Theory of Relativity

On parent’s day, I have a premonition of love
During my teacher’s home visit, I’m at the gates of hell
On campus after school
I’ll know a love of extracurricular lessons

Exams are war, and it seems I’m already defeated
Or that my frail heart is about to break
In homeroom class
Rumours about male-female friendships fly

Teacher, I want to know the things I don’t know
I want to see the things I can’t see
Teach me, teach me, teach me
Hey teacher, lately I haven’t been sleeping well
My paralysis is too intense
Why? Why, teacher?

My sailor-fuku is my combat uniform
It’s a death match against my classes
When a chime that seldom rings
Rings while we’re carrying out disaster-prevention plans

Teacher, I want to speak but I can’t
It’s mortifyingly painful
Teacher, teacher, I said teacher
Oh, teacher, don’t call me by my full name
Call me by the name you see below
Please, please, teacher

Teacher, there are still things I want to ask
Is it not okay because I’m your junior?
Answer me, answer me, hey teacher
Teacher, my graduation ceremony is drawing near
But I can’t even say goodbye, and I hate it
See, I still want to be a high-school girl

Annoying silence

I first stumbled upon Heat-Haze Days on Zerochan when I was checking out fanart of Ib. I noticed that some of those artists also made posts under the tag “Heat-Haze Days”. The works mostly contained the same coloring and themes but they impressed me nevertheless. After finding that it is a Vocaloid song I searched it up and this is the first one I found. I’m so glad I first watched the lyrics video because it created an entirely different impression. This is what I was thinking while watching:
Hmm, catchy sound I might like this… Oh, so I’m not the only who hates summer… “Suddenly, a truck came out of nowhere and struck you as you screamed” the back of my neck becomes stiff, a weird cold feeling creeps through my body but then it all faded away and it was alright… ”Everyone surrounding us turned their heads up to the sky and opened their mouths”. Goosebumps. I’m in love.
Those were just words on the screen. I couldn't help thinking... “Did it just really say what I read?” 

The other night I found myself stuck on a Tinychat with a bunch of web artists - comic writers, fiction writers, designers, artists. A total of about 10 people. We had gathered to discuss the controversies of Kotakoti just for the heck of it, a topic that surfaced maybe once in an hour. "Ah, artists really inspire me" Here's the co-work of Jin (or Shizen no Teki-P) and Shidu:

Because of Listening to Bach's Melodies at Night

I don't usually write so soon after my last post but there is a reason. Today has been full of fascination. Remember the story "Beautiful Fascination is Better Than Love"?


...


Probably not.

Do you remember the "Blue"?

...

Probably not.

The whole "Death by cake" thing made me get up at 4 am and shivering sit in the corner of my bed listening to birds singing like it's the end of the world staring into the half-darkness of my room. Since when birds start singing so early? Seems that it's often that what scares me fascinates me at the same time. But it still scares me. So I still avoid it. Yet when I face it again I'm infatuated all over like I've never walked away from it. To avoid what you fear you must see the world broadly. The broader your view the less you see and the less you care.

Tim Burton doesn't let me do that though. Maybe that's why I like his films. Always had. They bring me back on the ground of my own mixing my favourite things with my fears.

Also, he has this weird ability to take something completely cliche and turn it into something that's not. I admire it.

Do you think it's possible to pressure someone into despair that borders with madness? Or is the one pressuring the other mad? How far can a person go to dwell into the mind of another? Why anyone would do that anyway? Oh, probably out of fun. 

This turned out so chaotic, almost as in reality. Off to study CNS.

Draw the line

Today I realised that my favourite pokemon is probably Gengar...

...but that's not really what I wanted to write about.

The streets are filled with the spring air. The bird-cherry tree outside my balcony has blossomed. Everything has become somehow lighter.

I watched The Raven. It was exactly as I was expecting it to be and how metacritics had prepared me for it - slightly below average, not good enough, it didn't capture the darkness of Edgar Allan Poe's world. Though it had a beautiful piano piece included which I couldn't recognize. If I by chance find out what it is, I'll probably learn to play it.

Well, there are The Avengers. Yet so much has been told about it I don't think there's anything more to be said...

Sometimes I forget that the sun rises earlier in May than it does in August because usually the first thing coming to mind is that the sun rises the earliest in summer although it still rises earlier in May than in August. I love the dawn in the summer. I never get tired of saying it. After all, it's one of those rare things that make me feel alive. So I shouldn't forget to enjoy the dawn in May because at the third month of summer it won't be as good as it is right now.

If I see the dawn it makes the summer heat and the evening blood feasts of mosquitoes tolerable because there's always another dawn to see. Summer makes you that way. Have you ever lived so chaotically you forget the border between day and night or how at least it should be? I have. Summer lets you live that way. We spend the evenings whispering and singing quietly. We go out at night to lie on the warm asphalted road and watch the stars fall. Laughs and talks are heard everywhere wherever you go. I meet the dawn alone but I don't feel as though I am because everything wakes up along with it except for those who are fading away in to the dream realm instead.

One of the most amazing feelings is opening the window at night and hearing the birds still singing. It's 'cause the picture and the sound don't really go together. It gives me the butterflies in the stomach as though I'm in love.

And all those feelings are right before my eyes. ... if that is what I wanted to write about...

There's nothing sad about it

Is it the unusual warmth? Is it the exhaust? I don't know why but it feels as something will suddenly change in a few hours. Tomorrow at dawn or tomorrow evening, maybe after tomorrow or the day after that... It will change to never go back to the way it was. It will pour over our heads like a deadly mist and no one knows what's going to follow. This feeling pressures my eardrums, my temples stiffen. My mind goes blank but my feet keep moving. I'm running out of time and it makes me anxious. For no reason. It creeps from the starless sky, it creeps from the corners of my eyes and makes me nervous every time. I'm telling myself to not mind and so I shall.

A Black Rose Lost in London

Nights are peaceful...

After the loud noises of the day, night is the sweet welcome of silence.

The night is like another world.

The night wakes me... and sets me free. 

Both sound and figures disappear. And only shadows remain.

Even the city lights are covered in darkness. It's both beautiful and frightening...

The Snow White

50 hours, 200 quests, 2kk gold... Moving on to the Normandy.

Super sad true love in shampoo planet's candy light

The unfolded Mobile World Congress seems to have gotten some to talk again about the influence of mobile technologies and their development on our lives expressing concern over our dependence on them and their functions. What these people are afraid of is that as we all know many mobile phones and computers are being enhanced with artificial intelligence which is evolving along with them to, as the developers claim, "match the intelligence and reasoning skills of a human".

As we all know social network companies and phone service providers could easily get information about our private lives and spy on us which, for some reason, worries a lot of the users as though the information they're hiding could bring doom upon the world or something. Just because they are spying on us does not mean that they will surely reveal it to everyone around you to make a laughingstock out of you, besides it would have happened to everyone else too if it happened to you and then all that would be left to do would be awkwardly continue on living until what every one of you had done became forgotten. Although, it is true that the information could be used against us so, if someone has a reason to ruin your life, to what extent he will be able to do it depends entirely on you and will be, of course, your own fault as you have lead a life full of things to hide and be ashamed of.

What concerns me the most is that people are afraid of losing their lives in the virtual reality that computers, mobile phones, game consoles and the internet have created. They are worried about those who lose their real lives to it and prefer leading one virtually and here is what I've got to say - what is wrong with that? *chuckles* It is true that what such people are doing is just benefiting the provider companies  and they are basically pawns in global market games but so are all of us even if we don't succumb to that beautiful, colorfully perfect reality... The time to escape has long since passed so why not just enjoy it? The presence of a virtual reality is what makes us different from all the other ages and as we live with it I wouldn't mind saying that it is not as much virtual as it is reality itself. It's just a natural part of how we live.

Let them sink in the mindlessness and forget their worries - it's not like I'm walking alone into the valley of the shadow of death. You and I will be the ones that are holding the Crown in the end.

What do you

How amazed I am, how inspired I feel. "...one of infinite varieties and complexities, a multidimensional world which contains no straight lines or completely regular shapes, where things do not happen in sequences, but all together..." She feels better and so do I.  Today I grabbed the sun and ran away with that little pinch of happiness. It still amuses me. 

 Oh and by the way, Kaposi's Sacroma isn't pretty so don't look for it.

Noboru Wataya and Tsujita Ririko

To restore my enthusiasm I think of stupid phrases like "become someone you can be proud of"
and then there are things that make me chill again. The ultimate observer she says. What would be the result then? It's strange that the things I once loved make me sick now. Cherries again.

Observe

I'd rather sacrifice myself than lose someone so dear to me.

But will she ever understand?

If the Dalai Lama were on his deathbed  and the jazz musician Eric Dolphy were to try to explain to him the importance of choosing one's engine oil in accordance with changes in the sound of the bass clarinet, that exchange might have been more worthwhile and effective than my conversations with her.

Yet she never failed to understand me.

Hard-boiled wonderland and the end of the world

Darbība

Vismaz tā

Warriors

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On Seeing the 100% Perfect Woman One Beautiful April Morning

Piens ar medu vai medus ar pienu?

Moxy. The worst person.

Hands up

Cerises et les pêches

 I remixed it. It didn't fix.

Jaunredzējums.

Month equivalent of a minute

Indifference

Confusion

Pain

The last day of life

Good ending

始まる

Escapism

Siltāks par krūzi kafijas

Krītošie tauriņi (stāsts "Robots un taurenīte")

Oāze

Pēc tumsas [Rewrite]

Nemodini

Walking on a dream

Braindead

Heartbroken Chocolatier

And now I'm here