Well, objectively,

at the very least, you're no longer cramming it all in a single basket - yours. That's a huge improvement, all things considered.

Alright. I accept.


Ps: partly also because I'm relieved it's not because of something I've missed recently. In case anyone's interested, one hypothesis I had was I've accidentally and unknowingly stepped on a phone or something. As for the other part, let's say that's simply irrelevant to the title of this post.

Ripples, they are going both up and down.

Interesting day today, in a bizarrely holistic way. Absolutely all around.

Let's see... I'm a fan of festival booths, so I spared some time hanging around the on-going roadshow after lunch and a lecture with schoolmates. Met some country mates there, the friendly ones, the familiar ones and the otherwise. Had the slight frowns, if there were any, quickly traded to a lasting cheeriness thanks to (or, okay, two) unexpected source(s). Went shopping for art stocks, made a poor decision for dinner, a better decision for dessert and encountered a mind-numbing surprise that I got locked out of my own room. Spent a moment looking pitiful, got myself taken in by a neighbour who was also a complete stranger, made a new friend and became overjoyed when my room mate returned, only to face a tricky situation regarding my recess week schedule once I got inside.

Yet still I try to make sense of things that are happening around me, for the better or the worse. Not always because I am at the stake - sometimes I can't really care less - but because I acknowledge that some people, whether I like it or not, need to understand those things. It can simply be a part of their personal concerns for whatever reasons, so I'd better be able to explain them well.

"A theory is a battlefield in your head."

After all

"Whoa, you're strong," commented one of my fellow dancers one day, quite out of the blue.

"But of course," I said, "I'm a female, after all."

On Inspiration

Something I was curious about. Still in the mood of tracing some lines. I had thought that my admiration of the world of synergetic moves stemmed from the brief period of time I spent in the colour guard squad. But then again I remember being inspired with this thing from the year 2000

which I extracted from a VCD I practically nicked from-

-deep, long sigh-

But of course. Not that I mind (anymore). If it's anyone, it'll always be that one.

And yes, I was a K-pop star fan before it got popular. That singer's legal record was the first one I've ever bought. How I miss my old walkman.

Non-linearity

One and a half month to go. Nope, that won't do. Me having little expectation of this is a pre-determined factor. Not that I need them in order to throw myself into yet another unfinished silent dialogue on whom I am following the beats for. Frankly, I'm quite amazed that my limbs has managed this much without them folding over to their handicaps. There was time when they deprived me of myself. Optimism just had to leave me, piece by piece, when the dark part of reality was lashing out and there was I, lost in the brutal chase. 

What happens then, when the flower garden is destroyed by some misplaced explosion? We plant more of them, of course, and work our arses off to prevent future wars from happening. 

Unreasonable. I have to start from the beginning. Later, once this cold subsides. Christ. I thought I've recovered from that one.

So she asked me,

"He's (finally) made his decision. Could you please support him?"

Mon dieu. Why'd you need to ask - you already know the answer. 'Course. Always. :)

He's made his bed. Let him lie in it.

Emotions get to you faster

when you're stressed, sleepy and sick - all at once. And now that I managed to get that one song I shouldn't be sticking in my head, stuck in my head, well frankly it's just all around terrible.

...

:(

Fly, boys, fly

Break a leg and flap your wings. This shall be a monumental milestone for. Savour every drops of it, move that feet and get the gears rolling, if it's not been done already.

Be happy. Be happy.

Ok.

What was that? That was scary. That was proper scary. Basically I was playing with my dreams, and then the dreams toyed with me.

The house of secrets is an organised chaos.

It's not a simple onion arrangement. Different files go to different individual segments. Some are guarded more fiercely from one whilst they can become an almost trivial matter in the face of others. And vice versa. Bluffs exist. So do ones with ultra level security, however rare and far in between they are. This beautiful mess exists in the garden of everything.

Puzzle solved. Spare me from these riddles for once and let me rest. Good night.

On the Holmes with a Nokia Lumia

...which is a Microsoft Windows phone, by the way.

I've been practically preaching this on my Tumblr lately, but I'll just be a young girl and state this again here. I love the way Moffat and Gatiss interpret Mycroft Holmes. Partly, because it's not entirely dissimilar to my own. A bit subjective, I know. Sorry.

The elder Holmes has always been the most intriguing character in the original Holmes tales ever since I discovered him, more than a decade ago. The ultimate sleuth, the quiet eccentric who acknowledges the needs of all humans, including introverts, to be in others' company (Diogenes club) with an air of silent confidence that's only understood by those capable of comprehending the full extent of his abilities. The cold thinker who suppresses a lot of things for the sake of objectivity, yet he is by no means a dramatic imitation of Spock. After all, he still managed to be there whenever his bubbly little brother needed his assistance.

His character really came off as considerably solid and enigmatically engaging to my tender imagination of that time. It's kinda inspirational, and it was so impressive, more so because he's only presented in no more but a handful of lines and small chunks of rare, vague mentions of him here and there. Sir Doyle was a really good writer at that.

and so are the duo main writers of Sherlock cos they're able to cram those qualities in a single character, yet still manage to keep him in the shadow of the supposed protagonists. At least until recently, maybe, to some extent. But it's a really HARD thing to do (speaking from personal experience. I'm almost positively sure Gatiss playing the character himself also helps tremendously.) so I'm still giving a standing applause. 


Now I better not start on the masterfully done, stereotype-breaking details (normal, loving family -> cool offsprings, logical panic vs. Hollywood-level angst + recklessness, etc.) unless I want to be glued here until sunset.

I remember someone asked me why, so

It's neither here nor there. I won't be going around calling myself, of all people, a masochist. It's just, you know, I've been around for around two decades. I've not a complete list of what a person can possibly experience in life, yet, but I've checked some of that indeed. Now, among them is what one would call some moments of considerable anxiety and/or desperation. There's two possible ways to go through that: with or without company of others and to put it simply, the later has a statistically bigger tendency to be more devastating, both during and after the entire process.

Therefore it's a simple matter of my own wish, to not let any of individuals I call friends to go down that route. No, mate, you're not going to as far as I can help it - which is not much actually and largely depends on your discretion to opt for someone else's company. In a slim change you opt for mine, however, I'd of course prefer to be available for the reason I just stated above.

That's all actually, nothing much.

On Stop Pressing the Snooze Button

Sense of security, my friend. Look, just, really look. They're not even having what you're having right now - yet you're lacking what they don't know they have still. It's not even a hard thing to acquire, theoretically. Look, friend, look. That carefree betrayal of logical pessimism, that magical - as it's illogical - gleam and glitter and everything shiny. Isn't it simply beautiful? And don't even start talking about they living in a bubble. A bubble it may be, but they are living. Living. And, my friend, seriously who knows - maybe the world is a bubble. Or maybe, your world is. You see, the way those rambling adults word it like some sunflower paintings, as if they know how to paint a-, a sunflower seed in a first place. How would you know?

Optimism, my friend, wake that hell of a dragon up for God sake!

New new year

I guess people kinda learn from 2013 - new year resolution post spam is not fun and can be a little bit annoying after some time. Thank goodness I escaped the (main)stream back then.

Nevertheless, I actually do have one burning resolution this year, just for myself:

 

"Stop thinking way too much, woman, you're killing my very own sanity. And do write that down, please."

That is all.