An Unfounded Lament and An Unpublished Story

Despite my lamenting about the departure of my Yang muse, I have managed to write a story.

I am rather proud.

Sadly, I am too paranoid to post it... it reveals too much, I think. I feel I must confer with my elders before I post the whole thing.

Whoever said that 'writing can be cleansing for the soul' deserves a cookie.

But here's a tidbit anyway: (This may be edited for future purposes)

Chelsea was well prepared for moments like this. Granted, this was extremely unexpected of her, what with her reputation. She wasn’t a straight ‘A’ student, but she was definitely miles above average. She was always cheerful and polite to everyone, and always did her best.

But sometimes, she felt the need to slack off.

She always got away with it. She had an ability to always produce a perfectly flawless excuse, all thanks to her fantastic imagination and shrewd brain. And given her clean record, the teachers never second-guessed her… never even batted an eyelash.

Lying came easily to her. At least, in most situations.

Her planned excuse for today was, “I have a doctor’s appointment.” And she said just that.

“The bus to town stops on the other side of the street.”

Lying through her teeth was easy. She was good at this... In most situations.

She attempted to flash a sheepish grin. “I was thinking of dropping off my bag first. It’s no fun dragging around a heavy bag.”

He finally seemed satisfied with that. “Oh, I see.”

Chelsea’s inner self sighed with relief. That was close. Two more questions and she would have had to call Code I (‘I’ for improvisation). She rarely ever felt the need to call Code I so quickly. Making excuses was never this taxing. What made it so difficult now?

Never mind, she knew the answer to that.

Life Imitates Art

Let it be known...

I wasn't kidding about the whole "withdrawal symptoms" thing.

T_T

More Than One Word

Sometimes, one word is not enough.

Sometimes, no matter how strong that one word is, it still turns out insufficient.

Sometimes you just have to rant. Or at least, in my case, produce a post with enigmatic contents.

I've said it before, I say it again. FUCK!

Winter has come.

The second act of A Thousand Splendid Suns has begun.

The contained rage inside me has awakened. Soon it shall course through my system once again.

I have created a new playlist just for the occasion. It is called "Soothe the Rage".

They say grief has 5 stages:

• Denial
• Anger
• Bargaining
• Depression
• Acceptance

Denial is a river in Egypt. Once again, I am currently drowning in it.

The threats still stand. I will destroy you, one way or another.
Then again, the passive side of my personality might come out again.
You should be thankful for that.
More often than not, my rage is directed towards myself instead.

I find that eloquence has left me today. Quite natural, seeing as my Yang* muse has now left.
("Yang" in the context of Yin and Yang. Yin, the dark side, Yang, the light side. My muse of light.)

There will be no quotes today, just an unfinished poem I wrote some time ago.
It doesn't even have a title.

Added to this fucking incident, my blood sugar seems to be extremely low at the moment.

So fuck it all, I'm going to eat.

...

Winter is nearing
Snowflakes shall soon fall
Covering, separating
The flower from The Sun

Cold and obstructing
Cruel layer of white
...
Unbearable absence
...
Occasional glimpses
From when the wind
Lifts the snow and
parts the gray clouds

The flower's core
May very well wilt

Cherish every ray
Cram every memory
Of The Sun's light
Into it's stock and store

Of course it was never
Ever meant to be
The Sun resides in its heaven
And the flower on its earth

But the flower will wait
Perhaps someday, with
the aid of the caring wind
Seeds may travel
The flower may live in a place
Where there is no snow

Someday the oppressing
winter will end
And the flower will then feel
The light of The Sun again

[PS: I know I've ripped the shite out of emos in the past, but fuck it. I find that this song sums up how I feel quite accurately.]

[EDIT Feb 3 2009: Blasted copyright laws! Replaced the video though...]

Im Not Okay (I Promise) - My Chemical Romance

One Word.

FUCK!

Love Song

[EDITED 21/01/09: I have imeem now, and it looks so much cooler.]

In lieu of my delayed New Year's post, I give you this.

One of the points in my Resolutions list is that "I will write more". And yet I have not finished the aforementioned post. Even my diary remains untouched. But do not blame me. Blame the things around me that were shiny enough to hold my undivided attention for hours on end. Blame The Thirteenth Tale in particular. What with it being so interesting and beautifully written - it captured me - ensnared me. I have been kept prisoner by its spell... for a couple of hours... So yes. I did not update.

There's a whole laundry list of things to blame, but there's really no point in enumerating said things.

Enjoy.

Love Song - Sara Bareilles

Promise me that you'll leave the light on
To help me see with daylight, my guide, gone
'Cause I believe there's a way you can love me
Because I say
I won't write you a love song
'Cause you asked for it
'Cause you need one, you see
- Love Song, Sara Bareilles

Oh, and Happy New Year.

[PS: I've posted this version and not the original music video for a simple reason. The original video cannot be embedded. Wankers.] [READ SHORT NOTE ABOVE]