10:22 and I'm debilitated.

de·bil·i·tate   
[dih-bil-i-teyt]
–verb (used with object), -tat·ed, -tat·ing.
to make weak or feeble; enfeeble: The siege of pneumonia debilitated her completely.

My new favourite poem.

The Lily by William Blake

















The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,
The humble sheep a threat'ning horn:
While the Lily white shall in love delight,
Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright.

Blogging to announce that I have finished reading The Return of the King, so concluding my Lord of the Rings adventure. :')

I was quite sad when I read the last sentence, really, something that has been such a large part of my life just suddenly ended. But, like I said before, I'll definitely re-read when I grow older.
I'm quite happy for Sam. :)

'Well, here at last, dear friends, on the shores of the Sea comes the end of our fellowship in Middle-earth. Go in peace! I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil.'

But Sam turned to Bywater, and so came back up the Hill, as day was ending once more. And he went on, and there was yellow light, and fire within; and the evening meal was ready, and he was expected. And Rose drew him in, and set him in his chair, and put little Elanor upon his lap.
He drew a deep breath. "Well, I'm back," he said.

Sometimes I wish for falling, wish for the release
Wish for falling through the air to give me some relief
Because falling's not the problem, when I'm falling I'm at peace
It's only when I hit the ground it causes all the grief

Listening to Florence and the Machine, which makes me content.
I've realized that my mixpod has issues, so I'll fix it sometime soon.

Bye, readers!

P.S.
Reading Tree and Leaf by Tolkein now!
Will post quotes.

Good afternoon, my lovelies!
Take a listen to:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wpw-X93pglg
Baby, she's a wild thing!
Also, here's one of my favourite songs at the moment.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eo6IfoD1NHI

Go without,
Till the need seeps in
You low animal,
Collect your novel petals for the stem.

And glow.
Glow.
Melt and flow.
Eviscerate your fragile frame.
And spill it out on ragged floor.
A thousand different versions of yourself.

And if the old guards still offend,
They got nothing left on which you depend.
So enlist every ounce
Of your bright blood.
And off with their heads.

Jump from the hook.
You're not obliged to swallow anything you despise.
See, those unrepenting buzzards want your life,
And they got no right.
As sure as you have eyes,
They got no right.

Just put yourself in my new shoes.
And see that I do all I do.
Because the old guard still offends.
(Their pudgy hearts and slimy hands)
They got nothing left on which we depend.
So enlist every ounce
Of your bright blood.
And off with their heads.

Jump from the hook.
You're not obliged to swallow anything you despise,
That you despise.
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I ditched violin and came to the computer to pointlessly browse around facebook at usual.
I decided I would quit zipping up and down the home page looking at peoples' conversations and come to my blog instead which is quite blatantly my 'digital sanctuary'.

I was talking to my mom earlier and had the strange feeling that my eyes weren't open wide enough. Those of you who know that I am in fact, Asian, I am not making a stereotypical joke. I'm being very honest.
I thought to myself it was probably because I had an overlapping eyelid from lack of sleep (I don't even know if that makes sense to you but it does to me so I'm cool with the phrase 'overlapping eyelid'), but then later came up with a theory that maybe it was because there was so much more of the world that I was missing, and not seeing. Once I saw something that was beautiful, something really beautiful, my eyes would open more and I would really be seeing. Don't know how that's going to happen though.
I've realized that the three bands I'm currently very into all have animals in their names.
Seabear
Band of horses
Noah and the whale
Haha, funny how that happens!
Thus, I decided to draw those three animals in my artbook. Struggling with the horse. I want to sketch a nice cuddly pony with a gorgeous blond mane swept over the front nose and face, but I haven't got the skills, sadly.

I have had a change of attitude regarding basketball.
Instead of sulking about 'not being good enough' I'm going to go shoot hoops every day of the holiday, starting from tomorrow. This, my friends, is good attitude and an admirable trait I've found in myself.
Sort of still sulking right now and have been eating comfort food (homemade cookies, yum) all day but I will accomplish what I've planned and I will be proud of myself, just like how I was proud for showing up and giving it my all.
Bye guys, dinner time!