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Was out with Skyちゃん yesterday. ひさしぶりね! Bought the second volume of 「NANA」. We went to the Japanese restaurant at Meidi-ya to eat. (: The cakes there are すごく美味しい!! Especially the Scoop Short Cake. (: (Why is it called short cake anyway?) You can find the photos in my tuna.be folder. (*refer to side bar.) There was a very beautiful sunset when we walked home. (:

Exams were horrible. Ah. Someone buy me a lollipop. :(

-photo by sylvia.

the rainbow star

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alan cumming.


Do you remember this guy? Nightcrawler (played by Alan Cumming) who just disappeared off with X-2? After I finished X-Men 3, I asked, "WHERE IS NIGHTCRAWLER?!" How on earth could they not AT LEAST account for his disappearance.

Anyway. I discovered today, that he is an amazing guy in the arts and media industry. :D Recently, he played Macheath (oh my gosh and we're studying this play!) in The Threepenny Opera, which is based on Elizabeth Hauptmann’s German translation of John Gay's eighteenth-century The Beggar’s Opera:

And I nearly choked on my drink x) I had no idea he did Broadway. (While on this topic, the sequel to The Beggar's Opera, Polly, was banned from production by Prime Minister Robert Walpole because of the satirical comments shot at him xD)

Cumming has also played Fegan Floop in Spy Kids, Spy Kids 2 and Spy Kids 3-D. He also appeared in the 1995 production of Emma, based on the novel by Jane Austen, and has acted in The Dead Poets' Society as a film for BBC2.


On Hamlet:
Alan played the title role in Shakespeare's tragedy for the English Touring Theatre. The play toured England and ended up in London at the Donmar Warehouse. Alan won the Martini Rossi TMA award for Best Actor, and was also nominated for the Richard Burton Award at the Shakespeare Globe Awards. "This was a huge thing for me. I'd never really wanted to do Hamlet, and it only came about when Tilda Swinton pulled out of the planned production of Miss Julie that I was going to do with Steve Unwin (the director). It really changed my life. I don't think anyone can play Hamlet without him affecting you in a really primal way. The part deals with such universal and yet personal things: your relationship with your parents, dealing with the death of a parent (and as I felt it, dealing with the death of a parent you didn't like very much), wanting to get away from home and back to your friends, university and your own life, trying to cope with your girlfriend suddenly dumping you when you are feeling really low for no apparent reason - as well as some issues that thinking about or exploring even on a very superficial level can be incredibly upsetting and haunting, e.g. wondering whether or not to kill yourself, and how to deal with your father's ghost coming to you and telling you to avenge his death! But even though it was the biggest challenge of my life to play (and sustain playing) this part, I am so grateful to have had the chance, because it really did change my life. It also eventually made me feel much more relaxed about my work. I feel that if I die tomorrow then I will have done something I am truly proud of."

He has also appeared in various other Shakespearean plays including Romeo and Juliet, As You Like It, and Macbeth/Macbeth Posessed. Hey, he even played the role of PIP in the stage production of Great Expectations!

(Alan Cumming as Pip in Great Expectations.)

You know what. Most of all, I still want Nightcrawler back. :(

"Toward happiness you run
Through rain and snow and sleet,
But happiness will always run
Behind you in the street.
Yes, for human living,
Humans aren't smart enough.
So they don't know their striving
Will never be enough."
-quote from Roundabout Theatre Company's production of The Threepenny Opera.

"Life's a jest, and all things show it. I thought it once and now I know it."
-John Gay

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this is my tribute to...

To the clouds who watch over me
And let me go on adventures on their fluffy tops

Who remind me of my buddy Esther
I wonder if she's staring at the same sky as I am
Or while I am daydreaming
Is everyone else studying?

All I ever wanted to do
Was to sail on a cloud
Shaped like a walnut
Pure and free of all that mud.

It's unrealistic, yes
But that's what daydreams are here for. (:

I wake up to a full day of lecture notes after lecture notes
Makes it sound like they chase after each other
And Mr. Wonka next door, like a yellow daisy, goes,
"Good morning starshine, THE EARTH SAYS HELLO!"

We all need so much more colour in our lives
Won't you paint that rainbow with me?

ねぇ くるみ (hey walnut)
あれからは一度も涙は流してないよ (ever since then i haven't shed tears even once)
でも 本気で笑う事も少ない (but I've genuinely laughed many times)
(* This is from 'Kurumi' by Mr.CHILDREN.)

This is my tribute.
Tribute to the things that make life so happy
And problems seems so much simpler.

-photos by sylvia.

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little red polka-dots !


Vanessa posted a picture of a girl in a red dress with white polka dots, which reminded me of my childhood photo. And when I took it out, I kept whining to my dad, "Why did I grow so big?! I still want to wear that dress!" And my dad laughed at me. For growing bigger. Even when I'm no taller than 151cm.

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we'll sit and eat chocolate together (:


"This is my tribute to the nice girls. To the nice girls who are overlooked, who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions because it must be they that are doing something wrong.

This is for the girls who don't give it up on the first date, who don't want to play mind games, who provide a comforting hug and a supportive audience for a story they've heard a thousand times. This is for the girls who understand that they aren't perfect and that the guys they're interested in aren't either, for the girls who flirt and laugh and worry and obsess over the slightest glance, whisper, touch, because somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe... maybe this time he'll have understood.

This is an homage to the girls who laugh loud and often, who are comfortable in skirts and sweats and combat boots, who care more than they should for guys who don't deserve their attention. This is for those girls who have been in the trenches, who have watched other girls time and time again fake up and make up and fuck up the guys in their lives without saying a word.

This is for the girls who have been there from the beginning and have heard the trite words of advice, from "there are plenty of fish in the sea," to "time heals all wounds." This is to honor those girls who know that guys are just as scared as they are, who know that they deserve better, who are seeking to find it.

This is for the girls who have never been in love, but know that it's an experience that they don't want to miss out on. For the girls who have sought a night with friends and been greeted by a night of catcalling, rude comments and explicit invitations that they'd rather not have experienced.

This is for the girls who have spent their weekends sitting on the sidelines of a beer pong tournament or a case race, or playing Florence Nightingale for a vomiting guy friend or a comatose crush, who have received a drunk phone call just before dawn from someone who doesn't care enough to invite them over but is still willing to pass out in their bed.

This is for the girls who have left sad song lyrics in their away messages, who have tried to make someone understand through a subliminally appealing profile, who have time and time again dropped their male friend hint after hint after hint only to watch him chase after the first blonde girl in a skirt.

This is for the girls who have been told that they're too good or too smart or too pretty, who have been given compliments as a way of breaking off a relationship, who have ever been told they are only wanted as a friend.

This one's for the girls who you can take home to mom, but won't because it's easier to sleep with a whore than foster a relationship; this is for the girls who have been led on by words and kisses and touches, all of which were either only true for the moment, or never real to begin with.

This is for the girls who have allowed a guy into their head and heart and bed, only to discover that he's just not ready, he's just not over her, he's just not looking to be tied down; this is for the girls who believe the excuses because it's easier to believe that it's not that they don't want you, it's that they don't want anyone.

This is for the girls who have had their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone too cavalier to have cared in the first place; this is for the nights spent dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in his speech, for the nights when you've returned home alone, for the nights when you've seen from across the room him leaning a little too close, or standing a little too near, or talking a little too softly for the girl he's with to be a random hookup.

This is for the girls who have endured party after party in his presence, finally having realized that it wasn't that he didn't want a relationship: it was that he didn't want you.

I honor you for the night his dog died or his grandmother died or his little brother crashed his car and you held him, thinking that if you only comforted him just right, or said the right words, or rubbed his back in the right way then perhaps he'd realize what it was that he already had. This is for the night you realized that it would never happen, and the sunrise you saw the next morning after failing to sleep.

This is for the "I really like you, so let's still be friends" comment after you read more into a situation than he ever intended; this is for never realizing that when you choose friends, you seldom choose those which make you cry yourself to sleep.

This is for the hugs you've received from your female friends, for the nights they've reassured you that you are beautiful and intelligent and amazing and loyal and truly worthy of a great guy; this is for the despair you all felt as you sat in the aftermath of your tears, knowing that that night the only companionship you'd have was with a pillow and your teddy bear.

This is for the girls who have been used and abused, who have endured what he was giving because at least he was giving something; this is for the stupidity of the nights we've believed that something was better than nothing, though his something was nothing we'd have ever wanted.

This is for the girls who have been satisified with too little and who have learned never to expect anything more: for the girls who don't think that they deserve more, because they've been conditioned for so long to accept the scraps thrown to them by guys.

This is what I don't understand. Men sit and question and whine that girls are only attracted to the mean guys, the guys who berate them and belittle them and don't appreciate them and don't want them; who use them for sex and think of little else than where their next conquest will be made.

Men complain that they never meet nice girls, girls who are genuinely interested and compelling, who are intelligent and sweet and smart and beautiful; men despair that no good women want to share in their lives, that girls play mindgames, that girls love to keep them hanging.

Yet, men, I ask you: were you to meet one of these genuinely interested, thrillingly compelling, interesting and intelligent and sweet and beautiful and smart girls, were you to give her your number and wait for her to call... and if you were to receive a call from her the next day and she, in her truthful, loyal, intelligent and straightforward nice girl fashion, were to tell you that she finds you intriguing and attractive and interesting and worth her time and perhaps material from which she could fashion a boyfriend, would you or would you not immediately call your friends to tell them of the "stalker chick" you'd met the night prior, who called you and wore her heart on her sleeve and told the truth?

And would you, or would you not, refuse to make plans with her, speak with her, see her again, and once again return to the bar or club or party scene and search once more for this "nice girl" who you just cannot seem to find? Because therein lies the truth, guys: we nice girls are everywhere.

But you're not looking for a nice girl. You're not looking for someone genuinely interested in your intermural basketball game, or your anatomy midterm grade, or that argument you keep having with your father; you're looking for a quick fix, a night when you can pretend to have a connection with another human being which is just as disposable as the condom you were using during it.

So don't say you're on the lookout for nice girls, guys, when you pass us up on every step you take. Sometimes we go undercover; sometimes we go in disguise: sometimes when that girl in the low cut shirt or the too tight miniskirt won't answer your catcalls, sometimes you're looking at a nice girl in whore's clothing.

We might say we like the attention, we might blush and giggle and turn back to our friends, but we're all thinking the same thing: "This isn't me. Tomorrow morning, I'll be wearing a teeshirt and flannel shorts, I'll have slept alone and I'll be making my hungover best friend breakfast. See through the disguise. See me." You never do. Why? Because you only see the exterior, you only see the slutty girl who welcomes those advances.

You don't want the nice girl.. so don't say you're looking for a relationship: relationships take time and energy and intent, three things we're willing to extend -- but in return, we're looking for compassion and loyalty and trust, three things you never seem willing to express.

Maybe nice guys finish last, but in the race they're running they're chasing after the whores and the sluts and the easy-targets... the nice girls are waiting at the finish line with water and towels and a congradulatory hug (and yes, if she's a nice girl and she likes you, the sweatiness probably won't matter), hoping against hope that maybe you'll realize that they're the ones that you want at the end of that silly race.

So maybe it won't last forever. Maybe some of those guys in that race will turn in their running shoes and make their way to the concession stand where we're waiting; however, until that happens, we still have each other, that silly race to watch, and all the chocolate we can eat (because what's a concession stand at a race without some chocolate?)"

LOL. Got from Esther's blog, and I don't know where she got this from (edit: found the source.) xD The last paragraph makes me grin. (: Anyway I seriously am perfectly okay now. But this amused me x) It reminds me of the times my most adorable friends sat by me. I suppose friends are the best remedy in such a situation after all . :D

Maybe like Hachi, I took my time. But I'm happy to do so. (:
Everything about Hachi is reminding me of myself.

HERO - Mr.Children
(How can you not love Mr.Children's songs?)

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hey, walnut.


My new deviantID and photo (: LOL.
I haven't taken a photo of myself in ages x)

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『川の流れのように』 - 天童よしみ


This is from the 56th NHK 紅白歌合戦, 『川の流れのように』 (Kawa no Nagare No Youni) performed by 天童よしみ (Tendou Yoshimi), originally sung by 美空ひばり(Misora Hibari). She is one of the famous Enka singers in Japan. Yea, Sylvia secretly loves watching Enka performances. (But if I tell you now, it wouldn't be a secret anymore. ) The simplicity of their lyrics can actually bring across so much emotion Although the girls' team didn't win, it was a good four hours of songs anyway :D 天童さん got to perform as the last singer for her team, and SMAP for the male team, and it's always a great honour to be the last performer(s) of the team. The last performers are usually the famous enka singers, but because over the years SMAP has gained much influence, they got to perform last. :)

"The term enka refers to two different styles of Japanese music. The first is a traditional type of music from both the Meiji period (1868–1912) and the Taisho period (1912-1926). The second is a genre of melodramatic Japanese popular songs, which has been likened to American country music in terms of themes and audience. The term now usually refers to the latter.

The term enka (演歌 - from enzetsu public speech and ka song) originated in Meiji Japan. It began as a form of political dissent - speeches set to music to make them spread more easily - but quickly changed form. It was the first style to synthesize the Japanese pentatonic scale with Western harmonies.

In recent decades, enka music has declined both in sales and in recognition as American-like J-Pop music has become more popular. However, there are still many in Japan who like it. Its popularity among younger Japanese people has increased lately because of singer Kiyoshi Hikawa and the early solo releases of then-Morning Musume member Yuko Nakazawa. Enka singers, especially females, usually perform in a kimono.

Nods to traditional Japanese music are common in enka, usually in the form of an interlude featuring instruments like the shinobue and the shamisen. Besides television, enka can usually be heard in many restaurants and drinking establishments."


I am very amused by how Hikawa Kiyoshi (refer to extract above) dances on stage. xD

My dad is a fan of 北島三郎(Kitajima Saburo), so whenever I watch Kouhaku on TV and 北島三郎 appears, he just gets excited and exclaims, "北島三郎 ! 北島三郎 !" (We're just two little kids watching TV, you know. )

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"he is here."


The dark clouds come
And hovers over us all
The white city turns to grey
But after all the earth still moves
And as we turn
The storm clouds move in the other direction.
Hello to the sun. (:

Boo. I feel tired. I'm having a sudden craving for apple juice, natural or artificial. Someone send me a carton of fruit juice please!

I'm not sure where this path is leading to.

-photo by Sylvia.

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hitoto yo and hirai ken xD


Amusing things computers can do xD
I like this song (:

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くるみ - Mr. Children

Sweet. (:
Might we meet up like this and reunite when we grow old?
I love it when the vocalist hits the high notes.
Beautiful, beautiful Mr. Children PVs.
Have been addicted to PVs from Mr.Children, Southern All Stars and SPITZ recently. (:

ps: the guy in the white hoodie at the end of the PV is the real vocalist of Mr.Children xD

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How can I not buy this when it's so close to home? ね、ハチコ?

開け放して窓に 廻る乱舞のDEEP SKY
AH 仰いで...

「繰り返す日々に 何の意味があるの?」
AH 叫んで...
飛び出す GO
跳ね上げる PUDDLE

あの虹を渡って あの朝に帰りたい
あの夢を並べて 二人歩いた GLAMOROUS DAYS

「明け渡した愛に 何の価値もないの?」
AH 嘆いて...
吐き出す GO

あの星を集めて この胸に飾りたい
あの夢を繋いで 二人踊った GLAMOROUS DAYS


闇雲 消える FULL MOON
応えて 僕の声に

あの雲を払って 君の未来照らしたい
あの夢を抱えて 一人歩くよ GLORIOUS DAYS

あの虹を渡って あの朝に帰りたい
あの夢を並べて 二人歩いた GLAMOROUS DAYS


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passing memory.


when they're going away

simply remember that they were once beautiful

-photos by sylvia

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キラキラ - aiko

the song I used for the 'thanks for saving me' video was also by her. :)

makes me feel like going boat-rowing. (:
i'll probably drop into the water xD
It's really what kept me watching Ganbatte Ikimasshoi!
LOL. just to hear this song.

i love the way she dresses !

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What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do

From Esther's blog. Wow. Sometimes I think if she's lovesick. But, really, you couldn't tell. After all it was a blog. The beautiful things she puts in her blog are just like little moments of escape from where we are every day.

I sat and stoned. And in my confusion, while I watched my mum fall asleep waiting for her boss to call her, I let tears roll down. It seems like I just lost my direction. I don't know what I'm mugging for. I have no idea what I'm doing.

And unfortunately, the Singaporean answer is seeping into me -- exams.

I wonder if the education system has robbed me of a future I could call happy. A future where I can still wander in a field full of sunflowers. It sounds pretty childish, but after years and years of education, I begin to realise, society terms a happy and bright future as you walking among a field of thousand-dollar notes. You couldn't survive just being happy.

You're mugging a-third of your life away destroying a pretty future. :( Maybe we all define happiness differently.

When people ask me about my future, I don't know what to say, and immediately, my smile disappears and along with it I myself want to disappear. I KNOW I am so sheltered that if I take merely a step outside, I'm as good as dead. I'm those kind of person who mugs merely to keep up with others' expectations of me. MUGGING is probably the only thing I can do. When the mugging is over and done with, I'm as good as useless.

I don't remember how it feels like to dream of being a florist or a novelist. Because right now, I don't know what I'm dreaming of.


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thanks for saving me.


Dedicated to my friends out there who have walked with me through nearly two years of JC life. :D There are a lot of people I want to thank but whose photos are not inside though. x(

(Can you believe that was the first time I touched Windows Media Movie Maker? LOL I didn't know it was pretty fun and much better than the previous one which produced files of very large sizes >< Because I did it late last night, halfway through editing, I didn't really care about the timing of the song with the speed of photos anymore.)

Thank you.

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There is someone I miss so much. So much that I am afraid to see that person. And I might never get a chance anymore when time slips pass. (And it's definitely not him.) Staying up late at night does things to you. It's 2a.m. in the morning and I have not done my intended studying, when the realization of how time flies on wings faster than a bullet train hit me. And I don't know what to do. (As always.) And as usual, I have not learnt how to cherish the things/people around me until I realise they are gone, and by then it is too late.

What are you so afraid of?
I don't know.

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kindaichi opera!


There was the other one with too many people as suspects. But this was even more hilarious xD

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round a corner;


"Who cares what other people think?" -Sally; PEANUTS by Charles M. Schulz

Someday I'll be able to say that too

I was so engrossed in reading Pride and Prejudice last night that I slept at 3am in the morning. I felt amused when Mr. Darcy exclaimed, "Good God! what is the matter?" cried he, with more feeling than politeness; then recollecting himself. Sudden burst of emotion xD Wickham in the novel is much more detestable than in the movie. Somehow when I replay the movie in my mind, Orlando Bloom appears as Wickham instead of the original actor. ...That's like saying he looks like a cheat. Oops. (Sometimes I wonder if I say something unpleasant about Orlando Bloom, will his fans come murdering me? )

I have a lot more to study for mid-years. I haven't done half of history, nor one-third of Econs, but I'm done with Literature. That was the only subject I had passion in studying for. 勉強-ing for Russian Revolution today !

It feels weird to blog like this again. (You know... like, writing paragraph after paragraph.) I'm too used to blogging with a photo and then some random lines I think up of.

I just finished the trilogy and now I want to rewatch it again. Good grief.

To which race of Middle Earth do you belong?

oh my gosh. xD

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rewind the steps.

I got tagged. Tagged by - *tries to stare hard at Tammy (nobuta twin!).*

What were you doing in secondary school?
1. Staying back after school for Art Club.
2. Having fun with Lit :D
3. ...studying. (I was such a nerd.)

Five of your favourite singers / bands?
1. KinKi Kids (do I list Tsuyo-chan here too??)
4. Josh Groban
5. Sarah McLachlan
FIVE isn't enough.

Five things you would do if you were a millionaire?
1. Tour JAPAN.
2. Get a superb digital camera
3. Gandalf's staff ! xDDD
4. New Zealand.
5. Actually most of all, I want to get my dad a fantastic hi-fi set that he's dreaming of. (:

Five bad habits?
1. I peel my nails ^^;;
2. Bad temper.
3. Overly sentimental
4. Irrational Shopper.
5. Paranoia.

Five things you like doing?
2. drawing !
3. writing :D
4. long bus rides with an ipod (:
5. listening to soundtracks.

Five things you would never buy, wear or get?
1. piercings all over the body
2. tube tops and short tight skirts x(
3. ...what else. birdnest.
4. cigarettes
5. diamonds. (is that weird? i don't think i suit elegant stuff )

Five favourites? <-- so ambiguous!
1. WHITE しろ!
2. PEANUTS (Linus Van Pelt )
3. Lord of the Rings
4. Johnny's Entertainment :D
5. Domoto Tsuyoshi

Five people to do this?
1. Sky
2. Manfa
3. Vanessa
4. Olivia
5. Yana

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going Home


So light my way home
and show me the sky (:

-photo by sylvia.
(*larger version is HERE.)

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guard of the citadel.


Pippin: "I didn’t think they would find any livery that would fit me."
Faramir: "Once belonged to a young boy of the city. A very foolish one who wasted many hours slaying dragons instead of attending to his studies."
Pippin: "This was yours?"
Faramir: "Yes, it was mine. My father had it made for me."
Pippin: "Well, I’m taller than you were then. Though I’m not likely to grow anymore, except sideways."
Faramir: "Never fitted me either. Boromir was always the soldier. They were so alike, he and my father. Proud. Stubborn even. But strong."
Pippin: "I think you have strength of a different kind. And one day your father will see it."

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there and back again 2;

Use Well The Days - Annie Lennox
-From The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King Limited Edition OST bonus DVD.

Round the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret gate
And though I have passed them by
A day will come

I will take the hidden path that run
West of the moon and east of the sun
I'm glad that you are here with me
Here at the end of all things.

Night too shall be beautiful
And blessed and then its fear will pass
I must leave, must cross the sea
The love you gave is all i take with me

Use well the days
Use well the days
Turn your face to the green world
Use well the days

Seven stars and seven stones
And one White Tree from all the southern seas

Use well the days
Use well the days
Turn your face to the green world
Use well the days

Everytime I hear this song I want to tear. It's a bittersweet feeling. Because of the Minas Tirith 'photoshoot' (refer to previous post, There and Back Again) I decided to rewatch The Return of the King. I haven't gotten to the second disc yet, but everytime I watch this film, I am afraid of reaching the end. Because I know I will tear. It's very bittersweet.

I remember when I first caught FotR, I didn't exactly like the Caves of Moria scene, but after some time, when I rewatched, I realised that that was one of my favourite scenes, even if my favourite character does fall off the bridge. And the Ballad of Bilbo is simply fantastic and heart-pounding.

Then there is the song Merry and Pippin sang in the Green Dragon. ("Rain may fall and wind may blow But there still be many miles to go! Sweet is the sound of the pouring rain...") Absolutely love Pippin's last line, "There's a mug of beer inside this Took!" Merry and Pippin goodness. (: When Pippin leaves for Minas Tirith, Merry went, "He used to get into a lot of trouble, and I was always there to get him out of it. But now he's going away, just like Frodo and Sam!" Aragorn, "One thing I have learnt about hobbits - they are hardy." Merry, "FOOLhardy you mean - He's a Took!" Still more Merry and Pippin goodness. (: And I'd remember the behind-the-scenes where Billy Boyd and Dominic Monaghan were trying to see who end up with the better outfit (a.k.a. the Gondor one which Pippin got in the end!)

And not to forget the moments of playing the soundtrack and closing my eyes and letting the scenes run in my head.


All the fun in collecting all the beautiful collectibles. But I've stopped quite some time ago. After all... I'm not as filthy rich as Macheath. Nor do I own Pemberley like Mr Darcy. And I would never even reach the society of Anne Elliot.

Not forgetting always hearing Legolas speak redundant lines in the movie ! (Can't remember one off the top of my head now.) Most of his good, impressive, informative, wise, and powerful lines have been cut off and put in the Extended Edition instead. x)

And now I have a friend who calls himself Strider but I absolutely cannot imagine him to be Strider. Bleah. And he never fails to remind me of my height. Hobbits are cute anyway :P It was amusing to hear his mates call him "Strider!" at CCA orientation though. Very amusing. xD

The times when I love my home sound+video system to bits, are when I watch this trilogy. I wish it never ended, but things do have to end some day. It was a beautiful end anyway. (:

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there and back again.


To wake up on a morning
Just like night,
The thunder roars overhead.
War cries are endless-
Metal sounds all too familiar
And you're not supposed to be a part of it
That makes it all the more horrific.

Do you believe this? I went to this beautiful place in Middle-Earth and came back. Now you know why I haven't been studying. In case you want to know, the whole trip was free.

...okay only joking. I couldn't help but laugh at the fact that I was going to say the above. x) How childish I sound! But yes, that photo IS taken by yours truly. It's a miniature of Minas Tirith, that beautiful city in Gondor. I didn't get to see Strider there, you know. Instead he sent me an sms calling me a hobbit (as always). xD

There's a compartment beneath the miniature. What do I put in it? Stay tuned to find out. :P

For some reason I am darn lame today.

-Photo by Sylvia. Miniature of Minas Tirith from Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King, included in the Collector's Edition of the Extended Edition of the Film. (:

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-painting by William Hogarth, from Scene III, Act XI of The Beggar's Opera by John Gay.

"But I promsed the wench marriage.-- What signifies a promise to a woman? Does not man in marriage itself promise a hundred things that he never means to perform? Do all we can, women will believe us; for they look upon a promise as an excuse for following their own inclinations." - Macheath

-ACT II Scene VIII, The Beggar's Opera by John Gay.

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take me on a walk for one.



take me on a solitary walk
by the river
like i were going to fall
and trip down those steps
But i'll still stay atop
On my lonely walk
By the beautiful river.

-photo by sylvia.

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34°C Winter: sign;


Is this one too many updates? I finished this right before the thunderstorm just now. Again inspired by Mr.Children. (: Second one of 34°C Winter series :P (The first one was 'Dakishimetai'. (: ) I love my 4B pencil and my new sketchbook. I think I need a new rubber soon. I want more pencils ! You are reading a stationery freak's blog.

Paranoia still lingers.

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paranoia. that hangs over and seeps into me.
and the gate was locked. "sorry we're closed for the day."
the gate up north. too high for 151.
something i've done. to displease.
are you. tired of me?
tactless. tactless. tactless!
i've been careless. careless to upset.
yet. "speak what we feel, not what we ought to say."
oh the agony. how simple would that be.
but oh, paranoid.
paranoia would not listen.

-photo and words by sylvia.

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March of the Penguins


Beautiful, beautiful film. :) The emperor penguin's once a year journey to find their mate, and produce that adorable young. I was hesitant to watch this when my dad took out the DVD and asked if I wanted to watch it. But when I sat down, I was immediately caught by how adorable the penguins were, and gradually went on the journey with them to create life. (:

They make humans seem very disgraceful. While they seek to survive and protect their children in that harsh, cold weather, we humans do not merely seek to survive, but to get the best advantage we could out of every single thing, and eventually building our own happiness at the expense of others'. They are part of nature, and we have ruined nature. :(

They know when to let go of their child so that their child learns to be independent and grow up in life. But we, are so determined that our children "have the best" that we have protected and controlled them too much, and when the storm comes, we would have realised that thesse children cannot survive. The world is so cold now that parents bear to abandon their children.

The loss of children is terribly heart-breaking to see -- they have either been lost by their fathers while the male penguins huddle together for warmth, or have gotten lost after they were born, and died in a storm. The mothers were so heartbroken that they even attempted to steal another chick from another mother penguin.

That sense of joy in seeing that egg hatch after all the hard work actually made me appreciate my parents more. They didn't go through the blizzard and snow storms, but they went through so much hard work to bring me up now, and give me all they can.

But I'm so afraid that I've stayed under the furry belly too long and will stand by the sea while I watch everyone else jump in and have their good splash, and begin a new phase of their life.

PS: The northern lights are beautiful, haunting and terrifying all at the same time.

I want to spread my wings
Even if I cannot fly
Let me pretend I can
Just to bring me joy (:

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take me to that paradise;


My new shoes ! Finished painting and sewing them last night. Chased away the giddiness. It makes me feel like making black ones with white ribbons. (: This pair looks so watermelon-ish. Pink + Green, what does that make you think of? (: They were the only two colours of fabric paint I had (bought it TWO years ago) lol.

I have this 苺 air freshener in my wardrobe, and when I open it up to take clothes out,「草野!」

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i'm the king of the castle;


This is Cinnamoroll.
He promises to rule better than King Louis XVI.
He would like his kingdom to be bathed in twilight.
He wants to show you his beautiful kingdom and his subjects.
Above all he loves solitude in a tealight lamp
Under the stars at night
And under the beautiful clouds and sun
On a peaceful morning.

-photo by sylvia.

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