~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. :'(

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?

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~!

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.

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...

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.

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.

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...

You are Form 3, Unicorn: The Innocent.

"And The Unicorn knew she wasn't meant to
go into the Dark Wood. Disregarding the advice
given to her by the spirits, Unicorn went
inside and bled silver blood.. For her
misdeed, the world knew evil."

Some examples of the Unicorn Form are Eve
(Christian) and Pandora (Greek).
The Unicorn is associated with the concept of
innocence, the number 3, and the element of
water.
Her sign is the twilight sun.

As a member of Form 3, you are a curious
individual. You are drawn to new things and
become fascinated with ideas you've never come
in contact with before. Some people may say
you are too nosey, but it's only because you
like getting to the bottom of things and
solving them. Unicorns are the best friends to
have because they are inquisitive.


Which Mythological Form Are You?
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