a recording and a musing.

Will this 'eye candy' make up for it?
Last I talked to you, it was Nov 20.
Oh how the time flies, does it not?
Or maybe it's due to the fact I feel less than inspired to write,
both here and in my novel.
My almost finished, so close but yet so far written sentiment.

To put it simply, I find it better to put my thoughts to words
after reading a thoughtful musing, or maybe coming across
a photo that speaks so much by using only so little.
There's an art to it, a skill, perhaps
by communicating using different means other than words.
However, not all have mastered this useful skill
and some of us are left to express ourselves in a way which we only know best.
I digress.

To be honest, I don't really have much to say.
Not a topic to talk about, nor a lovely (in my opinion) story to share to you.
I just had an itch in my fingers that had to be relieved.
An itch to run them across the keyboard like I would on the piano.
Ah, the piano, how I wish I had the patience to master the works of the fine composers,
of whom, please rest in peace.

A recording of the time so far:
I've read a delightful novel based on the works of Austen,
this one by a lass named Alexandra Potter.
I'm in the midst of completing yet another Nancy Drew game
and trying to find more productive ways to spend my time.
I have been bombarded with constant questions about my pending future after high school.
And yes, I do tell you something about graphic design
and drop a few hints of uncertainty.
But to be honest, I'm pretty much uncertain.
I really don't know what life brings forth to me- excuse the cliche- but really, I don't.
And while I leave my mind to wander, I welcome any helpful suggestions.
Because, no, sometimes I don't think it's fun to not know.

Christmas is how many? weeks away and I've still not done the necessities yet.
I want Christmas treats and all the lovely, warm feeling that this
bitter and frosty weather brings.
But we don't always get what we want, now do we?

I bid you adieu, and a sincere apology if I had wasted your time.

Excerpt from Pigwidgeon's, because I think it complements my blog.

i like to write about things i don't understand, like love and loss. i like writing about gay people. i like writing about straight people. i like writing in the perspective of boys, and i like writing in the perspective of girls. i like writing in multiple perspectives.

i like to write soft-spoken, gentle characters but sometimes i foray into the minds of the rowdy. after a while, though, it stops mattering because the lines begin to blur and suddenly all my characters sound the same.

i like to use dependent clauses, and adverbs after synonyms of 'said'. i like to use ellipses. i like to ramble and contradict myself all in one paragraph.

i like writing. and i hope that i'm slowly making progress.


I have deep respect for one who writes well.
Be it par or better than he/she speaks,
a person with a good command of words will always stop me in my steps.
Like the quiet and socially awkward girl who hangs in the background,
she will amaze you with her rants and cries she posts onto the virtual world.
Her words, oh her words and how she strings them along to make this
beautiful and yet captivating piece of jewellery to adorn the literary world.

Nothing is more satisfying than producing a nice piece of writing where I have successfully,
in my own words, articulated myself.
I shall leave you with that and this question to ponder:
"How does one feel in love, but yet not have anyone to love?"

welcome the winter


Bare limbs, she said.
It makes her sound vulnerable and cold,
like the way the breeze blows in and welcomes the Autumn months to come.

It's cold, darling, I'd admit.
It's freezing.
The painful freezing where you can see your breath at every word
and feel the prickling coolness at the tip of your nose.
The kind that makes you wish for the warm crackle of the fire
and the delicious smell of pie wafting from the oven.

Cold, oh, so cold.
Both in personality and weather.
Beloved, I'd stay here and keep your hands warm...
But for now, I must depart.
Farewell, I bid you, my dear.
Please, fare well.

Sunday blues and some phlegm in between.


I like people with depth, I like people with emotion, I like people with a strong mind, an interesting mind, a twisted mind, and also someone that can make me smile.
Abbey Lee Kershaw

I am supposed to be writing my novel, but yet here I am blogging to the existence of the virtual world. Hello, world out there!

Things I've collected the past weeks:
- Interesting names (of one after a cold season; another of a girl from Charles Dickens' novel)
- Strange thoughts
- Face art tips

I'm currently in the mood for pie, any kind will do, sweet or savory. Pastry is crucial to me, a nice, crumbly and warm crust that falls apart in your mouth- mmm. Also a dark, melancholy movie, mixed with themes of love and life. Foreign films will be a bonus- I find reading subtitles engaging.

I should put that in a print ad. Hello hello hello! A person paging for a friend (or stranger) who enjoys the above like she does. No experience necessary.

Sigh, I am a sad soul.

// Austen, love, if you are reading this, let me just ask you one thing:
Are you back in homeland already? You sound sad and troubled. And skinny? I think.
Hope to hear from you soon!