silens-silentium

First up: After repeated chasings and reminders from tjhan and T_T|||, I’ve finally edited my blog to make it bigger. Well, at least you don’t have to squint/use a magnifying glass to read my blog now.

I revise my statement on not having enough time to myself. I guess the amount of time I have to myself may be overestimated after all. Lets see, waking up at like 0930 hours today, I checked my downloads, read the papers in the toilet, watched SR 27 (Happy April Fools) and FSN 13, and then it was already 1120 hours. I decided it was too late to pop by church, so I went straight for tuition, reaching there at 1200 hours. Finishing the lesson at 1345 hours, i met up with chun hui and played lan+lunched with him till 1810 hours, then went to church, and stayed there till 1900, where I finished my New Paper. I then had dinner with my parents until 2050, when I finally reached home again. Tried to keep my mum company by watching the finals of the Campus Superstar with her, but she was on the phone like 3/4 of the time. Finally, when I managed to have some time on my own, like now, I’m told to sleep by my parents. I’m speechless.

Which reminds me: My visual novel. Damn kwok will kill me. I really need sometime to myself man. Maybe the feeling I got yesterday was due to the fact that i had expected a rowdy rabble at my house but instead it was a cold april fool’s day in the late afternoon. To use T_T||| and kwok’s definition, it felt “slice of life” like.

I should make full use of tomorrow…. but…but i can’t seem to write in office.

On a side note, Jap rock, while lsightly noisy, has really nice lyrics. Take for example, Konayuki by Remioromen, it really sounds poetic…. even though some phrases sound a little odd (meaning wise). WIll be asking people to vet through soon. Until then, the lyrics are as below:

Konayuki

We always miss each other in the season of fluttering powdered snow
Though we’re lost in the crowd, we’re looking up at the same sky
And blown by the wind, we both feel the same chill

I’m sure I don’t know everything about you
But still I found you out of a hundred million people
I have no proof, but I truly believe that

We can’t spend time together without quarrelling over little things
If we can’t be honest with each other, happiness and sadness are empty

If the powdered snow had made our hearts white
Would we have been able to share our loneliness?

I want to press my ear against your heart
And descend quietly into the depths where that voice leads me
Let’s meet there once again

I’m the one who said I wanted us to understand each other, but just brushed the surface
When just by holding your cold hand we’re connected

With eternity before it, the powdered snow seems too fragile
It stains the surface of the rough asphalt

Powdered snow, sometimes I’m unreliable and my heart is swayed
But even so I want to keep protecting you

If the powdered snow has made our hearts white
It will enfold our loneliness and return it to the sky

-Remioromen, Konayuki
First heard as a track off 1 Liter of Tears

April Fool’s Day, coincidentally the first saturday in quite a long while where I have some time to myself. Feels good? Yeah, maybe. Well, I cannot lie and say that I’m feeling real good that I have no one to chat over the phone with on a sunny saturday afternoon, and that I have no real goal to accomplish over an afternoon like this. In any case, this shouldn’t be a long post since I’m meeting yuan lin for dinner later.

Erika Sawajiri will looking into the distance prettily in a cheongsam if I were to minimize this window. I really can’t believe she is just 20 years old, same age as me. Hmmz, guess its as someone mentioned, “we’re at an age that everything happens.” True in a way, especially when you talk about celebs being shot into the limelight. Erika is probably unattainable for me, but still, she sits on my desktop. Idol-mania? Probably.

Seriously speaking, she is NOT that cute nor pretty; I believe the role she played as Aya in 1 Liter of Tears really make me sit up and take note. I don’t even think the girl I’ll like in the future will be someone like her, it’ll be someone with her “package” though; Aya’s package to be specific.

Which leads me to think again, were those tears shed while watching the show really my heartfelt feelings about Aya’s story? or did Erika’s looks exaggerate the depth of feelings I had? Been thinking about it… if I were to cast someone half as pretty in that role, would the “theme” or “message” of the show still be conveyed across that strongly? Would so many people still deem it as a “touching” show? I have to say that us humans, are after all, visual people.

Maybe that’s why I still like reading books (worded ones especially). No distortion, just the story, and your interpretation.

Gotta go now, hopefully I can get my story 3/4 done by tonight. Wish me luck; after all, I have trouble trying to craft a blog entry that looks like a girl’s.

I blabber yet again.