I’m not entirely sure if I should even be publishing this, but I wrote this while I was on maths camp. I didn’t feel like running around in the sun playing soccer like everyone else, so I just stayed in the dorm with my notebook, and MAWA and company eventually came.
Mm… I’ve been thinking a lot. My time here is a swing of emotions. My ego rises at my talent and falls at my disgrace. At night, I didn’t want to sleep. I feel trapped and helpless. Alone here, but not quite abandoned. I can’t help but wonder if this is like Ivy’s trip in China. I try being friendly but I only end up making a fool of myself. I’m different. I paced the dorm at night, people (guys only) wondered what I was doing. I felt restless, and I sat against the wall, questioning… things. I might not find my Solomon here either. Fi Wang, Sheena, just people. Am I so astranged? In my depression I can’t help but question her, and yet, my heart thumps when I think "it’s only four more days…" Why? Am I nervous? Anxious? Ignorant perhaps.
Sometimes i want to hurt myself, but I won’t. Katty has done some stupid things, so it will serve one no justice to follow her. Pete is cute when he sleeps. [I was actually supposed to tell Raph that, but aww, he’s peaceful when he’s subconscious. No thoughts of depression or anger, just Pete, and there’s something about that I admire. He’s innocent, in his dreams – as far as I know]
"Is everything all right dude?"
Kneeling before the storm I cried. Someone happened to walk outside. I told them I was praying. I would need more than my own strength to overcome my doubts and fears. Have I bretrayed her?
Walked around at night in my labcoat, sent back. Geoff. Meep. I miss you so much Ivy. <3
I suppose I wanted to elaborate later. It’s now later.
I walked around, the soft rain and chilling wind whipping my labcoat about me, and so I went to get a drink because I was thirsty and couldn’t sleep. And that lady sent me straight back with a scolding. Geoff, aka Mr Jamieson, a former maths teacher, sympathised, but yeah. When my dorm couldn’t settle down and rest, he just called us out of bed dressed how we were and took us for a midnight stroll. It was freezing, and wet, and unfortunately for some gentlemen, they opted to wear only their boxers to sleep. Anyways.
Some of the kids call me meditation man for sitting up in my bed last night. Sometimes I’m overwhelmed by a desire to be with Ivy. I don’t know though. Four more days and we’re together. I always wonder where she is and what she’s doing and thinking about. I love her. A few people have noticed my ring. Some people call me Xin, which I like, and I’m kind of getting along all right. Meep, perhaps today wasn’t so bad afterall… Though, the night my be a different story. Ridiculed for doing my sit-ups, psht. Year 9’s, I tell ya…
Ivy is so much more perfect than me.
I pulled out a knife under the table and got punched in the ribs by Pete. I was excluded from card games, but met Shibi. Stress balls and meeping, the weirdo in the labcoat. I suck at cards. Meep, Solomon? Space of raining hearts?
Don’t ask cuz I don’t know. That’s just what I wrote, and that’s it folks.
EDIT: Suppose I should elaborate a bit more hey. MAWA’s the little fat kid that got the impression of the little fat kid. In other words, he set himself up to be pelted with the little bag of stressballs the camp provided to encourage teaching (makes you think, doesn’t it?)
I carried a pocketknife with me at all times, for fear of Pete attacking me during the day, and my slingshot was hanging off my bed next to me at night. I warned the boys any movement during the night was a shot to kill, though I can’t use the slingshot very well and I may as well have shot the wall instead. They weren’t to know that though. Hm…
Shibi’s a really cool girl that looks like Bara-chan. I misread Fiona’s (Fi’s) badge as Wong so took an instant liking to her. She carried a stuffed bunny named Quaver Allegretto with her everywhere, and her best friend Sheena reminded me a lot of two certain Singaporeans. I met a few girls who knew Emily from St Hilda’s (who came second) and a few who knew Lee from St Brigids. Christchurch had two teams, and so came both 1st and 3rd, which sucked majortime. Cheaters. In the balloon pop game, their balloons were too small to be popped, and basically tied to their knees. Pssht.
Hm, what else? Eh, nothing worth mentioning. Tee hee hee, I love Ivy. Meeee. <3
Rightio, ‘ello there!
I just thought I’d make a blog entry remember my conversation with David earlier today. Note before reading: I was just being random, and I am not gay, thank you.
"I have a confession."
"I… am a male."
"Really?! I must admit, I’ve had my suspicions for some time…"
"I’m sorry man, I’ve been cheating on you. What the hell!"
"I have another confession."
"I’m not gay either."
"Um, David, wrong answer."
Heh heh heh. I love David. Before Pete comments, I’ll say this. He’s just so darn sexy I love him too. And before Ivy comments, I’ll say this. She craps all over Pete- and is my one and only.
This is just one of my bitch bitch bitch entries. Fwee has a nicer blog than me, or at least, I envy her greatly. Perhaps to the extent of jealousy. She has such wonderful command of English, she just knows and seems to command it in a literal sense. She doesn’t bother with rules, she just writes whatever she thinks of and it comes out perfect. At least, as far as I know.
I might be able to say the same about myself, but how do I know? If I do, to me, I would be vain. If others do, they might be patronising me or doing it as an act of comfort. Pssht.
Another thing that bugs me is that she can write absolutely whatever she wants. She doesn’t have any fear of her friends commenting or tormenting her at school. She can talk freely about whatever, but I have to censor some things that I write so Pete won’t get bored and shake his head at me. He does it so often. Well guess what. This is one of those entries that express as kindly as I can (while spurred on by an irrational feeling of… unhappiness) that say "F*** YOU". Not talking to anyone in particular by the way.
Perhaps I am a joke afterall, but at least I make people laugh.
*sigh* Ivy’s late. Oh wait, no she’s not, she’s got.. a few seconds. Rar! Mew :( I feel like I’m PMSing- and no Pete, I do not have a vagina. I’m just reminded of what it might be like because of a cute drawing on deviantART. Being the kind of guy I am, I’ll go see if I can find it. http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/3349027/ It’s also attached below.
Anyway, yeah, moodswing. First I was upset, then I was, and I hate to say this, angry (I’m almost never.. angry. I hate that word, it’s so incredibly negative. When one is angry, they lose sense of all their faculties and become more dangerous than usual, and I don’t want to be dangerous, I want to be the quiet nice guy, not the raging psycho which is unfortunately what I’m occassionally labelled as -amongst other things- because sometimes I lose it. Anyway, digressing. Don’t like the word.. angry), then to a little better, and now to a state of mild depression. Mm, teenaged years. Gotta love ’em, ay?
I think I suck at English in comparison. I tried writing a vampire story you know. I just read it again and I think it’s terribly rushed. I’ll re-write it when I have the heart. I still love vampires, and sorely wish one would bite me, whether for death or for undeath, if such a word exists.
You know what? Just ignore this entry, forget about it. I’ll post it anyway just to let people know that I am human, I do get upset once in a while, and that I just want whoever’s reading to understand that I’m not who they thought I was- to whatever extent, large or small. The exception is Ivy, who knows me better than I know me. God I wish she were here, but nah she’s probably asleep after a hard day partying. I checked her email, and she filed away my story, so that’s all I’m left with as an answer. I miss you baby. I miss you alot. I am so very lonely right now, but it’s late, and you’re probably asleep. I’ll let you rest peacefully. Until morning, then, my love. Meep, moodswings all over. Oh how I’m going to laugh one day. Lol arr I’m sad. Pathetic sad, not unhappy sad, though I suppose I’m both. Ha, lowering my ego freely. I’ll just go before I continue to degrade and make an ass of myself as dear Teerapon loves to point out. I hate life sometiems and thank God for it at others. I wonder why.
Happiness is a choice John. It’s a choice, and righ now you’re not very happy are you? Lol it’s stupid not to be, you’ve had great times, you’ve got so much in life to smile about. Theeeeeere we go, that’s better *grins* Lol moodswings! Ah heaven help me…
Well… um… good night! I think. Aye, good night.
Where do souls come from?
Are souls really eternal? Like the Hindu belief, perhaps every creature has a soul, and the material world is just made of atoms. Building blocks, like lego, that create so many different shapes and creatures. But could it be possible that we have souls that never die?
The expanding human population would discredit this, but if all organisms do have souls, then would it be fair to say that if the rate at which such creatures die (an animal, insect or other living creature becomes extinct every 2 seconds) is equal to the rate at which others expand…
If the population balances, could it be true?
Do souls want to be free of these bodies? Are bodies just chains for the loving nature of an eternal spirit? The essence of a person is perfect. The person, is not. Christians believe this. When they die, they take on their perfect forms. Once more, religion is brought into the struggle.
Now… Does God create our souls or do they exist beforehand? Do they find some group of atoms and just decide to inhabit them? Does all life deserve the same respect as humankind? I don’t see why not. The only difference is, we have the ability to think, we can imagine, we can question. Things aren’t black and white for us, there are so many gray areas. So many things to develop, they’re not just “the way things are”… Or are they?
Human reason is one thing that will never change. Life, death, things like these… They are the way things are. Pain, too. These are the black and white areas. But imagine this, if you will.
We are all shadows of our souls. Of “ideas”, as the philosopher Plato believed. Our perfect souls result in our imperfect copies, we try to imitate true beauty, but we don’t know what that beauty looks like. We can only guess the mould of a gingerbread man from how the gingerbread men are shaped, but the mould itself is perfect.
We are the imperfect gingerbread men, the blurry shadows. Is it possible? What is the soul? Where did it come from, does it exist, where does it reside and what is its nature?
I’m really starting to wonder if its worth asking so many questions.
Okay, big catch-up entry to break the streak of Ivy-based posts (not that there’s anything wrong with that, mind you!) However, I must warn you in advance that this entry contains tmi (too much information) for anyone who doesn’t care.
Well, for the first time this morning, I didn’t dream of Ivy. Little strange isn’t it? I might have, but I’ve forgotten a lot of the dream. In essence, it was basically trapping me in Gibney Hall wearing my labcoat; and only my labcoat. I was about to gather my clothes (at the doorway) when Mr Watson and the English class walks in. I dashed up some scaffolding and watched them as Watto took a chair and sat down to mark his essays. That’s what he usually does in his spare time anyhoo, but there I am, watching them pretty much exposed. I have strange dreams don’t I?
There are two ironies in this dream. The first is; I woke up and really was wearing only my labcoat. Fortunately, I was safe in my room at 4am. The second is that they had set up scaffolding in Gibney Hall for music night- tonight. I spent my morning lugging around chairs, desks, and other various pieces of junk, and I’ve hurt my back and splinterised my fingers. However! I felt like a warrior somehow lol. I don’t know, don’t look at me like that! It was me vs the chairs, and I kicked those chairs asses. Ohhhh yeah *whip lash* I was also smart enough to take off my ring before I did it- and good thing too, because my hands were burning by the end of period. Literally burning. I was holding them out in the rain and you could almost hear the sizzle. Ouchie! Anyway, it had better bloody be worth it. What I’m really looking forward to is the small dinner after the performances- that’s always great.
Going off topic again, I also thought about love for a while. I’ll never get enough of Ivy, ever. If I talk to her online, I’ll want to keep on talking, or have more. If I call her, same applies. If she meets me, or vice versa, same applies once more. I will forever long to hold her in my arms, and when I put it into words, it occured to me that love is very much like a drug. You need it once you’ve had a taste, so to speak, and it can blur your judgement and cause you to do stupid things. It’s cruel, but people lock away drug addicts so they can’t wreck their lives. Why is love so different? It gives people that endless happiness when they’re with their loved ones and it’s hard to let go of them, like heroine or speed to an addict. I suppose the only difference is the physical impact, as well as loved ones are generally cheaper than illegal drugs. I guess it’s also promoted by a community for the economy and so on and the miracle of life, as it goes. I don’t know, it seems cruel to allow loved ones to be together to try to quench their thirst for company, but to deny people the same thing with drugs. Just my opinion, remember how desperate some people can get, both for love and drugs.
Anyway, going back to everything else that I happened to write into Microsoft Word while Ivy was here so as not to break the chain of entries. Firstly, on Wednesday morning (the day after she left) there was a red mark on the left side of my neck. My theory is that Ivy either gave me one enduring lovebite, or something else bit me lol. I’m hoping it was the former, from 3:00 on Tuesday afternoon. That, and her labcoat smells heavenly. Absolutely heavenly, I can not get enough of that scent lol. Mm… She has to be an angel.
Another thing I’ve realised is that there are always two sides (or more) to every story, and a fool follows only one. I’ve acknowledged this in the past, and yet I still have such narrow views, as Pete will be glad to support. I want to broaden my views and remember all my philosophies for more than a few minutes, but I’m having trouble breaking the norm. I’m an individual, that much is certain, but sometimes I forget why.
I have here four quotes.
“Remember the good times; don’t mourn for them.”
“See the candle in the darkness, the stars in the night, the sun behind the rainclouds…”
“Remember this night whenever you are lonely. Whenever you want to cry, or whenever you feel sad, just remember tonight Ivy. Remember my touch, my warmth, my love…”
Unfortunately, at the same time I knew that remembering what isn’t there offers little condolence, but that ties back to my first quote. Enjoy them, remember how happy you became and let that memory of happiness bring a smile to your face, just as it brings one to mine.
“Happiness is a choice.” You can choose to feel happy when someone gives you a compliment, or you could choose not to. Pessimism and optimism, but ultimately, it’s up to you whether or not you want to be happy.
Sound familiar? ‘course they do. And I also have a huge string of questions and philosophies which I’ll publish in another entry to save you from reading more than you can be bothered.
I love Ivy~
Well, it is now Tuesday afternoon. Ivy is (hopefully) on a plane to Singapore, where I can only imagine what she will be feeling. Gosh I’m going to miss these days, but I’m going to remember them even more. That’s what counts. Remember the good times, not mourning for them. What point is there in getting upset over something you enjoyed? It’s almost a little greedy to want it again, but it’s human nature, so it wouldn’t be fair to say.
Still! Ahh Ivy. I remember that when we were at the movies, I was thirsty, so she took a long drink of coke and kissed me. Then, I suddenly realised I was drinking lol. Aww isn’t she the sweetest? Yes of course she is. Good times, mon ami, good times. She’s given me her labcoat, and omigosh it smells just like her. I’m looking forward to sleeping in it tonight so much! We had a few minutes before the departure at the airport, so she took my hand and led me to the toilets… and around the corner. Darn, was kinda hoping to get kinky ;)
Nah seriously, yeah she kissed me, she flourished my neck (hence my sudden overwhelming love for vampires) with love bites, it was really nice. Just nice, but something at the back of my mind told me we would be interrupted to I broke. Lo and behold with but a second or two to spare, Ivy’s Mom walks around the corner and scolded us. Still, we kissed goodbye once more, I returned the cross she lent me to her, but…
*sigh* I didn’t get to do so many of the things I wanted to. Ice skating, the beach, sex… Lol just kidding. But seriously now, I didn’t get to repay her for everything she got me either. I wanted to get her earrings, and bracelets, and a locket or necklace, and an engraved ring and everything shiny I could find (shiny shiny!) and a bikini (she’s been asking me for one) and all nice clothes and fluffy toys and stuff, but no! Noooo my Tuesday shopping was stolen! The Fremantle markets were closed (as we discovered when we got there) and her Mom hadn’t wanted to go to Carousel, so alas. I couldn’t get her anything really. Oh, and perfume, I wanted to get her perfume. It’s materialistic, I know, but she has so few reminders of me, while she left me with so many. As well as a feeble attempt for me to copy her Chinese name and numerous signatures. But now I’m left feeling guilty, but this is not the end! I shall go to Singapore whenever the pain becomes unbearable (be that half a year or a year and a half) and I shall make it up to her then! Oh how special I shall make her feel, and how much she will have to brag about to her friends.
Anyway, rambling now, but baby? I love you. Remember that, ‘kay? Muacks <3
And to the rest of my reading audience, take care my dear friends! God bless you all.
PS: Photos to be uploaded soon, keep your eyes peeled. Eww….
You know; it just occured to me (or rather, this is the first time I’ve considered putting it in writing) that Ivy and I broke a relationship rule. (after 20 minutes of searching through my email…) "The first time thou kiss, it shalt not be in bed" or something or rather. Well guess what. The first time Ivy and I kissed was when I caught her off guard, holding her in bed. No inundation, just an innocent kiss.
Anyway, last night we went to see Mr and Mrs Smith. Yes, I did watch the movie, even if I forgot the ending. Admittedly, however, I missed some small portion of it because I was too busy cuddling Ivy, who had lifted the armrest so she could lie on my lap and be fed popcorn. We had more than half the jumbo box left- possibly because we were kissing so frequently and salt doesn’t taste nice :P
Yay! We also took Neoprints, omigosh the machines are old compared to Singapore, but hey, Neoprints! Can’t go wrong when you’ve got a gorgeous supermodel kissing your cheek and turning the picture into 16 stickers which you put all over everywhere. Meep!
I’m also slightly better at basketball than her, I got 6 hoops, she got 3. Lol we suck, don’t we? Swish~ Unfortunately, airhockey was out of service, but otherwise I would have totally kicked ass. [deleted sentence here] w00t.
It was really nice though, we arranged the time with Mum to have some space before and after the movie. We ended up feeding eachother cookies and cream on a warm waffle with whipped cream and maple syrup. It made my tummy upset =( But then Ivy kissed me aaaaaaaall better and we bought Ice Lemon Tea~ Ocean~!!
Not following? I don’t blame you. This is more of a "I’m going to look back in a hundred years and giggle at myself" entry. Giggle now John, giggle I say! *giggles*
Wooooo Ivy’s so hot. Jko’j wek fuhvosk daffcoj kee~ SCORE! GO TEH JOHN MEISTER!!!
PS: Yes, I’m strange, that’s just a fact of life. Get over it Mark (and anybody else who cares)
In one word, how could I describe Ivy? Perfect.
She’s an angel. She’s the most beautiful creature to grace the planet, and she fell asleep in my arms. It was the most.. beautiful day of my life. We went to Kings Park and walked around together, played on the playgrounds and kissed on the swings. We climbed the double helix staircase and rode around in buses, almost never letting each other’s hands go. We splashed water and chased ducks, we made wishes at the well and whispered to one another through the "magic wall", and we came home together. We lay in bed (no, not after hot, passionate sex before you think it), cradling one another and whispering promises. Every moment I treasured, every part of me she touched became warm and heavy, I was filled with this.. well for lack of a better word, it was like love flowed through my body, warming every part of me. I held her close, we kissed (she’s an amazing kisser -w00t)
We really are the one in million. We were told it wouldn’t happen, but now, I don’t see how anything could stop us. Except that big-ass ocean over there, but hey, we’ve survived this far, we’ll survive a lot more. Meep. I love you Ivy.
Oh my God, Ivy is…
I have to tell you… Gosh, I walked through the doors of the Kings Hotel and waited for a while. I asked the dude at the counter if it was the foyer, he looked at me like I had a bomb. I was nervous, my heart was beating a tattoo into my chest, I had no idea what to expect, what I would say, what it would be like…
And then there she was. Ivy. Ivy Wong Ai Hui of Woodlands Singapore. She ran to me and knocked me back as I clutched her dearly to my heart. We squeezed one another tightly, whispering words into each other’s ears. I didn’t cry, I wasn’t confrotned by tears, just happiness. I knew nothing more than Ivy Wong was in my arms. I feel lonely now without her, but God, oh Lord, I’m looking forward to our next meeting so much. It was the most breathtaking day of my life.
She didn’t let me kiss her at first, she wanted it to be natural. And so I refrained, and kissed her cheek, her hair, whatever part of her I could. She took me by the hands with a sheepish smile and led me to the couch. There she sat down, I followed, and she lay her head gently over my heart. She could feel it beating, and I slowed it as I held her gently. Stroking her hair, rubbing her arm, just whispering to her. It was a dream, but it didn’t matter. Enjoying it was all that mattered.
We eventually went up to her room, she showered me with seuveniers (sp?) and we just hugged each other. Holding hands when we couldn’t hug, we raced down the stairs to beat the elevator. We took the train, holding one another preciously the whole time, she put perfume on my chest and on hers. She smelt so lovely. I remember she smelt like shampoo! Lol then she got the perfume, "Paris Hilton" perfume. Pssht, I don’t like her, but it smelt so beautiful on her. I can remember curling my fingers in her hair and kissing her forehead, cheeks, everything, just kissing her softly.
I fed her, spooning ice cream and mushrooms into her mouth. I held her, I felt her in my arms, Lord, I love her. I love her so much, beyond words.
Oh God, she’s real… She’s real… I don’t need to pretend or imagine anymore, I’ve felt her in my arms. I’ve felt her breath in my ear, the warmth of her touch, her soft lips against mine, everything I’ve dreamed of.
The following morning…
Was she really here? Did she come last night? Yes, I think so… I kissed her. *breaks into a slow smile* Yes… Yes, I kissed her. I felt her soft, wet lips against mine. My heart was, and is beating harder at the memory. She was here… *closes his eyes, whispering* I held Ivy in my arms last night, I cradled her in bed and kissed her and stroked her hair… Yes… *smiles* She was here.
You know. I couldn’t sleep last night. Not more than a few hours. All the while I was awake, I was thinking of Ivy, and all the while I was asleep, I was dreaming of her. She’s real, isn’t she? Yes, dear blog, she is. I know she is. I rolled around for a while this morning laughing to myself, and how I thanked God for this blessing. I… I just… I love her so much. And at last, I’ve kept my promise and told her that myself.
I’ll hopefully see her again tonight at the piano concert, and I’ll spend as much of my weekend with her as I can. My heart still flutters at the thought that she’s real, and mine, and that I’ve kissed her. Ooo kiss! Kissie kissie~! Lol okay I’m going to go before I start flying around the room and giving random people hugs, so take care then. God Ivy’s beautiful. <3