2004/01/29

~twirl~

. . .Gahh... Two different people (both named Alex) are commenting... makes it confuuusing for me... :'(

Abstinence

. . .No Toronto for me this weekend. I've been treating this place (my UW apartment) like a shoddy hotel, and it sorta shows... I'm hoping to actually clean up this place and live up to my reputation of being immaculate.
. . .In other news, I am SO screwed for combinatorics. Sufficed to say, I [apparently] don't belong in math... ... and I can't believe that I haven't written in either my Chinese or Japanese blogs in ... well, forever! o_O I tried writing a poem in Chinese once... ... but I think that my chinese sucks so much that people'd only laugh and laugh and laugh at me. :'(

2004/01/28

Fallen Aristocracy

. . .And already can I see the ashes of the old world flow in the winds of change... Does my conservatism make me pretentious? The concept of classes (not to say that I encourage financial discrimination) doesn't seem to exist anymore either... ... where's the notion of servitude??
. . .This is either a sign of the people in this tri-city area, or of our society as a whole, but today's service at Tim Hortons was atrocious! "Hi," says I, "may I have a soup combo please."
"Wut?!" he grunts, in due savage manner.
"May I have a soup combo please," I repeat.
"wut do u want with dat?" the neanderthal manages to mumble. At this point, I was a bit put off; normally, one would then ask first what sort of bread I'd like (mini-bagette, etc.), then the type of drink, then the type of donut.
"sorry?" I ask politely, slightly surprised at this breech of protocol. Instead, this troglodyte rudely repeats himself in a louder coarse voice, "Wut do U want with Dat?"
Thankfully, another lady was there, who was obviously more experienced, and took down the rest of my order.
"$3.58 please," he manages to articulate. Noticing that my wallet was already heavy with change, I started to fish out the 58 cents which would accompany the $5-note. After about a good 15~30seconds of change-chasing, he manages to speak English yet again with "please please please", urging me to hurry up. The nerve of that peasant! N'er before have I ever experienced such poor service! In haste, I first gave him $5.38.
"Uhh... it's three FIFTY-eight," he says.
"Yah," I said, "If you weren't rushing me..."
"I wasn't rushing" he mumbles. I give him the remaining 20 cents and coldly pick up my food and walk straight out in icy anger.
... and now I'm blogging about it. =)
. . .Does that make me horribly conservative, pretentious, old-fashioned, or just prissy?

2004/01/22

Feral Amazon

. . .BLah! Grr... I was about to write another poem, but then my point wouldn't have gotten across to the general audience, or so it would appear from the desperate lack of comments on my poems... yarg... ... not like I should expect a society of literati in a place like Waterloo... ... Still, it'd be nice to see someone else reading a real book every once in a while...
. . .Lalala... ... ...Been thinking... again... the fun never stops... < metaphor starts here > Just lit a new candle... ... but I'm afraid that it's gonna be burnt out really soon cuz it instantly leapt into a blaze... ... meanwhile, realized that another lit candle was no candle at all... ... talk about a waste of flame, huh... ... Oh well... ... every once in a while one's life should endure some major restructuring. And I just took a big step for mine. Let the walls come crashing down, and let the sun shine in~!

2004/01/20

Myosotis

Oh Butterfly,
When you are near,
Your love and light
Oblit'rate my fear.
All alone I stood
Amidst the green
'Til you flew near
into my scene.
Ere you were here,
I lived in darkness;
Your beautiful wings
saved me from lifelessness.
My days were dark
Ere your radiance shone,
Basking in your light
My troubles were forgo'n.
Oh, why is it that
I'm tethered here,
While you're free to fly
hither and thither.
A cyclone strikes
Our forbidden love,
Tearing you apart
From our impossible love.
Away you're thrown
far from my side,
N'er again to glance
upon my side.
Our days were few,
Our love was strong,
Cherishing you in heart
Shall I hope to carry on.
The air turns cold
and my leaves turn dry,
My time draws nigh,
Long I to see my butterfly.
I slumber now, under
A blanket of frost,
So numb from cold
Have I love lost.
Fly not here,
there's naught but death.
Embrace the light
But Forget me not.

2004/01/19

Frenzy!

. . .So busy... Oh, so ever so busy... Jörick's busy too... what's up with that? Can't believe we still ended up spending the entire weekend together... haha... it was fun. We even got studying done too!! (can you believe it?!) But as soon as I opened my mouth, we ended up talking again... which was somewhat deterring from the study effort. I managed to cram a month's worth of German this weekend... Guess I should write an essay or short story to make sure I *really* learned all that stuff... =)
. . .I'm guessing from the total lack of response that poetry isn't terribly exciting for most of my friends... :'( Oh well... Not like I'll have time for poetry anyways... Let the German math times come on! Whee...

2004/01/18

Fate Unbounded

Two eras; one mind,
Two worlds; one soul.
One sun, one moon;
The Light and Shadow.
A foreign face
Yet familiar feel,
Forever from each other
Are they concealed.
For a lifetime they've searched,
But never have they found
The window through which
Their destinies are bound.
One night in a dream,
Saw one of the other
Pleasant conversation they shared
Disappeared in a feather.
Equipped now with Chaos,
They break through the order
Which Fate had surplanted
To avoid all disaster.
At long last they meet,
For the first but yet twice,
Neither recalling his dream
They engage as if thrice
Times were they introduced,
And yet couldst they not
Resist the familiar feeling
That they met up a lot.
With a spark of Chaos,
Was all fate subdued,
Forever are their lives
Entwined in Starlight-blue.

2004/01/14

The Blind Seer

Two friends there once was,
one far and one near.
Kindred spirits they shared,
Opposing forms they were.
Through Heaven and Hell
traversed them all,
Paradise and Perdition
Both have echoed to their call.
The Adventure has ended
but not the journey of life,
One looks ahead with grin
while the other looks down in strife.
Both have a coloured history
containing remorse and glee
But while one is tethered by her past
the other sky-soars free.
He flies down and offers to break
the chains which bind his "one".
She recoils to his touch and tries
To shield herself from the sun.
To him the world is a pasture,
with grass, tree, sun and cloud.
To her the cloud casts shadows,
A trap to snare and shroud.
Captured in this shadow,
she hears nothing of his myrth
As in her eyes she sees only
the cause of Agony's birth.
He tries again to talk to her,
Happy reveries of past,
But all she sees is a flame
of hope which will n'er last.
With resignation leaves
the friend with a heavy heart,
for he could not pass on ken
that a simple smile was ought
All one needed to live,
the love of Him who all
describe as Heavenly Father,
the sight of which did fall.
Downcast and ever still,
She sits in crimson shade
Barely noticing her past friend
Flying light-ward fade.
Now sits she alone
in a sea of agony
n'er again to laugh,
nor ever to flee.
Alone and "left behind",
she refuses to get up and walk,
for the shadow sits heavily
on her saddened heart.

From the sky looks he at her,
rememb'ring times of past,
Knowing n'er will she now
Break free from eternal fast
Of Life.

2004/01/13

Forever Falling

The lyrical myrth of the sprites
do not reach my ears, as I
sit silently while the world shatters around me.
That which once was holy and indivisible,
close and dear to my heart
Now lies within the ashes
as fragmented shards,
Forever irreplacable.
The invading Holy army of the
Kingdom in the sky echoes with
its eternal song of absolution.
The aether trembles with
the might and majesty of their reign.
The tears of heaven rain down
and like spears, each pierce
my heart.
Bound by the chains of man
I sit caged like a helpless animal.
Heaven weeps so much
its tears are lined with blood.
The fiery rays of God
hail down and consume
my cage in an inferno.
The earth crumbles
beneath my feet,
opening to an endless abyss.
A bird born in a cage
does not know how to fly.
~Forever Falling~

Should be Studying...

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You are Form 3, Unicorn: The Innocent.

"And The Unicorn knew she wasn't meant to
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Some examples of the Unicorn Form are Eve
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The Unicorn is associated with the concept of
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Her sign is the twilight sun.

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2004/01/12

Ich müsse studieren Deutsch

. . .Yes, gotta study German... I get to write a story in 15-20 sentences... ... using the "narrative past" which apparently is different from the "conversational past". So it's kinda like learning the past tense of verbs after learning the past participles. (And no, that doesn't make it any easier. German conjugation is still stressful.)

So ehh...

. . .Apparently, I didn't get to study all that German that I was hoping to this weekend... On the plus side, I met this cool character; friend of a friend. =) He has such a cool name too! =D Aanyways...
. . .Two people sleeping over right now. Whee!

2004/01/09

Bibliophile

. . .Ah, yes, I admit it! I'm a bibliophile. Hehehe... Went with my roommate yesterday to Chapters and got three novels! Apparently, hard-covers are always waaaay more expensive than paper-back... ... and yes, I learned this the hard way. T_T
. . .What are the three books, you ask? The King's Touch by Jude Morgan, The Peppered Moth by Margaret Drabble and One Hundred Million Hearts by Kerri Sakamoto. Whee!
. . .And while we're on the topic of language and literature, I'm thinking of taking German 202 this term... that'll be fun. So now I'll get to work hard in both Multivariable calc (which I'm able to follow so far), Intro to Combinatorics (which I'm not so crystal-clear) AND intermediate German (for which I'm gonna have to make up the prereq. for). haha. Fun times! Who says education can't be fun. And by, will I ever get that colourful degree. LoL...

2004/01/07

White

. . .Whether I'm currently freakishly pale due to a lack of sunlight, staying in-doors for too long, fatigue, hunger or otherwise, it was somewhat startling to see my own reflection in the mirror. I think the sudden change in the weight of my hair required less blood to support it, so all the blood has now drained from my face. Haha. Though that would also explain why most guys with long hair have horrible acne. *shudders* Thank God I'm not mentally categorized into that demographic anymore. ^___^
. . .Meanwhile, I'm still delaying the continuation/completion of my two poems... I've barely remember the first poem, and I gotta dig up my quick notes for the second one... Hrrmm...
. . .And it's snowing outside. The cold is unsettlling. Percy Bysshe Shelley is very cool. I wish I were a supernatural nine-tailed fox. Haha... As if that would solve any problems.. LoL

2004/01/06

Winter

...It's cold outside, a snow kind of atmosphere,
...I'm all alone, more or less.
...Let me fly far away from here!
...Far, far, far in the sun, sun, sun~
...I want to lie, ship-wrecked and comatose,
...Drinking fresh mango juice.
...Goldfish are nibbling at my toes!
...Fun, fun, fun in the sun, sun, sun~


. . .First verse from the theme song to RedDwarf. And how fitting it is to describe today's weather. It's sadistically cold outside... ... As if God had to balance out the summer with this winter...
. . .Apparently, there's a chance that I might not get into that CS course... which is a bit of a mixed blessing. I really don't want to take that course. But at the same time, I need it if I want to graduate with a BMath. *sighs* And yes, the weather is quite bitter. Good thing I like chili... Mmmm... Had Tim Hortons Chili combo for lunch today. That was fun. Spilled hot chocolate on my good, favourite, expensive coat. That was even more fun.

2004/01/04

Death

. . .So, I'm back at the graveyard. Surprise! My housemates are ok, so my initial assessment is a delightfully neutral home situation.
. . .Being a bit anti-social right now; housemates are making cookies, entertaining guests and watching a movie while I'm sitting alone in my room, typing this blog entry. Can't say I'm terribly happy at the moment...

2004/01/03

Decisions

. . .K, I'm decided. I'm gonna just bring a mattress instead of a proper bed -- I'll sleep Japanese style... ... and leave an extra shelf for my family at home. (i.e. the frame of the top bunk -- bunkbed.) So that also lightens the load that I'll be bringing with me to UW. Still gotta figure out which classes I want to take exactly. There's three (math) that I can't take quite yet. And I'm not sure if I'm prepared to take CS 133... or CS132... it's just... not mentally prepared.. haha... T_T
. . .Gotta find a bookshelf for Waterloo... and next term, gotta find an apartment... then move the piano from Toronto... that'll be fun. Packing clothes and books right now... Whee... No, not sad... just busy. Very busy. And possibly a little tired. haha...

2004/01/02

Flutter

. . .So at (almost) the most last possible moment I found a place to stay at UW. For a good price. And I get the master bedroom! Whee... But I don't really have any furniture of my own. And I'm not able to register into the classes for some reason.
. . .And I'm forced to drop IS. So it's pretty much been 2 terms of "play"... Which means I'll graduate at a normal age... *sniff* But I've given up on the 2 PhD thing, so I guess I can now father at 25. Though I still need a wife to have that happen...
. . .But she's probably taken... or other disinterested. *sighs* So much to stress about... Still can't find anything in this place... Quite frustrating...

Bloodlines

. . .N'er before have I been summoned before... ...at least, not to the remaining elders. The clan had suffered a lot by now. The indignation of having our name defaced in the ashes of war, the utter shame and humiliation of having to marry off our daughters to barbarian husbands.
. . .Barbarians... What could they possibly understand of us. We come from a proud and long family line, with a rich history, and refined culture. Barbarians... bringing half-breeds into our clan. How dare they defile our bloodline!
. . .But no, I must calm myself. I must organize my thoughts. The elders would be greatly displeased should my ken disturb the aether. I quell my quarrelling aura ere I present myself to the council.
. . .The ethereal experience was ineffible. Their ken was so much greater than mine that it was quite suffocating in that room. I only hoped that when I became their age my ken could hope to equal theirs.

2004/01/01

Oh yah...

Happy New Years

Why

. . ."Why are we here? What's life all about? Is God really real, or is there some doubt?" -- Monty Python.
. . .Why do we think when we'd rather be sleeping? Why do some things matter to us while they don't matter to others? Why are first impressions so deep and irreplacable? Why the need for perfection? Why am I here? Why am I unhappy? Why am I satisfied? Why can't I attain perfection? Why do I enjoy 'cultured' activities? Why isn't being cultured enough for certain family members? Why does the concept of family have to run so strong? Why is blood thicker than water? Why is water the source of life? Why do we live?
. . .Why is it ok to mentally dismiss someone, but unforgivable to be mentally dismissed? Why is the world a cold and cruel place? Why is an intellect frowned upon in modern society? Why can't I grow up? Why am I stuck? Why do I enjoy the company of some who speak little and yet dislike the company of those who speak lots? Why is the world shattering? Why do I like foxes? Why don't I feel myself truely different from my childhood self-projection? Why can't I tolerate gaucherie and bluntness? Why is older better?

. . .A flood of crystal scream forth from two red moons.
. . .A silent but noble white rose is crushed by a pair of ice-cold talons.
. . .The Aether shatters into a field of chaotic space.
. . .A pig is skinned alive under the pale white moon.
. . .A white fox twitches its tail within the thicket.


. . . . . .~fly~.