simultaneously with its physical partner.
Jin jumped, as high as I ever saw him go.
He is one of the few brave souls whom I know to be able to stay in a supposedly haunted house alone for a night just to get the kick out of it. There were only two things he feared, namely fruits with seeds (because he had choked on one when he was younger) and lightning.There was no particular reason to fear lightning. Reason and logic dictated that the only time one should fear it was when one was the tallest object for miles around.
But fear did not need a reason. Nor logic. You just felt it, that urge to run, move, cower. I smelt his fear wafting from him, betraying his innermost thoughts. The loss of his pompous attitude was immediate as his hand found my wrist. It was sweaty.
“Dy?” Jin uses ‘Dy’ whenever he wanted a favour from me or an intimate talk.“Yes?” I replied.
“My friend says that lightning can travel through water. Can it?”
I glanced at him. His small and now frightened face. I sometimes could forget that he was only eleven, a year’s time and he would be learning about electricity.
But young as he was, I did not wish to burden him with thoughts of electrons and protons.
“Dy? It… It can’t hit us here, right?”
I looked into his face, suddenly tired. I could, of course, take my revenge by scaring him. But then, the thought passed only with the brightest of moments; it being slammed to oblivion by the greater, damned sense of sisterly duty.
“No Jin, it can’t.”
-End
Friday, January 23, 2009
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Cackle.. Could anyone have thought. Fear of skin. Roll over to javier's blog if ya don't know what i'm talking about. Skin? Man, so you're gonna scratch yourself till you have no skin left? What about the fear of gravity? Now that just seems pure weird. How can you fear something which has an effect everywhere? I suppose it is the fear of falling objects(javier, error..). Heck, i'll fear falling objects as well, who doesn't? Sheesh.. But mayhap it be a fear of an object falling, like if i dropped a pen from waist level. (come to think of it, i'll dear dropping my pen too, cause it would mean a dollar wasted if the pen choose so to land on its nib)
We all have a fear of something. Time to conquer it.
Noo! Don't drop it! Agh..
-Alson
We all have a fear of something. Time to conquer it.
Noo! Don't drop it! Agh..
-Alson
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
In the darkness shadows lurk,
paths of darkness, overhanging.
Twine, ivy and stone. Slashes, cuts, trips.
Blood.
But push yourself up again.
Never regret, never fear.
For what doesn't kill you,
Makes you stronger.
-Alson
In the light, the guiding sphere,
one you shall see, one you shall follow,
from the screaming knifes in the darkness below.
paths of darkness, overhanging.
Twine, ivy and stone. Slashes, cuts, trips.
Blood.
But push yourself up again.
Never regret, never fear.
For what doesn't kill you,
Makes you stronger.
-Alson
In the light, the guiding sphere,
one you shall see, one you shall follow,
from the screaming knifes in the darkness below.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
"Believe not in the power of tears, for they work not."
Saying so, why do we cry? Its because of frustration.
We get frustrated as we can't do something, or anything. We would very much want to do it, but everytime we try, we are denied. Think, about those times you cried, they have the root of frustration do they not? Thus so, comes them tears.
-Alson
"..there is no such thing as no time, its because you do not have it as a priority"
Saying so, why do we cry? Its because of frustration.
We get frustrated as we can't do something, or anything. We would very much want to do it, but everytime we try, we are denied. Think, about those times you cried, they have the root of frustration do they not? Thus so, comes them tears.
-Alson
"..there is no such thing as no time, its because you do not have it as a priority"
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Well, I suppose with the school starting up and all, I really shouldn't have much time blogging, but yes, today i managed to complete early and thus am able to do this, although I suspect it would not be before long that I log off.
The workload is showing signs of a sudden increase, although the teachers are nice enough not to demolish our spirits so soon. Like Gaza. Hell, with all those missiles flying here and there, who's gonna profit? No one, game theory my friends. The more you bash the serpant, the more heads it grows to bite you back. Nor shooting into another's territory and potentially cutting off your food supplies. No, if everyone sat down and started talking like civilised people should, then maybe the conflict would be solved won't it? No, if you start to slap me, man, I'll slap you back. In the end, those two would look like children with puffed up cheeks, each not better than before.
Humanity is such an interesting specimen to study don't you think?
-Alson
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
A little about myself. Hectic days, aye, not a one that is wasted. Time waits naught for man, nay, it runs, always faster that we can catch it. Like a shadow, no matter how hard or fast we run, it will still escape our grasp. But say, if you slow down. Yes! Slow down, it will too, slow down. Friend, slow down and see the sights and time will too.
-Alson
-Alson
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Have people no time anymore?
Just a moment ago, i awoke to a dream. Not a nasty one, nor a particularly nice one either. But what happened later was what that triggered this post.
I logged onto msn, meaning to speak to someone about my rather illogical dream. Surprise, surprise, i found my helmsman there. However, after a quick chat, he promptly went back to his game and placed a 'busy' sign above his head. I was left wondering what i had said wrong. What i'm trying to say here is that has technology progressed till a stage where we have barely enough time to talk to people whom we consider friends? Or is it just that people are just too easily distracted? Often, i find myself comparing people to Sparky. She has scant little distractions, except writing, but still, she takes up time to talk to me about anything under the sun, from cat hair, to video games. Also, she never uses video games as an excuse to escape a conversation. Or anything for that matter, our conversations are never forced and are long and varied. Aye, comparing her again..
I need a journal.
-Alson.
I logged onto msn, meaning to speak to someone about my rather illogical dream. Surprise, surprise, i found my helmsman there. However, after a quick chat, he promptly went back to his game and placed a 'busy' sign above his head. I was left wondering what i had said wrong. What i'm trying to say here is that has technology progressed till a stage where we have barely enough time to talk to people whom we consider friends? Or is it just that people are just too easily distracted? Often, i find myself comparing people to Sparky. She has scant little distractions, except writing, but still, she takes up time to talk to me about anything under the sun, from cat hair, to video games. Also, she never uses video games as an excuse to escape a conversation. Or anything for that matter, our conversations are never forced and are long and varied. Aye, comparing her again..
I need a journal.
-Alson.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
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