String from your tether unwinds

"Together, they would watch everything that was so carefully planned to collapse,

and they would smile at the beauty of destruction."

-Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

In-betweeners

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There's only so many words that we can say

Spoken upon long-distance melody

There's really no way to reach me-

I'm already gone.

(Vienna by The Fray)

It's cold. Even if it's not.

Brave enough?

"Peacock" by Katy Perry is so catchy and addictive for all the wrong reasons.

Grrawr.

That's the first word [sound?] that comes to mind.

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Not emboldened

Created for a place

I've never known

(This Is Home by Switchfoot)

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A write-off?

I think I may be a part of some warped, newfangled reality show where they shower contestants with compliments and accolades and wait for it to go their heads.

Yes, that's the only plausible explanation.

Larger than lifesize

Do you ever get the feeling that we started in the middle

or have you ever had the sense that we've been lying just a little?

I mean, come on, it's not like we've known ourselves that long.

(Tracing by John Mayer)

To view some of my compositions, go to:

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晴の日にも 、雨の日にも

On the 97th floor, overlooking

Tokyo

(Set Yourself On Fire by Stars)

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P.S: Satoshi Tajiri is alive.

Fyeah Pikachu. C:

Here goes nothing.

A little something I wrote recently, entitled:

"The Intruder"

We’d always visit the same derelict café, on the corner of first and Amistad- Siobhan, Alexei, Donatello and I. We’d sit for hours, sipping our cinnamon lattes, ruminating over the world’s bizarre humor that it brought our quartet together.

Maybe it was a combination of my pennilessness and search for purpose in life that made me do what I did- it was also my profession. One dusky morning at the café, Siobhan strode towards us, seemingly purposeful and positively effervescent. She said- “Here’s the POA, guys.” I looked at her quizzically- there was never an agenda. Siobhan had invites for an exclusive gallery opening at the Opasnyh Studio. None of us were contemporary art aficionados but the exclusivity of it all made it the most coveted event of the entire year. Secretly we all hoped to have our faces printed in the local newspaper so we’d finally have something to write home about. So that night, we set out for the opening with a colleague of mine. Like the meaning of her Vietnamese name, Bian was a rather secretive girl- as her occupation demanded. On our way to the opening, Bian received calls from Diabolos, the domineering boss of the Izmaylovskaya gang of the Russian Mafia whom as spies, we were in the process of declaring a truce with. As his final request, Diabolos wanted Bian and I to annihilate everybody present at the opening.

As I surveyed the gallery, I saw Bian inconspicuously signaling to a man in a grey suit and a tie the colour of amethyst- Diabolos. He had that unmistakable magnesium powder burn on the side of his neck, embossed with his signature stare. His words from our last encounter stung like the icy Siberian wind- “Building relationships will only weaken your objectivity, you should always be an impostor- the phoenix must burn to emerge”. But I was no phoenix and my friends didn’t deserve to die. I whipped out my pistol and shot Diabolos in the chest. But there was one thing that he was right about- I must remain the impostor. And with that thought in mind, I escaped through the backdoor to another city of starry-eyed idealism. I’d be someplace different, sipping coffee with an alternative quartet. A new beginning but once again, I was the intruder.

x---x

Oh joy, it's Valentine's

Yeah I'm sorry too but sorry ain't cutting it

I feel violated by those saccharinely sweet greeting cards, redundant red roses and pink balloons. Hallmark must have had a gala time today. Also, I think my iTunes knows that it's Valentine's or something. Creepily enough, it's playing songs with cheesy-ass buzzwords.

Oh did I mention, I HATE VALENTINE'S DAY. Thank the gods[not you, Cupid] that it's over.

Until next year, peeps. For now, it's Valentine's Day by Linkin Park on repeat...

Whizzing past

Listen to all the translations

Of the stories across the sky

We drew our own constellations

(Constellations by Jack Johnson)

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So it's February. The really frigid bit is over. BUT (yes, there is one), there's that cold wave yet to hit. Pack woolens back into mothball-ridden luggage? Nope, SAVE THEM FOR THE WAVE.

Apart from that, everything's just quite peachy at present. Emphasis on at present.

Somehow, contentment doesn't translate well into interesting blogposts. Well, whaddaya know.

-The world's always surprising me.

You're gonna catch a cold from the ice inside your soul. Or the general coldness.

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first celebrate/the flowers in your heart/confined in winter

[It's just cold. My fingers are frozen. I'm going to stop typing now. =.=]

And in the end dreams just scatter and fall, like rain

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This math isn't nonsensical.

x

Falalala-lala-la-LA

NOW you tell me.

-.-

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Air raid

And you think compassion's a flaw

And you'll never let it show

And you're sure you're hurt in a way

That no one will ever know.

(Robot Boy by Linkin Park off of A Thousand Suns)

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A skeleton that's hiding in your closet

And I never wanted anything from you

Except everything you had

and what was left after that too,oh

(Dog Days Are Over by Florence + the Machine)

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*chuckle*

x

I'm sorry, but it's true.

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"People lie to you with polite conversation then when they finally show themselves to you, you realize that you spent all that time with a stranger."

-Loker from 'Lie To Me'

...

My. Thoughts. EXACTLY.

Loker just paraphrased.

Standing on the rooftops, everybody scream your heart out.

Will we make a mark, this time?

Will we always say we tried?

(Rooftops by Lostprophets)

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Quite confuzzled

Just when I had you off my head;

Your voice comes thrashing wildly through my quiet bed

(All We Ever Do Is Say Goodbye by John Mayer)

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You move slow like daytime drama, you do.

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I've been feeling UBER sluggish lately. Hence the lack of new posts.

Do I have to get into work mode again?

DO I REALLY? :|

I will get a truckload of work done.

Nada.

I will wake up early.

Nada.

I will multi-task.

Nada.

I will not get distracted.

MAJOR NADA.

I can't believe it's been nearly a week since I haven't even stepped out of the house! I mean, not even my terrace! I've been boarding up the windows with cushions.

TOO MUCH SUNLIGHT.

* shrivels and turns to dust a la vampire *

Not that I'm much of a winter person, though. Can't we just have some temperate, mild weather? Would it kill the sun to just dial back on the shiny-ness?

Oh and 10.10.10 :)

kthnxbye

Now the rain is just washing you

out of my hair

and

out of my mind

(Remembering Sunday by All Time Low)

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