Emo

What is this feeling of overwhelming sadness, this wave of pain washing over me. The mere thought of it makes tears sting my eye. No, not here. I’m not going to cry in public, especially not on the bus. I can just feel those eyes behind me, staring, waiting for me to bring up my hands, to wipe away those persistant tears. I need to get a hold of myself. It’s just two more stops away. And then I can cry in peace, curl into a ball, wallow in misery. A little more, and I will be back in my sanctuary, my world, my space.

Focus, focus on something else, take my mind of things. Yes! The music being played by those idiots at the back of the bus! Finally of some use. But the rhythm is irritating the hell out of me.

Thump, thump, thump.

It sure is annoying. Wonder how they can stand those noise they call music. If he was here..

No! Stop it! Stop thinking of him! Damn it! I can feel those tears again. Close my eyes, that will stop those tears from flowing out.

But an image of him came into my mind. Those piercing eyes, his wind blown hair and that smile which always seemed to play on his lips. How can I ever forget, to think that I can hold back my emotions. I should know when to give up, to let go of the weight upon my shoulders and cuddle my bag and cry.

As my tears flowed relentlessly and I sobbed uncontrollably, I notice that the bus has passed my stop. Let it be then, let it be. All I want is to let my emotions engulf me.

Cel’s aureate

Cel comes from singapore, a little red dot amongst the vast lands and seas. She (yes, I’m a she) is random and temperemental so please overlook her wildfulness from time to time. Although she is easily amused, she gets bored quickly too. This is her channel of thoughts and ideas in writing so as to empty some of the things in her overly strained head.

Please leave constructive comments so as to help Cel come up with better works. Spam and destructive comments will definitely be laughed at and spreaded around and finally thrown to rot in eternal darkness.

Okay. A short introduction to the different sections in this blog. There is the “epilogue” where you can enlighten yourself with my words of wisdom (just kidding). Actually, it’s just a place for me to say anything I like along the way of writing my stories. Then there is the “short works” sections where there are short stories in there mainly created on the spur of the moment when I think of them. Don’t expect an ending to those these short works are supposed to get you guys imagining. And lastly, there is the “slipping through” section. It’s something which I have been thinking on working on for a long time and will be trying to finish it. That’s it for now, till I decide to add on more things on this front page.

Disclaimer: None of the characters in my story is anyone in real life. So if any similarites are seen, it’s normal, cause everyone around me acts as my inspriration. No one is fully a character in my story ya? So if you think that I should compensate you because I have adopted certain characteristics from you, then sorry, you have got to wait till someone actually pays me for the stories first. However, if you think that you are suitable to be a character in my story, please send me your full biography and a photos of yourself. No nude photos unless you have a nice figure, thank you. I will look at them, laugh my heart out and consider posting them around the blog. Just kidding. No offense. I’m just bored out of my mind. Please do not take any part of my works and claim it as your own. If you do, bless you as you would be facing my wrath.

it’s been too long

Oh my gosh!! I am actually back!! Even I’m surprised by me being so fickle and temperamental.

So you guys must be thinking why the hell am I back after all this time? Actually I doubt anyone is thinking that since this blog is kinda dead. Opps~~

Well the thing is, the whole “I don’t wanna live in this world” feeling has gotten a little too overwhelming. I mean, it has constantly been there all the time, but recently, ever since I got into NUS and all, with all the studies and circumstances pushing me back into reality, I need a place for escapism once again. Like what I always believed, if you can’t fit in, create your own world then! And so that’s what I’m gonna do, delve into my ideal world (or not) by creating them through my stories.

The thing is, some of my imaginary world are too close to heart to ever be put down into words. They shall remain in my mind for good. Others are, well, not developed enough to be put into stories, so that’s where the “Argh!!” process comes into play.

Of course I’m still going to touch on stories which are closer to reality (damn!). Whether or not you have realised, they are my anguish, frustrations, fear or even helplessness, transformed onto characters from different walks of life.

Allow me to digress a little. I have gotten myself a hamster!! I must be going mad or something. My dad’s probably gonna kill me if he finds out. Oh well, let’s just see how it goes then. But the whole point is, my hamster is so like me!! She (I know it’s supposed to be it but what’s wrong with me calling her a ”she” since I know her gender?) is like the epitome of laziness! Normally, hamsters would keep running on those wheels in the cage. For mine though, she uses it more as a bed than anything else! All she does is eat and sleep but wierdly enough, I love her for that due to the fact that it’s so me!

That’s all for now. I will post my work up as soon as I get one done. For now, I need sleep. Totally sleep deprived at the moment. My lifestyle is killing me!!