/ 12:47:00 AM

D'SHELVED: Utopia



In case you haven't noticed by now, I absolutely love word play. Beautifully strung sentences are music to my ears. It leaves me mesmerized. It diminishes my speech patterns to monosyllabic oohs and aahs.



Be that as it may, it would take so much more than pretty words or high-falootin' ones to earn someone a spot on my "OMG-Could This Get Any More Beautiful-You Absolutely Have To Read This" List. After all, semantics could be very deceiving.



Coz when I read essays or reviews or blogs or commentaries, I want the words to talk to me, to pull me in. To make me laugh or tickle me silly. To resonate with me on some level. To make me give a f*ck about the person behind the words. To lure me just enough to keep me coming back for more. To paint me a picture, any picture. Coz I want imagery to go with the piece. I want the words to humanize the entire experience.



Otherwise, on to the next I go. Coz I have no patience for words that don't speak to me -- for words that remain passive. All I see are results of various consonant-vowel-consonant permutations that form intelligible words. But words shoddily thrown beside each other? Gibberish, I'd say. It will only give me a freakin' headache. And I can tell you that my take on that is based on experience.



Coz when I read stories or novels, I don't just read. I internalize. I don't want to be on the opposite side of the pages. Hell, no! I wanna be on the same page the characters are. I want the words to come alive and pull me in on the action. To merely sympathize with a character would not be enough. There has to be something more than that. I wouldn't want it any other way.



I want to be every character. To hear the gears in their brain click into motion. To hear their thoughts as if they were my very own. To feel their pain tugging at my gutstrings. To feel their emotions travel the length of their bodies. I want to be in perfect sync with them as their throats bubble up in laughter. And I want to be able to cry their tears for them as well.



Yes, I want time to stop as I fall further into their universe, leaving me breathless with anticipation and heady from the sheer intensity. I want to ride the waves with them until everything comes crashing down in a deafening crescendo. And until I hear the ebb fade away into distant memory.



By this point, I would've been reduced to a state of semi-catatonia as I freefall back to reality, realizing that the wheels of time did not cease on turning and it was just all in my head. Like a mindblowing dream that seemed all too real to be just that.



That, to me, is how the art of reading should be experienced. Anything less than that dilutes the euphoria. Anything less than that and I may have to think that perhaps you haven't really read at all.

PROFILE: I am blah from class here and is born on 00/00/00, time. and so love me like this. I was so cute, I am totally an element that you'd never ever known, you can;t find it in the periodic table cause no one has even found it- I explode in your face just like potassium when it touches water, it's really explosive, you should really run away first before I do spark into flames and burn you alive! I love blasting my music as well, when love sync (elissa) let me hear Cry-Rihanna, i have been like addicted to it like drugs- oh wait. it's worse than drugs, it's better, more addictive than drugs. listen to that song! and this is one of my last blogskin that i will produce until the EOYs of 2008, cause i flunked Biology, ARGHS! OMG I SURE DIE LIKE !@#$% and i am emo now like under ltos of peer pressure and bad seniors.



having been in hwa chong institution (just like make it long so you can preview a long post or wad that fits right down underneath which i think i shall crap all day today) my eyes have been wanting to close since 20:00 (8PM)), I was so tired, cause the syllabus in hwachong is really so hard that no one can sleep really well. The new CSE classes (aka. Centre for Scholaristic Excellence) and is also known for it's famous nickname Cannot Sleep Everyday or Early. Is like even the teachers know, so the homework is reduced, but it's like OMG! will die, this year already so hard, next year i say "die!" mati already lar. arghs!NEXT, A RIOT OF COLORS, WHAT DO YOU THINK OF ME. AND I KNOW THAT I BRUISE EASILY. LEAP OF FATE LIKE i never know and i'm learning to fly and a safety net to cushion the blow. and i feel so suicidal and note "I BRUISE EASILY" and be gentle when you handle me.




hello once again, i have been having nightmares,no one is doing work for my project , whcih is true. supposed to do "family planning" is like whatever lar, when will we be able to use it not like very soon we are gonna have kids, settle down, earn money have NSman relief or whatsoever or even Children Relief, is like wtf. I am eating CIGAR ROLLS, they are vilina flavoured and jsut finished my bowl of ice cream which tasted so mixed, haha btu it was ncie to me (: I like mix of flavours liek suddenly a RIOT of colors and A EXPLOSION of taste! I mean like it's really impactful come to think about it, and cause my project has to be handed in by friday so i shall rush typign finish this retarded paragraph. like hello! ello! buhello! darkdegree will go on HIATUS soon. and i am so emo, i feel like slashing my wrist now, it's true adn don't look down on me for that i know people discriminate.

see you there at hiatus land.

/ 12:47:00 AM

D'SHELVED: Utopia



In case you haven't noticed by now, I absolutely love word play. Beautifully strung sentences are music to my ears. It leaves me mesmerized. It diminishes my speech patterns to monosyllabic oohs and aahs.



Be that as it may, it would take so much more than pretty words or high-falootin' ones to earn someone a spot on my "OMG-Could This Get Any More Beautiful-You Absolutely Have To Read This" List. After all, semantics could be very deceiving.



Coz when I read essays or reviews or blogs or commentaries, I want the words to talk to me, to pull me in. To make me laugh or tickle me silly. To resonate with me on some level. To make me give a f*ck about the person behind the words. To lure me just enough to keep me coming back for more. To paint me a picture, any picture. Coz I want imagery to go with the piece. I want the words to humanize the entire experience.



Otherwise, on to the next I go. Coz I have no patience for words that don't speak to me -- for words that remain passive. All I see are results of various consonant-vowel-consonant permutations that form intelligible words. But words shoddily thrown beside each other? Gibberish, I'd say. It will only give me a freakin' headache. And I can tell you that my take on that is based on experience.



Coz when I read stories or novels, I don't just read. I internalize. I don't want to be on the opposite side of the pages. Hell, no! I wanna be on the same page the characters are. I want the words to come alive and pull me in on the action. To merely sympathize with a character would not be enough. There has to be something more than that. I wouldn't want it any other way.



I want to be every character. To hear the gears in their brain click into motion. To hear their thoughts as if they were my very own. To feel their pain tugging at my gutstrings. To feel their emotions travel the length of their bodies. I want to be in perfect sync with them as their throats bubble up in laughter. And I want to be able to cry their tears for them as well.



Yes, I want time to stop as I fall further into their universe, leaving me breathless with anticipation and heady from the sheer intensity. I want to ride the waves with them until everything comes crashing down in a deafening crescendo. And until I hear the ebb fade away into distant memory.



By this point, I would've been reduced to a state of semi-catatonia as I freefall back to reality, realizing that the wheels of time did not cease on turning and it was just all in my head. Like a mindblowing dream that seemed all too real to be just that.



That, to me, is how the art of reading should be experienced. Anything less than that dilutes the euphoria. Anything less than that and I may have to think that perhaps you haven't really read at all.