Sunday, February 26, 2012

Weight.





P.S. Okay, so I couldn't do it. The no-shampoo-and-soap thing. I tried. I tried so hard but I couldn't continue with it. Five days of not using shampoo really changed my hair texture. My mum said it looked healthier but the grease..there is only so much I can handle. I can feel the oil production on my scalp subsiding on day four but not enough to convince me to continue with it. However, showering without soap is easy. I guess I will continue with it. I feel like a failure. A complete failure. Guh, what can I do? I have the willpower of a raccoon. Ah, the shame!

Monday, February 20, 2012

Shelter.

I am going to try this because I can. The first few weeks will be the hardest because my body will be adjusting to the lack of chemicals on my body. I hope this works because hey, if cavemen are able to survive without shampoo and soap, why the fuck can't we?
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I don't usually leave my blog unattended for so many days but I've been finding it difficult to blog. I don't feel that familiar sensation when I open a blank page to spill everything out. Blogging feels like a chore. Words are not flowing out smoothly through my fingers. It's a jerky, uncomfortable process.

Today, I realised nature doesn't affect me the way it did anymore. I stopped catching myself looking at the skies for too long. I stopped inhaling everything good and exhaling everything bad out of my system whenever I'm in a park or when amongst trees or plants. I don't feel the unwanted weight being lifted off my body when I am surrounded by nature. I don't find myself anticipating evening walks in parks with music in my ears, as a form of temporary escapism.

After spending hours reading in my room today, I closed my book and I stared into space and it felt as if I didn't belong there; like, I was placed there. Everything in that room didn't seem to fit into the picture. Out of place. Mismatched.

I still don't feel lighter or better after typing all that. My eyes are zooming in and out of focus as I stare at the screen. Something is wrong here.

I'm supposed to be better. I'm not supposed to go through this stupid phase again.

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Dust.

"As the winter winds litter London with lonely hearts,
Oh, the warmth in your eyes swept me into your arms,
Was it love or fear of the cold that led us through the night?
For every kiss, your beauty trumped my doubt.

And my head told my heart,
"Let love grow"
But my heart told my head,
"This time, no,
This time, no."
Winter Winds ; Mumford and Sons

I wonder how it is so easy for some to get into and out of relationships. I hear how a handful of people can easily get back into the dating sphere weeks after they'd just ended a relationship. I'm not going to bring up the question of whether the previous relationship had any significance to them, based on their speed of recovery and wanting to find a new significant other to show their love to. The question in mind today is how their hearts can constantly take the beatings; how they can repeatedly risk their hearts for a relationship.

A romantic relationship is simple; you either end up getting married or breaking up. Nothing in between. 50/50. You would actually have the best odds if you were in a casino. Yet, a relationship is not something I would gamble on. I'm not trying to say that these people who have relationships love playing with their hearts and emotions. Good for you people who have good and happy relationships. I'm just not sure whether I respect these people who believe that love is the most important thing in life and will not stop at anything until they find it or doubt their sanity for allowing themselves to be so vulnerable to pain and misery. Let's face it, getting rejected after allowing another person to be part of your life pretty much fucking sucks. So, these people could either be really amazing or just plain silly.

I don't think I can allow myself to be in that position yet. The position where you bare your soul and heart to another person and just hope that he accepts you for who you are. It's too frightening to think about it right now but I know, at some point of my life, I will do it again and I hope I won't lose myself in the process. I guess that's why it's so much easier to have musician crushes because you can love them 100% without getting hurt. You love their music and they will love you back. Musicians risk their hearts by putting out songs that have sentimental values in it and you will have that connection with them when you can relate to their lyrics and music. They will love you regardless of age, skin tone and background because you have accepted them for who they are; flaws and all. They don't need to know us personally because we have already connected with each other at a very personal level; through the raw emotions in their lyrics and music. That's why I feel that musicians should be celebrated because they are one of the strongest people I know; they are willing to forego the conventional way of living by pursuing their passion for music and they bare their souls to everyone and thus, allowing every single person in the world to judge them.

But I digress. I can't say I've gone through enough relationships to say that love is worth it. I know a few who start relationships because they fear the cold; the loneliness. I've experienced many cold nights but it is not enough for me to enter into a relationship just to feel loved. I don't think I have a phobia for romantic relationships but to put yourself on a platter to be handed it to another person to decide if you're worth fighting for, that idea is too just too absurd for me right now.

"Remember spring swaps snow for leaves,
You'll be happy and wholesome again."
Winter Winds ; Mumford and Sons

Until spring comes, I will find comfort in music and friends.

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Enchanting.


  • about an hour ago
    Vanessa Pereira
    • BECAUSE SUPERNATURAL IS AMAZING AND BEAUTIFUL AND ALL ITS FANS ARE GORGEOUS, INTELLIGENT, WONDERFUL PEOPLE.
      AND I DON'T KNOW HOW CHEESY IT IS TO SAY THIS ABOUT A TV SHOW, BUT SPN WAS LIFE-CHANGING FOR ME. NOT TO MENTION IT GOT ME THROUGH THE TWO SHITTIEST YEARS OF MY LIFE TO DATE.
  • Vanessa Pereira                                                                                                                                  about an hour ago
    AND FUCK YEAH, IT MADE ME SOME NEW FRIENDS. *HUGS IN CAPSLOCK*

  • about an hour ago
    Sue Fyenn
    • :') I NEED TO GET THE BOXSETS SO I CAN WATCH THEM ANY TIME I WANT. FUCKING HELL. OKAY. THAT IS MY LIFE GOAL. OH GOSH. PLEASE LET ME MARRY AN SPN FANGUY OR SOMETHING.
    • OH MY GOSH I WANNA SEE CASTIEL AGAIN. "I AM THE ONE WHO DRAGGED YOU OUT OF HELL AND RAISED YOU FROM PERDITION." FUCK ME NOW CASTIEL.

  • about an hour ago
    Vanessa Pereira
    • RIGHT. RIGHT. GOD. I'VE MADE THAT LIFE GOAL SO MANY TIMES AND IT IS STILL UNFULFILLED. I NEED TO GET LIKE 10 HARD DRIVES AND FILL THEM ALL UP WITH SUPERNATURAL IN CASE ONE GETS LOST/CORRUPTED/BURNED/ETC.

      PLEASE LET ME MARRY....OH DAMN THEY'RE ALL MARRIED. PLEASE LET ME BE JENSEN'S KIDS' NANNY. OR SOMETHING. LIFE GOAL KAY, LIFE GOAL.

      HAHAHA THE ONLY GUY I KNOW WHO IS ACTUALLY *INTO* INTO SUPERNATURAL IS MY BROTHER. HE WAS TELLING ME THE OTHER DAY THAT SAM AND DEAN MAY JUST BE THE BEST TELEVISION CHARACTERS OF OUR GENERATION. AND OBVIOUSLY I AGREED. THE PLOT MAY GO TO FUCK, THE WRITING MAY GET SHODDY, BUT SAM AND DEAN HAVE ALWAYS, ALWAYS BEEN  (AND I SUSPECT SO MUCH OF THAT HAS TO DO WITH THE WAY J2 PLAY THEIR PARTS, AND THE CHEMISTRY).

      HNNNNGGGG CASTIEL. SHIT HOTDAMN THAT TRENCHCOAT IS PURE PORN. PORN I TELL YOU.

      "I DON'T UNDERSTAND THAT REFERENCE".

  • about an hour ago
    Vanessa Pereira
    • I WANT TO GODDAM FINISH THE EPIC SAM AND DEAN FANMIX I'VE BEEN SITTING ON SINCE LAST APRIL OR WHATEVER, BUT EVERY TIME I COME ACROSS A NEW SONG WITH THE *PERFECT* LYRICS OR A PRETTIER IMAGE TO USE FOR GRAPHICS I RE-ARRANGE THE WHOLE THING. THIS BETTER COME OUT A FUCKING MASTERPIECE OR I WILL BE VERY DISAPPOINTED IN MYSELF.

  • about an hour ago
    Sue Fyenn
    • HAHAHAHA I LOVE HOW EVERYTHING IS IN CAPS RIGHT NOW. IT HURTS MY EYES BUT DAMN IT, CAPS LOCKING IS THE ONLY WAY WE CAN EVER SHOW OUR PASSION FOR THIS SHOW. FUCKING HELL. I AM GONNA WORK AND GET ONE BOXSET AT A TIME YEAAHH.

      CAN I BE MISHA'S KIDS' NANNY? OH MY GOSH. I'LL EVEN WEAR THE HOUSE CLEANER'S OUTFIT OR SOMETHING AND TEMPT THAT MAN. GUHHHH.

      "YOU HAVE REACHED THE VOICEMAIL OF : WHAT? I DON'T UNDERSTAND. WHY DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY MY NAME? *PRESSES RANDOM NUMBERS*"

      DON'T WORRY. EVERYTHING WILL COME OUT FINE. JUST SHOW ME WHEN IT'S DONE OH MY HEART. I NEED SEASON SEVEN NOW.

  • about an hour ago
    Vanessa Pereira
    • FUCK YEAAAHHHHHHHHH! BOX SET! VIEWING PARTY! WOOO!

      I WANT TO BE MISHA'S PET. I JUST WANT TO BE AROUND HIM ALL THE TIME. GO WHEREVER HE GOES. TALK TO HIM EVERY DAY. HE'S SO FUCKING FASCINATING. AND SO SO SO HOT.
      AND IF THE RUMOURS THAT HE AND MRS.MISHA ARE INTO THREESOMES..WELL THEN. LET KINKY-TIMES COMMENCE!

      DO YOU THINK WE'LL BE ABLE TO ATTEND AN OVERSEAS CON BY THE TIME THIS SHOW WRAPS? *TWIDDLES FINGERS* IT WOULD BE AMAAAAAZING TO MEET ACTUAL SPN FANS AND MINGLE AND SHIT, FIRST OF ALL. I HOPE THEY KEEP HAVING CONS FOREVER AND EVER LONG AFTER SHOW ENDS. I DON'T EVEN CARE IF MISHA IS THE ONLY ONE WHO SHOWS UP. WHICH HE PROLLY WOULD BE.

      AHAHAHAHAHAHA.

      "I FOUND A LIQUOR STORE.
      AND I DRANK IT".

      I'M QUITE PROUD OF THE BITS I HAVE ALREADY FINISHED  IT'S IN A SPECIAL GIANT FOLDER FOR MY EYES ONLY AT THIS POINT.

  • 57 minutes ago
    Vanessa Pereira
    • I TRIED GETTING A COURSE MATE TO GET INTO SUPERNATURAL BECAUSE SHE'S A HUGE ANIME AND MANGA AND SCI-FI GEEK AND WE ALREADY LIKE A LOT OF THE SAME GEEKY THINGS (LOTR AND HP AND SHERLOCK AND SHIT) BUT SHE'S QUITE...MEH ABOUT THE WHOLE THING, ALTHOUGH SHE IS HOPELESSLY IN LOVE WITH DEAN BECAUSE LET'S FACE IT, WHO ISN'T???

  • 51 minutes ago
    Sue Fyenn
    • OH MY GOSH I DON'T MIND BEING A DECORATIVE ITEM IN HIS HOUSE. JUST STANDING THERE, WATCHING HIM EAT CEREALS AND WALKING AROUND IN HIS BOXERS. UNGGGGGGG.

      WE WILL BE SO OLD AND SHIT WE MUST. WE MUST ASK QUESTIONS. WE MUST MINGLE. WE MUST GET A MILKSHAKE DATE WITH MISHA. WE MUST WATCH J2 ACT DORKY ONSTAGE. OH MY GOSH I MUST GO TO A CON.

      "GOD IS NOT ON A FLAT BREAD IN MEXICO."

      I NEVER TRIED GETTING ANYONE INTO SPN. EXCEPT RAVIN. DIDN'T WORK ANYWAY HAHAHAHAHA. DUDE, GUYS *AND* GIRLS FANTASIZE ABOUT THAT MAN. HIS LIPS.

  • 44 minutes ago
    Vanessa Pereira
    • GUHHHH JENSEN. MY *MOTHER* MENTIONS HIS LIPS AT LEAST ONE DAY, DID I TELL YOU. DANGIT HE'S DELICIOUS. AND I ONLY NOTICED RECENTLY HOW HARD THEY WORK TO MAKE SURE JENSEN'S EYES CATCH THE LIGHT IN AS MANY SCENES AS POSSIBLE. AND YOU KNOW THE LIPS-SHOTS ARE AT LEAST 82% PURELY GRATUITOUS.

      WE *MUST*. AUSTRALIA WOULD BE NEAREST. HONESTLY THOUGH, EVEN WHEN THE CAST ARE DONE WITH IT, I REALLY HOPE THE FANS CARRY ON MEETING EACH OTHER ALL OVER THE WORLD IN CONS AND SHIT. THAT WOULD BE AMAZEBALLS.

      "YOU BREATHE WITH THE MOUTH OF A GOAT. IT'S FUNNIER IN ENOCHIAN".

  • 42 minutes ago
    Vanessa Pereira
    • YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW FUCKING LONELY IT WAS TO FANGIRL BEFORE YOU STARTED WATCHING. I COULD ONLY RELATE MY CASTIEL-FUCKING DESIRES TO MYSELF D:

  • 41 minutes ago
    Vanessa Pereira

  • 35 minutes ago
    Sue Fyenn
    • OH MY GOSH HIS EYES. YOU CAN SEE HIS EMOTIONS THROUGH HIS EYES. AND WHEN HE HAS THAT EYEDROPPER TEAR GOING ON.. *RUNS AND HUGS DEAN*..I AM HERE FOR YOU BABY. HE IS GORGEOUS.

      THERE'RE CONS IN AUSTRALIA? ZOMG I DIDN'T KNOW. WHAT FUCKERY IS THIS. AND THEY CAN'T EVEN BOTHER TO COME OVER HERE? OH I WANNA SEE THOSE FAN FICTION WRITERS AND TELL THEM THEY ROCK. SO FUCKING MUCH.

      "BUT TODAY, YOU'RE MY LITTLE BITCH."

      I CAN ACTUALLY IMAGINE HOW LONELY IT MUST HAVE FELT. MUST HAVE BEEN VERY HARD TO TRY TO CONTAIN YOUR LOVE FOR THIS SHOW. I MEAN, RIGHT NOW. I COULD JUST SCREAM AT SOMEONE NOW. "GET THE FUCK OFF YOUR ASS AND WATCH SPN NOW."

      I'M MORE FOCUSED ON DEAN THAN THE BABY. DEAN IN SUIT. NOMS.

  • 33 minutes ago
    Sue Fyenn
    • CAN I LIKE COPY AND PASTE THIS ONTO MY BLOG BECAUSE THIS IS TOO GOOD.
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And this is how I spent my night last night. There ain't stopping fangirls from fangirlling, yo.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Taking off.

Always traveling, never arriving.

I've been asked the same question many times. "Are you not going to work?"  And I keep using the same answer to satisfy them. "I will. Not yet, that's all." I wonder how they can constantly do it; using the present for the future. Work now to get more money later. Ace in exams to get a better job. Buy a house to prepare for a family life. They are always moving forward. But is this what life really is? The constant motion to feel like we're living a life? That if we stop for a moment, it is time wasted to make our lives better? 

I've been living a stagnant life, if that's what they call it nowadays. Not working, not having anything to do. Just lazing around the house, catching up on my reading, listening to music I have not listened to, watching movies I have been wanting to watch. Mostly, I stay at home to just recuperate from the years of having my energy and soul drained out by the education system. 13 years of memorize-regurgitate-repeat work. Frankly, it has been really traumatising for me to realise that I have been living the kind of life that I have been detesting. Stuck in motion without knowing the purpose. You just do it because you have to. I studied because I had to. No reasons. Full stop. 

Sometimes, I would just walk around a shopping mall alone to observe people around me. Forever moving from one end to another. Having things to do. Need to get a pair of shoes. Remember to get a packet of vegetables. A box of chocolate for a friend. A bottle of wine for that dinner. Always having something in their minds. Moving around mechanically. Humanoid robots.

Constant movement to no where. Always traveling, never arriving.