almost lover;

I skimmed through old LJ posts today and - honestly? - was impressed with my younger self's verbosity and eloquence. And then ashamed, because writing for the sake of writing, indulging and luxuriating in nuance and wonder and wit and the power of imagination, is something I no longer do. I debated incoherently internally with myself before deciding to write this, just because I wasn't sure if I still had the words. And I actually don't.

Don't get me wrong, I still love reading, and I always will. But I no longer read as much as I used to, and as much as I'd like to place the blame on school and life in general, the truth is that I've become lazy. Too lazy to leaf through pages when a video can tell me so much more in so much less time; too lazy to read books when trashy gossip sites titillate with the immediacy of soundbites and scandals.

And writing. Is something I no longer do. Last semester, I had to write two essays on Grecian plays; nebulous ideas and fragments refused to coalesce into coherent thought. Words no longer flowed. The life that I now lead has no call for poetic phrases (nor notions); no need for eloquence. My writing is now reduced to equations and bullet points; charm, romance, sensuality count for little to nothing.

This decision may yet change, because God knows I'm whimsical at best and flaky at worst, but I do want to try my hand at writing (and reading!) again. Random oneshots, resuming fics, whatever. Maybe even resurrecting this LJ just to freshen the stagnancy and get back in the game. Time I started whipping my mind into shape.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

- T. S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

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ETA: In virtual news, I wrote a oneshot ficlet fairly recently; perhaps a hint of the writing drought coming to an end? Finding myself more into Classical Music of late :3

(If you cared, you'd read this post, because I unlocked it for you.) I forgive, but I'll never forget.

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ETA: Omg it's been a flippin' year since I've updated my Shinkumi fic! D:

JIHOO FANGUSH *_*

No seriously, he looks better and better every time I see him.

Pw is frying my brain.

ETA: And how am I supposed to continue writing TxT Hanadan fic when Ji Hoo has totally converted me to RxT!

DOES THE GUY CIRCLED LOOK LIKE audjoker OR DOES HE LOOK LIKE audjoker!



I just couldn't resist not sharing :D

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In other news, my life is pretty much headed for a nosedive down a cliff. Nothing new.

So. The birthday's officially over. Pretty uneventful and terribly draining, seeing as how I was out doing math with sundaysanity instead of actually celebrating like most normal people would do -.-

Nevertheless, I want to thank all the people who wished my happy birthday/got me presents and just brightened up my day :D So here goes. (Hopefully I don't miss anyone out.) I love you guys ♥

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I was really feeling rather pleased today, seeing as how I seemed to have accomplished pretty much (by my standards). Till I learnt that Rafa and Roger crashed out of Montreal Masters.

Not to mention that Rafa might lose his No. 2 ranking to Murray, if Murray reaches the finals.

Freaks. It isn't FAIR. That Rafa should fall two ranks down within such a short span, especially since his knees have yet to fully heal. Talk about kicking a man when he's down >:|

I miss Rafa dominating the courts, and I really hope he makes it for US Open. I haven't been the most ardent of fans recently, but I truly do love Rafa and his tennis ♥

AND. On to the ranting.

I can't believe Roger fell to bloody @#$%^&*( Tsonga, of all people. I've never liked Tsonga, and I make no secret about that fact. Ever since he appeared as a dark horse in last year's Australian Open and defeated Rafa, I've disliked him. I started detesting him when he snubbed bluepolkadott when she asked him for an autograph at the airport.

Normally, I wouldn't care much if Roger lost - I'm no great Federer fan, clearly. But Tsonga just grates on my nerves, with his smug face and inexplicably superior attitude.

Basically, all I'm trying to say is that I HATE TSONGA.

Okay, end of rant.

On a side note, Facebook is screwed up and totally pissing me off.



I just realized I have a photo of Rafa's ass. Mmmmyeah :D I feel like a perv saying that. Maybe I should change my tennis icon to that *_*

BECAUSE I FOUND AN AWESOME BUNCH OF GAY FUNNY HARRY POTTER VIDEOS.












The videos lessened my stress considerably. I so need to find the soundtrack of Gay Boyfriend :D

Your Feet Say You're Flexible

You are more expressive than most people. You let everyone know how you're feeling - the good, the bad, and the ugly. You are a very passionate person. You are highly charged and easily inspired. You are an assertive person at times. You'll pull out all the stops to get what you want, if it's worth it. You don't fall in love easily. It's hard for you to connect to people, and you don't have many attachments. You are not afraid of anything. You are brave and courageous, even when most people would be terrified. You are very practical and down to earth. You're more concerned with action than thoughts. You are very spoiled. You don't work unless you have to, and you love to be waited on. You are easily influenced by other people. You're quite impressionable, so you should only be around people who are a good influence.

Stumbled on this on my f-list. To quote disfigureddream : crazy accurate.

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And on to life! Or lack thereof.

Saturday was probably the most fun I've had for a very long time. For once, everyone could make it, and that made it all the more awesome. Almost a throwback to 4faith days. The photos say it all.





Sunday was studying with Thalia at Marina Square's Gloria Jean's. Not many hours put in, but pretty solid, if I do say so myself. About 3 hours, then it was off to fancy high-end, out-of-budget stores for Lester's present. Which turned out quite a hoot. I'm not going to spill the beans, seeing as how I'll be giving him the present tomorrow. But I think one day I'll probably look back and reminisce over old photos and think: omg I can't believe I did such crazily mortifying things.

And I don't really know why I'm lj-ing now when there's a physics exam coming up tomorrow that I have to urgently cram for. That's poor time management (aka me) for you :/

So as incoherent and disjointed as this post may seem, I'll have to end here by saying that I seriously love all my friends. You guys are awesome ♥

Because I figured it's time for an update. Dad's email added laughter to my of-late terribly dismal life.


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