Life is full of surprises.. Today down with a slight flu, but enough to make me tired and draggy. Was still managing my stuff as usual and finally left office at 5.30pm with closing.. Dragged myself off the bus stop to realise the 177 was going up the slope.. #%$&*^&*% but I look at the crowd waiting for the one and only bus up the hill.. I also sian diaox.. 75 bus stop and 75 came.. go and slept...
Awoke near Great World. Surprise came here, the bus reach at Outram MRT station like the whole bus empty. Left only 1 girl sitting infront. She looked lost. I was so tempted to use "you know where u going or not?" as a starter, but figured it out it's dumb. LOL. So as i got up, I realise there's another girl infront. Faints* She smiled at me. Kindly funny.. but well, both also pretty. So, all the effort of dragging myself walk like the distance of 4 bus stops was worth that? My flu got better with the bit of rest i caught on the bus. What a way to spend surprise really =.-
I still need to rest. Somehow today is my only rest day..thurs band stuff, friday Seehui, sat Bros, sunday band and probably the cycle starts again.
Today.. suddenly had the heart to piano, is it that my emotions needed repairing? Why the detached feeling from me is now gone.. I have such a strong fill to slash out all the things in my piano.. Piano is 1 thing. Another thing is my future. Part of this links up to my ytd thoughts.. I have interest in anime becoz of my trait in creativity, yet I'm into music. Secondary is economics which I've thought of it. Mainly is teaching. Coming to almost this crossroad, I did asked myself in 10 years time, would you want to be a teacher? Yes I would say, but being a teacher would lend me anywhere? Probably I know this is part of goals setting.. Time to open up the topics which I've been avoiding in me? I juz scared that interest clashes sometimes.
Let's finish up yesterday's thoughts on animation & joanne.
["Don't you tink that it's better for both of us not to be together?"
That phase, that place rolled up into a arrow and pierced the throbbing heart bounded together in chains.
As if the heart was made of glass, the huge shattering of the impact showed a large hole in the heart.
The surrounding walls gave way and creaked, looking as if the creaks were trying to escape out of the entire glass heart. Within the next beat, the awfully creaked scarred heart shattered and dropped in large shimmering pieces to the bottom of the pit. The penetrated arrow disappeared into thin air, but leaving behind a dark coat of blackish liquid flowing from where the whole heart was originally held. As pieces of the heart fell with the black liquid raining on them, the chains held in place were moving. Moving downwards as if some invisible force has tore it from it's grip on the heart.
The chains fell alongside with the disintegrating heart, the heart is free at last. Freed in pieces and never to be held together the same once more. As the shimmering pieces fell and crashed heavily to the pit's floor, they disperse into smaller pieces. Those shimmering pieces which contained memories together, happiness, sadness and all the emotions were now torn. Drenched with the black erasing liquid left from the arrow, these shiny and colourful pieces dissolves to dull and hard patches. The chain which now rests at the pit disappears from the erosion of the black liquid, freeing the mind of the "bound" to a girl forever, yet there is no sense of joy from freedom. Nor happiness or anything worth celebrating for. There was no feel, except a huge overwhelm of pain, no numbness. The now left memory pieces pricked the nerves and blood streams, as though they were being freed, pieced these areas trying to get out.
It only meant the user was in great depths of pain and only to realise.. it's too numb to feel that tears actually were rolling out of his eyes.
It wasn't over, for not all the pieces are changed to patches. They would look like plastics waiting to be buried, and hoping to be degradable to patches soon. A wishful thinking all along.. what more hurts than the best memories held together.]
I tink it sounds messy, but I'm not a good writer. Maybe if it was out in animation it'll probably be very nice.
After writing the above long paragraph, it's already 11.10pm. I should rest. Calling off tomorrow's meeting and stay at home to rest, probably focusing abit here and there. I need to clean my flute.
I muz learn how to smile more and b more positive.
No, it's call laughing at everything that happened, instead of stressing over them.
I shall go rest then.
