Happy New Year!

Its already Jan 5Th, but I'd like to post something about the new year, so happy new year readers!


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2009...



You are now a memory. Still fresh and stinging, but all in the past now.



2009... you were cruel and cold. You were fiery and fierce. You had your ways. You were gentler than no other, most wise, sound, sharp, sweet...







Now, you are gone.







A pale few years came to pass, and so did you. And at the end of you, I had the most interesting revelations I've ever had.







So, I thank you.







I'll also add...







WHY TEHFUK WERE YOU SO GODDAMNED ANNOYING ALL YEAR ROUND?!?! HURH?!?!







Don't bother answering anymore rhetorical questions. Just don't.







Happy New Year everyone!







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Tons of things happened. Countless thoughts have run through my mind for the past year, most of which are impossible to document, even comment on. Most of those thoughts were fearful. I braved through it. I know I did. To some extent. Right? Right???





Today, I'm going to go to Krabi, Thailand with Rach until the 8th. Flying off in less than 12 hours. Warnings have been heard and taken to heart. Will watch out for unruly weather, strange people, rough waters and curious treats. Will be careful and look out for each other. Ich. Can I get a blessing, anyone? Heh.





I'm excited. I'm excited enough to feel queasy. Then again, the queasiness may have come from the new year -- I haven't been myself. I feel so disturbed. I feel out of place, awkward, ruffled. Much like a night's sleep on the wrong side of the bed, somewhat.





For every new year, there's always some little enlightenment that I'm blessed with when waking up in the morning. For that, I am grateful. How long it has been since I had a normal day, or a good night's sleep for that matter? I sleep into the afternoon, but the sleep is not always the glorified rest I want. For this past holiday, that sleep has been really going haywire. Its upsetting my waking life a little.





Moving on, I can use this post to explain my short absence from the internet over the holidays.





From the 27th December 2009 to 30th December 2009, I went to Kota Kinabalu to climb Mount Kinabalu.





What An Experience That Was.

Recognise this?!

Pain. Thirst. Cold. Hot. Pain. Wind. Sun. Steps. More Pain. Rope. Steep. Climb. Yet more pain. More steps. Tired. Yet more steps. PAIN.

But Beautiful.

Mom said that the weather was the best there was: No rain, all sun and shine, not too hot or cold, clear skies, perfect for the sunrise. Said that we were lucky. I concur.

I shall continue this story another time. Will be back on the 8th to post more about Mt. Kinabalu together with Krabi, Thailand. For now, I must sleep.

Its 2:47 AM. Clocking out. Please be safe everyone, wherever you are.

Love,

ViatoretVenus

Thursday, 17th December 2009, 2:46 AM

Clocking in.

WEll.

DAMn

Its such a hassle.

Things ne'er change.

And I mean, its just fine when they don't change. You could keep living the way you like without having to try something new, whether for better or worse or simply the heckovit. And even if things DO change, you wouldn't be so stubborn as to stay right as the way you are without changing, right? Right?

I apologize. Maybe a bit more like this:

The objects in which you desire often depict some aspect of yourself. As do objects you despise. But if you were in a balanced state, a state of harmony and peace, equal servings of pleasure and displeasure, what would you do? Would you continue to live exactly like that, a balanced state, or would you push one way or the other, or would you already be so numb and unfazed to this perspctive that you wouldn't care?

Angry, yeah man, but this is how it goes.

But I'm trying to enjoy my days. I try.

No. Enjoyment 'int not the word namoore. Possibly...

Though I really am enjoying my read of Chaucer. I love the accent I'm getting from it. How bout you guys? xD

Alright, there's some pages about a dead guy in a cart of dung, but I can't help but get a sense of satire when I read it aloud, really.

And it does take a while to get the hang of the words, but you really get to exercise your facial muscles a good deal by reading Chaucer. (Am I saying... its healthy?)

Its 3:07 AM on a Thursday morning, and I am up blogging.

Before the chance leaves me, I'll say this.

LOVE PEACE AND HARMONY

lol

On another note, I'd like to cut back on saying/typing these words as the first word of any sentence:

1. Oh
2. Sigh
3. So
4. Yeah
5. And
6. Well
7. Hm(mmmmmm)
8. Okay
9. (swear-word)

That last one is the hardest!

But no! I don't think I could do without those starter words! I mean, they make up some sense of style for a blogger, you know? It would just take the life out of these words, you know? You understand, don't you fellow reader? Every single word counts, y'know?! I mean, there's gotta be some sense of originality and expression to each individual, and each one of us has got to use their choice of words to tell the story, yknow? 'Cuz that's how they do things, y'know! What words they choose is what they want to express, y'KNOW???/?//?

(Readers, I hope you are taking this the right way...)

Moving on in latest updates on planet Vivien (damn that sounds weird), unrest is at a steady climb in contrast to the crashing economy. Procrastination is at its best, with sky-rocketing numbers, while trees and birds are falling down down down. The planet itself is stressed from global warming and ruthless solar flares.

There's also a personal statement due, a biology essay, a reading assignment, a shopping list, some things to do, messy hair, presents to buy, presents to get, parties...

...aaaaand Rach is coming back! =D

Once again, Malaysia will be plunged into sweet turmoil as soon as that plane touches the tarmac of that airstrip. Malaysia will feel only a light tremor at first, kind, gentle even. But it won't be long before Malaysia realises that it is she that has returned to her mother-land... parties will be had, music will be played, songs will be sung, hearts will be strummed, nights will be hung... and talk of the adventures had in the Western lands.

Look forward to you coming home =D

Well, its 4:02 AM. Should I sleep? Perhaps.

I haven't had a good sleeping schedule since...

Well, off to bed now. Sleep and dream, world.

Love,

ViatoretVenus

Hedgehogs

Edit: I just noticed... 3 hedgehogs... could it be?! Which one is which?! From left to right, Shadow, being moody, then Silver being clueless, and Sonic just being happy... omg lol

<3

ViatoretVenus

P.S. ...exams over, am I too ecstatic to the point that I don't feel any different?

lol. Anyway. This is what's happening.




And, if you're a Sonic fan like me, and/or like/hate this Sonic game too, or you are brave enough to venture and explore and watch the video anyways, here.



...another for the road. Absolute genius:



<3

Assay the Essay

They say to assay the essay!

Frankly, this took me quite a while to prepare
But in one sitting, its all worth it when there's ideas to spare

Reader
Will you forgive me?

The bleeping printer is such a dear
That always when my deadline draws near
Nothing happens, credit disappears

No more
Than a thousand words

Its not that I haven't the time
Or have no interest
But simply because I type too much
Of words which I'm better off less

Digression
Is our sin

Does this style
Seem familiar now?
Or was it Tone, Rhythm, Pace, Setting, Effect?
Now now, I won't rush this
Don't want the climax too soon a finish

Assay
The essay(s)

O wouldst thou hadst lended me thine ear
To the whine of this poor fellow's fears
And charged 'im as 'a wept thus:
"Forgive me, I doth protest too much"

Ask
No questions

Here is the line in which I was simply compelled
To type this spontaneous little rhyme:
"Behind me! You! Again-..." from Night Sweat by Robert Lowell

Tragedy
Is our play

I failed to mention this problem of mine
Or have I? Not again, I'm out of time!

Reader
Please forgive me.

I say: Assay this essay! =D

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What could I do? The title was stuck in my head. True story. All of them.

Love,

ViatoretVenus

I just realised...

I don't need it.

See how that screws up things.

Love,

ViatoretVenus