Realism

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psychosot — Thu, 12 May 2011 12:46:36 +0000

hi people, don’t bother coming back here. i’ve found somewhere better to post my mindless ramblings and strange visions, away from your judging eyes. and i’m not coming back.

Perfection

psychosot — Mon, 11 Apr 2011 15:51:12 +0000

His cello strings were stained red. Blood red.

But it didn’t matter. Not to him, anyway. It was more important to finish that concerto. The tricky trills and rapid upward-moving scales. The expressive, mellow, singing melody lines played with wide vibratos.

It was flawless. Of course it was. He had lost count of the hours he spent perfecting every single detail. He had lost count of the number of times he had lost himself in the piece, leading to temperamental fluctuations and lashing out at people around him. He had lost count of the number of times we woke up in the middle of the night, breaking out in cold sweat, from nightmares of the piece that haunted him.

But it was worth it, for this was everything he had imagined it to be. He could visualize a girl in the attic, looking at a broken mirror, crying for what would never be hers as he played the adagio section. He could see it. The way she shrieked in hysteria upon seeing the lifeless body on the wooden floor as he gradually increased the tempo, as the minims became semiquavers over a crescendo. It was so clear, in his mind, the way she pounded on the walls that slowly closed in on her, to the beat of his accented chords.

And how the fermata over the last note died away, along with her last plea for help.
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17 days. Miracles will happen after we put in hard work.

Fly

psychosot — Sun, 10 Apr 2011 12:50:48 +0000

Sometimes I cannot stand my parents. They complain that I’m not doing well enough in school, complain that I’m not getting decent grades to do them justice, and then they fucking can’t let me do my work in peace. And bother me with silly stuff like not being able to sign up for a skype account, not being able to download firefox, not being able to get speed dial to work in firefox, etc. Why the fuck is it my fault that you’re a prehistoric dinosaur who can’t seem to use the damn computer. Argh.

People still don’t GAF. SYF is 18 days away. We’ve talked to them nicely, we’ve scolded them, we’ve prep-talked them. And they still don’t GAF. What on earth am I supposed to do now. Am I supposed to scream in their ears. Am I supposed to cry again. Am I supposed to slap them and hope that they wake up. Am I supposed to tell them how bad we sound.

Or am I supposed to beg Ms Ku to cut everyone who doesn’t give a fuck out of SYF. The minimum number’s 12.

Happy ending

psychosot — Sat, 09 Apr 2011 16:21:07 +0000

Because when he read fairy tales, they always had happy endings. Everything always turned out just right. Everyone would realize that they were being assholes, and they’d all become good.

And as much as he knew that couldn’t happen in reality, he still wished it would. He held on tightly to that faith, for there was nothing else to hold on to when things just felt like they couldn’t get any worse.

But now was the time. The time to tell himself that miracles would happen. And he held on with all he had, for he knew that the moment he let go would be the moment he’d fall and never find himself again.
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We shall never give up on the tiny bit of hope still left in us. Nobody’s gna stop us from getting that GwH, bitches.

The passion burns within.

21

psychosot — Thu, 07 Apr 2011 14:39:04 +0000

It’s upsetting when people just don’t GAF.

It’s upsetting when you’re already desperately lacking time, and yet people don’t treasure the time they have.

I feel like screaming at all of them and giving up. But that’s irresponsible. They’re so many people we promised to stay strong for. We can’t give up, we can’t screw up.

Tomorrow will be the day where everything changes.

The passion burns within.

GAF

psychosot — Wed, 06 Apr 2011 14:07:45 +0000

It gets irritating when people don’t GAF about what means so much to you.

Suddenly feel motivated to work hard lol. If someone who claims to be lazy is like some straight A student, then I must be really damn cmi. Plus I’m already Y4, if now’s not the time to work hard, I really don’t know when I’m gonna actually do anything already.

22 days. Not all hope is lost. Now’s the time. Please stop the IDGAF attitude and you jolly well care.

Pillar of Strength

psychosot — Mon, 04 Apr 2011 17:13:08 +0000

I swore I’d stay strong and never fall, and I’m going to make sure it stays that way, no matter what happens.

Choking

psychosot — Sun, 03 Apr 2011 15:28:14 +0000

It’s at times like these that he forget to breathe.

Something just seemed to overcome him. All positive emotions was sucked out of him.

He couldn’t speak properly, his eyes felt moist.

Something just wasn’t right.

Smile

psychosot — Sun, 03 Apr 2011 14:35:59 +0000

I am thankful for friends who make my day even though they may not know it.

I am thankful for friends who I can trust to not bitch behind my back.

I am thankful for friends who don’t judge me.

I am thankful for friends who don’t try to change the way I think.

I am thankful for friends who can stand me rambling on and on.

Simply because they’re hard to come by.

Blind

psychosot — Sun, 03 Apr 2011 03:20:37 +0000

People always say love is blind. I beg to differ.

Rather than saying love is blind, why not simply say that infatuation dulls the senses? It’s not love that makes you lose your rationality. It’s not love that makes you do all sorts of silly and ridiculous things. It’s not love that makes you act on impulse before you can think properly. It’s infatuation.

Infatuation is short-term. Infatuation makes your blood rush to your head. Infatuation makes you lose your rationality. Infatuation basically makes you stupid. All that is not love, it’s infatuation.

And you’ll regret everything you did once the feeling wears off.