non-existent

It was beautiful.

He gave the violin a voice of its own – a voice to speak of what he could not, and would not.

He fed the violin with his soul as it told the story of his life. From that moment onwards, his violin was no longer pieces of wood glued together, but a being on its own. He poured out his soul, bit by bit, fueling it on to tell his story.

It started as a little jig in D major, with occasional accents here and there, just like his childhood days. Gradually, it modulated to F minor with striking resemblances to a particular Bach prelude. It was not without some cynicism that he remarked how it also held stark resemblance to his teenage years. Indeed, it was but a prelude to the grand sonata in C major that magnificently illustrated the golden years of his life. The chords crashed incessantly, but they eventually diminuendoed and became a peaceful humoresque, musing at the past 70 years of his life. As the humoresque slowed down, it mutated into a grotesque requiem, unnoticed till the last second.

He held the leading note as long as he could to the imaginary orchestra’s dominant seventh chord, for he knew the next note would be his last. But like all other stories, his, too, eventually came to an end. As the last note died away, the last petal of the rose wilted and drifted away into the night sky, the moon shining dimly through the thick clouds.

But the stars refused to shine.
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I developed a Ms Ku analogy into a 200-word thing! Holy cow. Can’t believe Xinyu tried to make it into some Kdrama plot thing -.- But apparently nobody understands what I’m talking about

Career day wasn’t exactly very exciting, considering how many of us already did our own research. Hm. I must say the most fun part of the whole day was experimenting with paper planes in class and going high over throwing planes all over the place during lunch. Heh.
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I’ve come to realize that I’m generally misrepresented.

Apparently the whole world thinks I’m some emo kid or something like that. And I resent that.

I acknowledge that I have a different way of thinking as compared to most people. Differences in ethos. Which is why I usually find interest in people who share similar ethos, since they don’t come by often. Back to the point. Indeed I look at things from a different point of view, but I don’t see how it’s wrong. Perhaps it’s different as compared to most people in society, but who says the majority is always correct?

I voice opinions. I voice my displeasures. I voice my thoughts. I say things that may upset people. I say things that offend people. I often fail to consider how people may feel when I say things to them. I often fail to consider the consequences of my words. But I speak the truth. The truth, the truth, and nothing but the truth.

Society today has made us into a group of people who refuse to accept the truth. It has somehow become a societal norm to be what they call ‘polite’. Interesting little word there. When you say something that others may not want to hear, it’s ‘impolite’. Whether or not it’s the truth is secondary, or perhaps even a non-issue altogether. This is what society has done – it has made us into pricks who only want to listen to people say nice things about us. We dismiss people who actually step us to tell us what we did wrong as ‘bitches’, ‘nit-pickers’, ‘rude’, ‘insensitive’, and sometimes even ‘biased’.

So that’s exactly what I’ve been doing. Going up to people and telling the truth. Nothing but the truth. Saying nothing but the truth. Yet, they can’t accept it. Simply because they’ve been so pampered and spoilt by the society into believing that the world is a beautiful place that they no longer believe anything that contradicts their pretty little image of a perfect world.

I’m not saying that I’m right, I’m just saying that it seems like nobody has tried to consider the probability of them being wrong.
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Chances slip past you like sand seeps through your fingers.

Can’t believe I released my grip so soon, yet I can’t remember why I tightened my grip in the first place.