The Moon!

Ah, I noticed a trend, I can see the moon from my window around every 27th-29th of every month! And last night, the moon was beautiful.

Moon was just spotted!

Notice the bands that di___ the moon’s light? It was from the bands formed in the skies in the previous picture.

I like how the moon seems to be a reflection in the water.

yeah, how very poetic! No editing done. It was the most amazing phenomenon that I’ve ever seen.

This is seldom seen too. The ‘rainbow’ ring around the moon is a result from the clouds I think.

This is nice too.

I love the patch of skies outside my bedroom though this disturbing building often blocks my view from a full sunrise and sunset.

Scenes from my Bedroom: I can imagine dreams (painting cum prose)

Scenes from my Bedroom

Scenes from my Bedroom: I can imagine dreams.

Out from my bedroom lies the outstretched sky that says little but holds much. It holds the world up when the skies fall down, it holds the fate to our umbrella and hats, to tomorrow and the past. It dictates wake and sleep to which I, the only one defy, for a chance to see it shut its eyes…

Away from my bedroom, I hope to see a lily pond, lilac hues– that little reflection of a surface holds little but says much. It speaks of whatever that comes its way, the skies when the angels are making, the clouds when they turn dark and angry and for us to look at ourselves in pensive and reflect in peaceful Zen. I want to be light, so free and light, to rest upon its fronds, to rest upon its fronds…

Scenes from my Bedroom, I can imagine, I can dream, I can holler, I can leap… in deep slumber and haze. Before my window, with hands perched on my cheeks, deep asleep, suspended in beauty, in awe, of the things I could do, when I close my eyes.

When I close my eyes, I see colors, millions of shades and hues.

Why must it be black?

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Sorry for the low quality, it looks better original, something is kinda lost in the scanning. This is a painting I did yesterday night/this morning at around 1-2 after a failed attempt with the experimentation of oil. Actually I wasn’t trained with watercolor too ( started around early this month) but I sure do have more luck with it. This is a creative attempt that I must say didn’t turn out as I hoped it will be but I’ll paint again sometime soon ( I kinda hate the ‘clouds’ but I like the lilies and lily pads).

I screwd the first one with oil, oil is such a bummer, you can only blend, but you can’t wash it off and when you touch it, the worst things happen.

I thought of this idea one day while looking the same as the girl in the painting, day dreaming– for some reasons, my window is a very conducive place to space out. And while closed eyed, I’m transported to places only dreams can imagine. Hence, I can imagine dreams.

Last night at 3, I did a continuation of the scenes from my bedroom prose and will be getting them here day by day else it’ll be toooooo long.

See you guys!

Wierdness-es along the Streets

The exam went well! Thanks to everyone who supported me!

While wandering about today and busy getting myself lost, I discovered a couple of wierd things along the streets.

1) An advertisement hung upside down– And I was at the middle of the road, in the process of crossing the streets,trying moderately not to get myself knocked down but not trying very hard I supposed. For once, I set myself upon this strange advertisement, trying with some effort to decipher its contents and was quite successful– for a street advertisement.

Damn it! A/an accidental   shrewd advertisement strategy! It really attracts attention, you try it!

2) An ingenious phamplet distributor– When met with intense competition in the event of phamplet distribution, cruise around freely and shuff the leaflets into people’s face, don’t stand like a statue and have people, your comrades march by you.

But please avoid treading on an innocent soul’s toe! And make a fall from that trip and curse and wail. You made my day man.

Sarcasm is weak, and I’m being sarcastic.

3) Mistook a guy along the streets for Jon and was in the process of hitting him on the back, and on it turned immediately into a meek smile that spells embarrassement. And ‘Jon’ was also in the process of saying ‘Hi’, before looking away aghast!

Gosh, what a ____! Should I say coincidence or wierdness or ____?!

Good day to leave?

Was debating about euthanasia sometime ago when we joked about what someone said.

Today is a good day to die.

Haha, but isn’t it better than leaving on a bad day?

But having not been granted a choice to come into this world, should we also leave it to ____ to decide our departure?

Anywhere else, I shall pray hard for my piano exam tomorrow!

Wish me good luck!

New blog, awesome flowers!

Hey guys, alan and I co-created a blog, which currently features picture poetry. You may click on the link on the sidebar or go to www.chryslagallery.wordpress.com . I’m currently working on a story abswewwwout ‘Key to Midnight’ and will be posting  it there soon.

Tomorrow’s my project presentation so I’m kinda tied up right now, because I’ve wrote a bit of the story even though I’m supposed to do loads of other things! And now, I’m blogging! Haha, my actual life exists after 12 am. See you guys tomorrow!

Meanwhile, I shall prove myself to be moderately lazy by posting this picture of an awesome bunch of flowers! By the roadside, today.

And this! (which is not at the roadside, its at the zoo, again)

See you guys.

Screw theory, Difference or not, Peace

We always regret, wishing to go back to the past, but in the past, all we want is to have a grasp at the future. Be it wealth, fame or repute that we’ve seeked to gain and have since regretted, its all the same, we always want something we don’t have. When we no longer have anything to look up to, we look down and think, well, actually the ground is much more safer than the sky up here. So we go down to where we’ve came from. 

Life is a ‘screw’. When we came to this world, we start at the bottom. Gradually, we start to desire, start to look up and compare—the most lethal thing. And thinking that we lack something, we start to ascend the wedges of the screw to search, and we do not know that in the process, we ourselves defined the steps. Some of us want money, so money is littered along the way on the wedges and we ascend it while gathering money. 

At this stage, we do not even realize that we could jolly well ascend easier without those heavy baggages and waste of time and effort to search for them in crevices. So we toiled all the way. At different points in time, we might have different desires and the object we’re seeking for is placed along the way, and while some of us might drop that desire, some of us spent half our lifetime searching for that. At a certain point in time when we decided that we’ve got enough, or feel exhausted and useless with all the heavy parcels tying us down, some of us choose to drop them and stop the climb—gravity, sliding down process.

And this is what some of us choose, to relax, to reflect on our lives. And all these peaceful moments, time for philosophy and deep thoughts are in preparation for our end, for the bottom of the screw awaits death.  We never could answer life’s secrets, only death can, only on the descend to ground we can. On the ascend up, we never look down, when we do, its only to see the faces of the exhausted looking up at you, that drives you to climb faster to avoid being taken over. We ask ourselves questions, and we do get answers, but more questions in return. Everything just keep compounding… 

Until one day you ask yourself, what difference does answers and questions make? Then you discover life as a circle, a merry-go-round, a carousel, but not exactly that fun-fair like. You feel cheated—all your life you came to go round and round up, then round and round down, and that’s all, your life, how much time and sweat did it take to play a game?  Life is just death, and death is just life, because they originate from the same ground. Anyway it goes, what difference does it make? Nothing makes a difference if everything is gonna go away with us when we leave. But its does make a difference to the people around you, people who like this game, people who always make it through round-the-clock video games, just to see their characters making it through another stage. Unless we all quit this game together, it will and always make a difference. 

Even though we’re stuck, or cheated if you wanna call it, let it go on, cos what difference will it make anyway? Actually knowing so much, ranting so much of my philosophy equates to nothing, because, I live in the same planet as you, live a life similar to you and is a human. But what makes a difference is, even though knowing something that don’t make a difference to your end, it makes a difference, acts like a drug, weed, to drown you for the moment and satisfy you briefly and allowing you to wallow in misery for cold turkey. Nothing actually makes a difference, we could all die now, but do we all think alike? We’re all living in a game, without realizing that it’s a game, a game with no flexibility, utter indoctrination, but do you tell the emperor in new clothes that he’s naked? (got it from alan) Better not. 

If knowing this does not make a difference, shut it out of your mind to avoid frustration, like everything else. 

If feeling hate and disgust with a particular person does not make a difference, why not opt for peace? 

Since we have to survive this video game and make it through, why not make it a pleasant encounter like everything else even though we know its fake? 

If only…everyone knows, that some things, most things don’t make a difference. 

Have Peace. 

This is how peace is obtained, but shutting everything out of your mind, letting nothing affect you, displaying absolute apathy… 

This is peace.

I’m so unfeeling..