My wonderful followers!
The day has come...
I will now officially close this blog. From this day forth, I will no longer update this blog with new posts or whatsoever. The url will still remain functional, but only as a window to my past self.
It has been wonderful to have expressed my thoughts and feelings on this medium for the past 6 years. There have been times of joy and sadly a large dump of sadness and sorrow in this blog. I would have prefered a much more cheery blog HAHA! But whatever it is, it is nothing but a remnant, if not shard of my past self, a memory of what has been. It would be very very misleading if I used the word memory LOL!
With this, I leave my parting words.
Live, Learn, Grow....
Yours Sincerely,
Blablabla Monster
Tuesday, 1 January 2013
Wednesday, 12 December 2012
Hello my followers. If there are any left...
I've had a great day today.
My grandparents came to town, I brought them around. We went to I12, had some food and I entertained them the whole afternoon, showing them my room where I study. Yes I know. That fascinates them. I also showed them the online course I'm doing. OH! YES and I played piano this mornign! it was great! I'm so thankful i didnt have to start nocturne all over again! I really hope I can master the piece soon!
Anyways, Now for the important news.
The time has come.
I will be moving to tumblr soon.
So yeah.
Wait.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not closing down this blog!
I'm just going to slowly make the transition and move to tumblr.
After 6 years of running this blog, I think it's time to move to a new domain. I've started a few posts there and reblogs. I need time to get used to the new interface etc.
Blogger is a really neat thing to use. I like the ease in putting up posts and stuff.
Tumblr is a bit... hmmm... less word friendly I would say.
Blogger definitely has an edge in terms of personalization and customization, but it lacks in terms of reblogging and reposting, something unique to tumblr?
Or maybe I just don't know how to use blogger HAHA
It's been a joy writing for such a long time, and I'm really thankful I kept the blog despite all the different reasons I've had to delete this blog. This blog is a portal, a collection of memories I've had for the past 6 years.
To be honest, I can't really remember most of the "memories" i've stored here HAHA
But some of them, I definitely do!
Now. I'm not really very creative with urls. So yeah. It's freaking obvious what url it is.
It nice to keep the legacy going. So yes. it's DAMN OBVIOUS what the url is.
I won't put it up here.
But eventually I would, once the transition period ends.
This blog will continue functioning and running for perhaps till the end of this year?
I would want to end it off with my 18th birthday with a long post.
Oh. Erm and the person who's reading this blog regularly, it would be nice if you could follow me on tumblr and move along with the transition. I would really appreciate it.
I won't lie. I'm looking forward to you following me on tumblr. It's kind of the start of a new beginning? But yeah. I know the drill. Don't hope too much, don't be disappointed if you don't and stuff. I can handle it. I wouldnt do something which i can't handle. right? Nevermind. I'll leave it up to you.
Ok so I'm going to end of this post now.
Good night! and Good morning!
I've had a great day today.
My grandparents came to town, I brought them around. We went to I12, had some food and I entertained them the whole afternoon, showing them my room where I study. Yes I know. That fascinates them. I also showed them the online course I'm doing. OH! YES and I played piano this mornign! it was great! I'm so thankful i didnt have to start nocturne all over again! I really hope I can master the piece soon!
Anyways, Now for the important news.
The time has come.
I will be moving to tumblr soon.
So yeah.
Wait.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not closing down this blog!
I'm just going to slowly make the transition and move to tumblr.
After 6 years of running this blog, I think it's time to move to a new domain. I've started a few posts there and reblogs. I need time to get used to the new interface etc.
Blogger is a really neat thing to use. I like the ease in putting up posts and stuff.
Tumblr is a bit... hmmm... less word friendly I would say.
Blogger definitely has an edge in terms of personalization and customization, but it lacks in terms of reblogging and reposting, something unique to tumblr?
Or maybe I just don't know how to use blogger HAHA
It's been a joy writing for such a long time, and I'm really thankful I kept the blog despite all the different reasons I've had to delete this blog. This blog is a portal, a collection of memories I've had for the past 6 years.
To be honest, I can't really remember most of the "memories" i've stored here HAHA
But some of them, I definitely do!
Now. I'm not really very creative with urls. So yeah. It's freaking obvious what url it is.
It nice to keep the legacy going. So yes. it's DAMN OBVIOUS what the url is.
I won't put it up here.
But eventually I would, once the transition period ends.
This blog will continue functioning and running for perhaps till the end of this year?
I would want to end it off with my 18th birthday with a long post.
Oh. Erm and the person who's reading this blog regularly, it would be nice if you could follow me on tumblr and move along with the transition. I would really appreciate it.
I won't lie. I'm looking forward to you following me on tumblr. It's kind of the start of a new beginning? But yeah. I know the drill. Don't hope too much, don't be disappointed if you don't and stuff. I can handle it. I wouldnt do something which i can't handle. right? Nevermind. I'll leave it up to you.
Ok so I'm going to end of this post now.
Good night! and Good morning!
Tuesday, 11 December 2012
My first attempt at writing a story.
I had a brainwave just before I was about to sleep.
I haven't exactly been sleeping well the past few days.....
I just kept thinking of things and all sorts of stuff...
I apologized for this disjointed section of my blog post.
I'm really tired now having written out the "story"
So yeah. Enjoy.
“Can I buy it?”, asked the timid boy, staring blankly at the old man behind the makeshift stall.
The old man breathed heavily, obviously tired from a long day’s of work, not that he had any work to do at all. He shifted his weight, propping himself up to see the young visitor, the chair creaking as he did so. His shop was just made out of a broken wooden table at the corner of a lonely alley, where few would even walk past.
“Is this what you want son?”, the old man said, as he lifted up a small greenish crystal ball. He brought it up to his eye level, looked at it closely and looked back at the boy.
“Yes” replied the boy.
The old man took out a dirty rag and polished the crystal ball. It wasn’t an ordinary crystal ball. The grapefruit sized thing had a mysterious green shimmer every time light shone on it. The old man then passed the crystal ball to the boy.
The boy nervously took the peculiar object from the old man, and looked at it in wonder.
He then shifted to look carefully at the cardboard sign which the old man hung in front of his makeshift stall.
“Can it really make your dreams come true?” queried the boy.
“Yes it can.” replied the old man. The old man paused for a moment and then said “but at a price.”
The old man gestured the boy to move forward and have a seat beside him.
Let me tell you a story.
My stall used to be up in the main street, just down the road, in that burned down building. I used to have this giant shop with rows and rows shelves all stocked up with these little crystal balls. They came in different colours, each with a different use. Red for love, blue of career, yellow for happiness and many more. People used to come by my stall every day, to buy these magical pieces. It would grant them all their wishes, everything they hoped for. But, this would only work for a short while, maybe a year, maybe two? Sometimes five. Eventually this is what happened to them.
The old man then gestured at the group of beggars chasing after a horse carriage of a rich man who would come by town every evening.
They got their dreams all right, don’t get me wrong! But somehow, even the most profound magical objects have their limits. The world had its way fighting back. No magic can completely disrupt the natural order of the world.
“But why?”, wondered the boy.
The old man moved closer to the young boy and whispered, “Because they didn’t work for it. The things they wanted wasn’t even truly theirs to begin with. They didn’t go through the process of trial and error to find out what was meant to be theirs. And even if they got what was meant to be theirs, they never actually gone through the various trials of pain and setbacks to comprehend and appreciate the dreams they are living.”
The boy started to cry.
The old man took away the globe and put his two giant aged hands on the boys shoulders and said, ”My son, I cannot sell you this crystal ball. You have a long life to live. I want you to keep your head high and run! Run far and don’t stop! There’s much to see and much to learn. I want you to keep your dreams alive and run towards it. You will experience pain and joy, and sometimes even run the wrong way. But I want you to keep going. You will discover what your true dream is and eventually fulfil it.”
The boy wiped his tears and looked towards the sky, before turning back towards the old man. But there was nothing in front of him. The old man, the stall, the globe, it disappeared.
The boy turned away and ran.
Go my boy! Run far!
Now I can finally sleep. I'm too tired to think. Perfect time to sleep.
I had a brainwave just before I was about to sleep.
I haven't exactly been sleeping well the past few days.....
I just kept thinking of things and all sorts of stuff...
I apologized for this disjointed section of my blog post.
I'm really tired now having written out the "story"
So yeah. Enjoy.
“Can I buy it?”, asked the timid boy, staring blankly at the old man behind the makeshift stall.
The old man breathed heavily, obviously tired from a long day’s of work, not that he had any work to do at all. He shifted his weight, propping himself up to see the young visitor, the chair creaking as he did so. His shop was just made out of a broken wooden table at the corner of a lonely alley, where few would even walk past.
“Is this what you want son?”, the old man said, as he lifted up a small greenish crystal ball. He brought it up to his eye level, looked at it closely and looked back at the boy.
“Yes” replied the boy.
The old man took out a dirty rag and polished the crystal ball. It wasn’t an ordinary crystal ball. The grapefruit sized thing had a mysterious green shimmer every time light shone on it. The old man then passed the crystal ball to the boy.
The boy nervously took the peculiar object from the old man, and looked at it in wonder.
He then shifted to look carefully at the cardboard sign which the old man hung in front of his makeshift stall.
“Can it really make your dreams come true?” queried the boy.
“Yes it can.” replied the old man. The old man paused for a moment and then said “but at a price.”
The old man gestured the boy to move forward and have a seat beside him.
Let me tell you a story.
My stall used to be up in the main street, just down the road, in that burned down building. I used to have this giant shop with rows and rows shelves all stocked up with these little crystal balls. They came in different colours, each with a different use. Red for love, blue of career, yellow for happiness and many more. People used to come by my stall every day, to buy these magical pieces. It would grant them all their wishes, everything they hoped for. But, this would only work for a short while, maybe a year, maybe two? Sometimes five. Eventually this is what happened to them.
The old man then gestured at the group of beggars chasing after a horse carriage of a rich man who would come by town every evening.
They got their dreams all right, don’t get me wrong! But somehow, even the most profound magical objects have their limits. The world had its way fighting back. No magic can completely disrupt the natural order of the world.
“But why?”, wondered the boy.
The old man moved closer to the young boy and whispered, “Because they didn’t work for it. The things they wanted wasn’t even truly theirs to begin with. They didn’t go through the process of trial and error to find out what was meant to be theirs. And even if they got what was meant to be theirs, they never actually gone through the various trials of pain and setbacks to comprehend and appreciate the dreams they are living.”
The boy started to cry.
The old man took away the globe and put his two giant aged hands on the boys shoulders and said, ”My son, I cannot sell you this crystal ball. You have a long life to live. I want you to keep your head high and run! Run far and don’t stop! There’s much to see and much to learn. I want you to keep your dreams alive and run towards it. You will experience pain and joy, and sometimes even run the wrong way. But I want you to keep going. You will discover what your true dream is and eventually fulfil it.”
The boy wiped his tears and looked towards the sky, before turning back towards the old man. But there was nothing in front of him. The old man, the stall, the globe, it disappeared.
The boy turned away and ran.
Go my boy! Run far!
Now I can finally sleep. I'm too tired to think. Perfect time to sleep.
Wednesday, 5 December 2012
There will be feelings of sadness, feelings of regret, melancholy, despair, helplessness, emptiness, shock, anger, pessimism, pain, hurt, loss and all sorts.
All that, in a rojak of emotion of varying degrees, exploding spontaneously and creeping in slowly simultaneously.
But I will be strong.
The wounds would heal, and no scars would be left.
Only those beautiful memories and moments, left deep within our hearts.
We will eventually welcome a new dawn, and embark on our new journey.
We don't know where it would take us.
We don't know how it would turn out.
Only difference is that we on different boats now, sailing into the ocean of unknown.
I will be on my way, and so will you.
We started the journey together in hope of finding new land; to settle down.
Alas! It was not meant to be.
We've sailed through the stormiest of seas and seen the bluest of oceans, beneath the rays of the golden sub, under the twinkles of the starry night.
I'm glad we sailed through there.
I'm glad we did.
Goodbye my sweetheart, may we find a new place to sail to, except, on separate ships. <3
All that, in a rojak of emotion of varying degrees, exploding spontaneously and creeping in slowly simultaneously.
But I will be strong.
The wounds would heal, and no scars would be left.
Only those beautiful memories and moments, left deep within our hearts.
We will eventually welcome a new dawn, and embark on our new journey.
We don't know where it would take us.
We don't know how it would turn out.
Only difference is that we on different boats now, sailing into the ocean of unknown.
I will be on my way, and so will you.
We started the journey together in hope of finding new land; to settle down.
Alas! It was not meant to be.
We've sailed through the stormiest of seas and seen the bluest of oceans, beneath the rays of the golden sub, under the twinkles of the starry night.
I'm glad we sailed through there.
I'm glad we did.
Goodbye my sweetheart, may we find a new place to sail to, except, on separate ships. <3
I want to cry but I can't and I shouldn't.
I really don't want to split up...
I don't want to ;(
It hurts real bad...
But I have to.
No point clinging on to something that doesn't work out.
It could work out, but it hasn't.
I can't help but keep thinking back on all the wonderful times.
The feeling of you in my arms, your touch, your smell.
The way you smile...
All the little things we would do together
The small little things which matter and were special to us.
Those were good times.
Thinking about these things would make me smile.
But once reality dawns upon me, all this would just be a thing of the past.
Another fragment of what has been.
I suddenly realize that all this would not be what would be.
All the could haves, going to, would bes...
No more... There would be no more...
I would long for your presence, physical or not.
I'm sure you would too...
We'll be missing each other a lot...
I don't know what else to say/type...
Perhaps I'll just end off with silence
Because only you would understand what it means, just like how we sat together, looking at the stars and moon, oblivious to our surroundings on that bench on that lovely night...
I love you.....
Silence
I really don't want to split up...
I don't want to ;(
It hurts real bad...
But I have to.
No point clinging on to something that doesn't work out.
It could work out, but it hasn't.
I can't help but keep thinking back on all the wonderful times.
The feeling of you in my arms, your touch, your smell.
The way you smile...
All the little things we would do together
The small little things which matter and were special to us.
Those were good times.
Thinking about these things would make me smile.
But once reality dawns upon me, all this would just be a thing of the past.
Another fragment of what has been.
I suddenly realize that all this would not be what would be.
All the could haves, going to, would bes...
No more... There would be no more...
I would long for your presence, physical or not.
I'm sure you would too...
We'll be missing each other a lot...
I don't know what else to say/type...
Perhaps I'll just end off with silence
Because only you would understand what it means, just like how we sat together, looking at the stars and moon, oblivious to our surroundings on that bench on that lovely night...
I love you.....
Silence