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If I could stop the world for you, I would.

Give you time to feel

time to breathe, time to heal.


But as they say, life goes on.

Time is scarce;

we move through it like passing cars.


Time is ruthless; time is harsh.

It waits for none;

the inevitable orbit around the sun.


But maybe we could play pretend.

We’ll create a black hole;

and we’ll stay in it until you feel whole.


Time won’t find us; no one will.

Let the world turn.

This peace you have; it is well-earned.


Why I Can’t Eat My Chocolate Cake

I’m a coward

No, I’m not scared of the end result of eating my chocolate cake.

I’m not scared of what I will lose when I eat my chocolate cake.

The truth is, I’m scared of trying and failing to eat my chocolate cake,

When I take that big bite and realize that my chocolate cake is still there.

I’m scared of what people will think and say if I try to eat my chocolate cake.

“How could she eat her chocolate cake, when other people have even more chocolatey cakes and still manage not to eat them?”

Yeah, I still worry about what people will say.

You might think, hey, if you wanna eat your chocolate cake so bad, why do you even care what people will say?

The stigma of eating my chocolate cake will carry on not just to me, but to my loved ones.

My parents gave me this chocolate cake with love, and if I just go and eat it, all their hard work would just go to waste.

I actually don’t really care, because in my opinion, chocolate cake is pointless and would just be eaten anyway, by you, someone else, or something else. Might as well just do it right now.

Health-buffs would condemn you for it, but really, who’s to say whether they’re right or not?

Belief in health is relative.

I envy them sometimes, for having the strength to believe in something so improbable.

I’m not saying I don’t believe in health. I honestly can’t say for sure.

But facts remain, health can sometimes fail you.

People who don’t eat their chocolate cake end up getting sick anyway.

But I still can’t do it,

Because the thought of biting into that chocolate cake and not finishing it is just too devastating.

You’d have to keep that small portion, with people judging you for the chocolate smudges on your face.

You’d have to continue staring at it, wondering where you went wrong and whether you should try to eat it again.

You’d have that sinking feeling deep inside that maybe no matter how hard you try, your chocolate cake will still be there,

And it will be bitter, hard, and just plain disgusting that all you can do is keep it somewhere where it can never see the light of day again.

And that is why I can’t eat my chocolate cake.

I Need Your Beautiful mashup

Shameless post: So I recently had  a great idea for a mashup… Okay, maybe it’s not that great, but it’s pretty decent. And here it is! It’s Beneath Your Beautiful by Labrinth and Emeli Sandè plus I Need Your Love by Calvin Harris and Ellie Goulding. Do have a listen, if you’re up for a little amateur singing :p


Tabula Rasa (a short story)

We were acquaintances long before we were friends.
You disappeared; I clung too much. Then I disappeared; you loathed. You said too little; I said too much. You dreamt; I gave up. You chose, I wept for you; I chose, you hugged me. You brood; I complained. I loved; you hated.
I apologized; you apologized. Neither of us completely forgave.
Time passes.
Tabula Rasa.
We’re even.
I say something funny, you laugh; you say something interesting, I nod. I touch your elbow; you touch my arm. An old inside joke; a mutual interest. A passing look; an awkward smile. I say “well,”; you say “goodbye”
We were friends long before we were acquaintances.

I rarely do posts on feelings anymore, seeing as I feel too much and it just makes things really messy. But I got a quick outburst and this came up. Art. I consider it art, because it’s an expression of passion and emotion. And I think it’s a beautiful story, even if I do say so myself. The love and loss of friendship is always a complicated, tragic but beautiful story, summed up in the first and last sentences. What’s in between though, is the beautiful art behind it.

1000 Ausome Things #AutismPositivity2013 Flashblog Announcement

Thirty Days of Autism

We know you have been waiting… and we have been working and organizing behind the scenes. Now we are ready and we are excited to announce the theme for the second annual Autism Positivity Flashblog Event on April 30th, 2013: AutismPositivity2013button“1000 Ausome Things #AutismPositivity2013”

Last year hundreds of bloggers came together in a show of support and solidarity in response to an anonymous person’s Google search “I wish I didn’t have Aspergers”. The posts that came flooding in from all over the world were a beautiful example of the power of strength in numbers. With so much negativity still surrounding Autism and the misinformation and misconceptions that continue to abound, we invite each of you to share one, or two, or more “Ausome” things!

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The Five People You Meet in Blue Roast

Non-Ateneans, I apologize. I’m a bit too lazy to describe Blue Roast, so here’s one person’s description of it: Blue Roast. Long story short, it’s a senior event where you give a blue rose to someone, or at least, that’s the highlight of the event.


blue rose origamis

While I do agree with the description given in the link above, it is also my opinion that the blue rose shouldn’t be caged to the “unrequited love”. You can have your own reasons for giving the blue rose to someone, as long as that someone holds a special place in your heart.

So here’s the thing: The five people you meet in blue roast are the five possible blue rose recipients. Maybe this’ll help the future seniors and superseniors decide whom to give it to, or maybe it’ll just be a good nostalgia trip for the alumni. Either way, I’ll try to encapsulate the feelings of each here. Let’s begin, shall we?

*note: gender pronouns are interchangeable, obviously.

1. The BFF

Couldn't resist putting a personal pic. Ladies and gents, my best friend.

Couldn’t resist putting a personal pic. Ladies and gents, my best friend.

He’s always been there for you, through the laughters and through the tears; your cliché BFF. You have to constantly keep telling people that you’re not a couple, that it’s purely platonic no matter what it looks like. You’re comfortable around him all the time, never afraid to share your foiled romantic escapades or your long list of happy crushes. He’s your wingman and you’re his, except on those occasions where one of you greatly disapproves of the other’s choice, nevertheless you respect that choice and pray the other sees the light and finally moves on.

Why you SHOULD give it to him: Well, duh! He’s your best friend! He’s probably seen all sides of your personality, and he has loved (or tolerated) all of them. He’s your go-to guy. You cannot imagine going through college without him. He definitely falls under the category of “special”.

Why you SHOULDN’T give it to him: If you’re that close, surely you’ll be seeing a lot of each other after graduation, so why not give it to someone you won’t see much of anymore? Maybe you even have a deal with BFF that you won’t give it to each other because you’ll help him give it to that romantic special someone. The BFF is definitely a good choice, but it’s also an obvious choice. There are other ways to show your appreciation to dear BFF anyway.

2. the shallow/happy crush

the one that makes you stare dreamily

the one that makes you stare dreamily

Yep, that’s the one. Whether it be the simple but beautiful girl-next-door type, the chinky-eyed cheerful one, the exotic and fashionable one, the passionate and talented one, or simply the seatmate. This is the person who inspires you to go to that really boring class. You don’t know her well (or at all, for some cases), but you’ve always admired her, and she has all your ideal characteristics. When she’s not doing some cute quirk like doodling in her notebook or playing with her hair, she’d catch you staring and you’d quickly look away at some other person, hoping she’d think you were just bored. Call it shallow, but she makes you happy even without doing anything, and that’s something.

Why you SHOULD give it to her: It’s finally time to ‘fess up and tell her you’ve had a crush on her. Nothing to lose, it’s the perfect event! It’s a great way to make her feel appreciated, and to show her that somehow, she makes a difference by simply being her. Too philosophical? Well, there’s always the “I have no-one else to give it to, so it might as well be her.”

Why you SHOULDN’T give it to her: Simply put, it’s shallow. You don’t even know her, not well enough at least. And besides, if your type of happy crush is the typical kind, you’re gonna have to wait in line, a very long line. And when you finally get there, she’s just going to smile at you and say thank you like she did with the rest of them (not that that’s not worth it, because maybe it is).

3. the superstar

Olivia Olson, who played Joanna in Love Actually

Olivia Olson, who played Joanna in Love Actually (a must watch)

You’ve watched all her performances, probably stalked her online, saved all of her modeling pictures to your secret folder, and listened to all her covers. Yeah, you and the rest of the student body. She’s the superstar, the celebrity student, the face of a lot of promotional posters, and you are unfortunately a little bit obsessed with her. Just a little bit. Who can blame you? She is all sorts of perfect.

Why you SHOULD give it to her: Similar to the shallow/happy crush, it’s a great way to finally ‘fess up and tell her. Your once in a lifetime chance to actually interact with her, instead of just drooling over her in your seat as she performs on stage. She’s perfect, so why shouldn’t she be the perfect recipient for your blue rose?

Why you SHOULDN’T give it to her: Oh, another addition to her bouquet? Lovely. Of course she’s going to get tons of blue roses, and yours is just going to be a part of a giant set of blue roses. Heck, she can make a garden out of them already. It’s great to give it to a superstar, but maybe it isn’t so special.

4. the unrequited/bitter love

Charlie Brown and peanut butter <3

Charlie Brown and peanut butter ❤

Hello and welcome to the friendzone! Is this your first time here? I can give you a full-on tour. Over here we have your heart, broken and beaten, crushed to bits, and left to rot in a corner. Yes, such is the story of the unrequited love. No matter how much you try, you never seem to get out of the friendzone with her. And many times, you decide that it’s time to move on because it’ll never happen. You do try countless times with countless ways, but it always comes back. She’s always been nice to you, and once you start falling for her, well, there goes your relationship. Down the drain.

Why you SHOULD give it to her: This is honestly the most complicated one, which makes it all the more special. If you haven’t told her yet, what else could be more perfect than this to do so? If you already told her, one way or another, this could either be a “so, do I really have to be stuck in friendzone?” blue rose or a “here are all my feelings, let’s try to be friends again” blue rose. I think the latter is great, but it’ll take a lot of effort, and time, don’t forget time. But this is the original meaning of the blue rose, unrequited love, something you wish to attain but know you never will.

Why you SHOULDN’T give it to her: As if you guys weren’t awkward enough. Sheesh. Maybe sometimes it’s best to just stay in the friendzone. Confessing your feelings can make you so awkward that you’d lose everything. If you’re fine where you are, then don’t complicate things anymore. Just hope that the feeling will simply go away (which is extremely difficult, by the way).

5. the first love

first love <3

first love ❤

She was the first one to make your heart melt. She inspired you to do a lot of things. The thoughts of her caused you a lot of sleepless nights. You treat her like a princess without even meaning to. You stare at her differently, more deeply. You start to feel like doing a lot of crazy things like throwing rocks at her window at night and holding a radio on your shoulder, and then you feel stupid about thinking those thoughts. “What the heck is wrong with me?” Well, that, my friend, is your first love. Whether you became a couple or not, this one will always be special.

Why you SHOULD give it to her: For old times’ sake and for gratitude. The cheesy line “you taught me how to love” is a classic. This person has turned your world upside down. She’s also an obvious choice for the blue rose.

Why you SHOULDN’T give it to her: If you ended bitterly and haven’t moved on, DON’T give it to her, definitely. As another cheesy line says, “the first cut is the deepest” and you might end up just hurting yourself when you face her and awkwardly hand over that emotionally-filled blue rose.

Of course, there are other candidates for blue rose recipients such as your current boyfriend/girlfriend, a professor whom you extremely admire, a well-deserving friend, or (this one I personally, really don’t understand) yourself. It’s up to you. But a word of advice, make sure you don’t regret it. Make sure it’s special. Trust me, it’ll feel REALLY great afterwards.

Happy graduation, batch 2013!

Munch on!

Enter Glinda the Good

Seeing as I totally enjoyed my newfound tandem, which started here, I thought I’d explore it a bit more, as I initially intended to. I know I haven’t been posting useful and insightful (or philosophical, if you prefer that term) posts lately, but rest assured, this isn’t supposed to be simply an amusing mix-in of two worlds/stories. It’s an experiment on views of righteousness, law, life, or whatever issues I like writing about. After all, art is, for me, the best expression of these issues, although not everyone may get it. For the leisurely reader, I hope you don’t get too lost in the fan-fiction-ness. Here we go.

Javert followed Elphaba as she treaded the marshy bogs that separated the Winkie country from Emerald city.

Elphaba: you don’t have to follow me you know. I especially put up this bog right here to make it difficult to cross. And your wounds haven’t recovered yet.

Javert: I’m following you to make sure you don’t chicken out.

Elphaba sighed. Javert turned out to be extremely stubborn, and she didn’t like it. Fiyero trotted after them, picking up loose straws that kept falling from his being.

Fiyero: Elphaba, what exactly are you planning to do in Emerald city? I thought we agreed to keep away from it. Glinda has to keep believing that you’re dead.

Elphaba: Well, I take it back. Maybe it’s better if she knew I was still alive, that way she’d feel guilty about how she’s been running things lately.

After Elphaba’s supposed death, Glinda had tried to keep an organized system of ruling. After all, how hard could it be if the wizard could do it? Unfortunately, Glinda, being Glinda, had stopped being efficient after only a few days. The line outside her newly constructed pink castle which stuck out like a sore thumb in Emerald city, was always long, as she kept herself busy with… other things.

Elphaba: What the-? Well, Javert, looks like you being here is quite fortunate after all. I need you to go over there and find out what’s happening. I can’t be seen by other Ozians.

Javert: Excuse me, pray tell, what is this extremely long line here?

Ozian: Oh, this is shorter than usual, actually. Ms. Glinda is less busy today because Prince Evring of Ev had just left yesterday.

Javert: Prince Evring?

Ozian: yeah… You’re not from here are you? Ms. Glinda, her Goodness, is our leader. She’s been entertaining a lot of people lately though, so she has little time to talk to humble Ozians like us. You might get through though, seeing as you’re not from here.

Javert thanked the Ozian and walked back to where Elphaba and Fiyero were hiding. He explained everything to them.

Elphaba: Prince Evring of Ev? What’s he doing here?

Fiyero: I did hear a rumor that lots of royal people have been coming to Oz lately, mostly the Princes.

Elphaba: I don’t like the sound of this,,.

Suddenly, a giant bubble appeared on top of the castle. Inside it was Glinda, dressed in her sparkly white dress, smiling ever so sweetly.

Glinda: Fellow Ozians, I thank you for airing out your concerns! However, I’m afraid I have more foreign matters to attend to. If you could just-

Glinda’s moving gaze stopped right at the spot where Elphaba was standing. She stared, unable to believe what she was seeing. Fiyero waved.

Elphaba: Fiyero! What are you doing?

Fiyero: What? It’s Glinda, our friend. We wave to friends.

Javert: You brainless git! Now she’s really seen us!

Glinda, having regained her composure, continued charming the Ozians. Elphaba and her companions rushed away.

Elphaba: Well, that was a load of bull! Did you hear her? Foreign matters my hat! Oz has never needed to deal with foreign matters! And even if it did, that’s what the vizier is for! She’s just flirting with the princes!

Javert: So what do you plan to do now?

Elphaba shook her head.

Elphaba: It’s too late, or at least, it’s not the right time. Javert, are you willing to go back to your world? We might find some answers there that will help us prepare for this world.

Javert: One world at a time eh? Well, you know I’m in.

Elphaba decided to let Fiyero stay in Oz, partly because she needed someone to still keep an eye on Oz, partly because he might just be troublesome if he went with them. With that, Elphaba and Javert headed off to the Munchkin river. Little do they know, a flying giant bubble was following them several paces behind…

The above is a work of fan fiction of some sort. I do not claim to own any of the ideas, characters, and trademarks and properties created by the original authors. No, I still haven’t figured out how to do disclaimers yet. For now, I’ll stick with this. Yes, I do plan to continue writing this, as it really interests me. I will try to sneak in some real blog posts in between. Keyword: try. But for now, this is Project Miserably Wicked part 2 (title subject to change) 🙂

Thanks for reading, and Munch On!