Final-ly

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Finals are final-ly over (I tried)!

I felt like I could finally breathe when the head invigilator's voice announcing the end of the exam was drowned out by the dragging of chairs and rising murmurs of students as they streamed out the doors of the examination hall. It was a torturous semester, and I'm just glad to be done and over with it.

I met up with Dawn after my paper yesterday to show her the way to the laptop repair store I recommended her and also just catch up a little over lunch at Soup Spoon. I'm reminded over and over again about how grateful I am to have Dawn as a really important and precious friend - even "best friend" doesn't seem to properly embody the regard I have for her. She's been experiencing some sort of "series of unfortunate events" in her life recently, so she was really vexed and frustrated - I believe :') is the best emoticon to describe her overall emotion now haha.

She'll be travelling to Japan for a family trip, and thereafter to Canada for four months on exchange. Even though we don't meet very frequently or talk regularly, I feel like I'm going to miss her tremendously when she goes to Canada and freeze to death in the climate there (LOL). We're probably gonna hang out some time next week I guess, before she goes.

I met up with another old friend yesterday too after seeing Dawn off at the station. Since Boston is currently staying at a camp in Yew Tee, we decided to meet up for dinner in the area! Which is great, because how often do you have friends who happen to be in an area as secluded as Yew Tee where I live (not very often, I can tell you that). I've been bumping into Bos coincidentally outside many times now but we've never actually had time to catch up with each other till yesterday.

From my interaction with Bos I must say I really respect him a lot more than I already do now. His responsibilities and duties are really heavy not just physically but emotionally as well. As he recounted some of the really interesting experiences he had in his work over dinner, I was just awestruck and almost reeling from some of the more graphic descriptions because I just couldn't imagine the things he's seen.

Overall I had a blast catching up with Bos, talking about old friends in VJGE, relatable experiences in stalking the social media of people (HAH) and other things. It'll be awesome to be able to kick back and reminisce the past with other people whom I've known before like this too :)

I'm a little unsure how this one month mid-year break is gonna turn out, but I do have some things I need to do and matters to clear up and sort out properly. I'm dreading the inevitable confrontations to come, but I've got to keep steady and move ahead firmly.

Figure Skating Fantasies - Hanyu Yuzuru 羽生結弦

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While being utterly overwhelmed by the dry and excruciating content of my revision in the midst of finals, I find respite in several things to retain my sanity (or what's left of it) - one of them being my latest interest in the world of figure skating.

For those of you who keep updated with the latest anime, your suspicions are confirmed - I've been influenced by a recent one called Yuri!!! On Ice which is very simply put, an anime focused on hot male figure skaters who are somehow really intimate with each other (fujoshis - girls obsessed with male on male genres - are definitely getting a field day with this one). And of course I'm sure the fujoshi world is raving over Viktor X Yuri pairing (because I am, despite not being into that genre).

Fun fact: at least three of the characters in the anime are based on real figure skaters! And if you observe the header picture of Hanyu Yuzuru and the main character Yuri in the foreground of the picture below, you can guess right away that Yuri's character is based on Hanyu Yuzuru! (Go ahead and take a couple of seconds to recover from being mindblown :)  )

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There, there...it made such an impact that you're now curious to watch it right ;)

Jokes aside - It got me curious as to how accurate the anime was in portraying figure skating in real life... and I must say I wound up being swallowed in a black hole of watching video after video and reading up wiki pages on key figure skaters before I managed to snap out of it and resume my revision (albeit reluctantly). Figure skating is a really demanding sport for its athletes, and an intriguing event for its spectators. The way they glide round and round the rink so gracefully and effortlessly, performing loops and spins and at the same time channeling the essence of the music - it's all so spell-binding to watch.

One of the figure skating world's most recognised and talented skaters - Hanyu Yuzuru - is especially great to watch. At such a young age, this guy has wowed crowds and won many accolades with his emotion-filled performances. What draws people's attention to him counter-intuitively is his seemingly low-key but earnest persona that only serves to highlight the beauty of his sequences. Even though he is frequently featured in the media and does photoshoots, commercials and even minor roles in a couple of productions, his shyness and slight awkwardness on camera makes him all the more endearing, unintentionally charming the viewers (and myself included! XP).

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Such a precious one :')

But despite his cute charms off the rink, I think Hanyu Yuzuru definitely shines best on ice. My regard for him shot up when I read on how he'd insisted on competing despite suffering a rather serious injury from heavily colliding into another figure skater during the warm ups at the FS Cup of China in 2014. He had a huge cut on his chin that required stitches after the competition. Despite the shock and pain, he went on to perform with his head and chin bound up with bandages and clinch the silver medal for it.

I hope I'd be able to one day see him on ice with my own eyes one day :)

Danny Boy

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It's been a while, hasn't it! Well, maybe not - it probably seems that way to me because of how much I'd been looking forward to writing. 

It's Week 9 of the first semester of my second year, and things have been accelerating to a dizzying speed. Deadlines come and go as quick as the buildings that fly past in the scenery outside the train windows, and after a while it kinda becomes something that you're uncomfortably accustomed to. I revel in times of peace and quiet alone, but even at those times my mind would sometimes restlessly search for another avenue of escape. 

I've been trying to set up a calming environment to help me settle myself, and one way is through music. I especially love slow, relaxed tunes that help conjure up images of calming scenes - like a quaint little cafe, a forest in summer or autumn time, or a rustic countryside cottage. Hence recently my attention was caught by "Danny Boy", a song with a tune of Irish origin and lyrics penned by an Englishman.

Dad has a CD with guitar instrumental covers of well-known songs such as Scarborough Fair and Greensleeves that he'd play sometimes on Sunday morning when we're all preparing to go to church. I'd always note the second track for its calming tune that is reminiscent of a countryside home, but never found out the title of the song much less knew there were lyrics to it. So this morning as I did the household chores I decided to play the CD and this time I found out about the name of the song, which is "Danny Boy".

When I searched up the song on the Internet, I found that there was the lyric, or sung version of it. I was a little apprehensive to hear that version of it since I knew the song as an instrumental first, and had the impression that putting words on a tune might diminish the expressiveness of the song emotionally since you'd be distracted by them. To my surprise, the lyrics really complemented the vibe of the tune well, and were beautiful words on their own.

Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling

From glen to glen, and down the mountain side

The summer's gone, and all the roses falling

It's you, it's you must go and I must bide.

But come ye back when summer's in the meadow

Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow

'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow

Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.

But when you come, and all the flowers are dying

If I am dead, as dead I well may be

You'll come and find the place where I am lying

And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.

And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me

And all my grave will warm and sweeter be

For you will bend and tell me that you love me

And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.

The song is originally based on the Irish tune "Londonderry Air", but became known as "Danny Boy" when an Englishman Frederic Weatherly wrote the lyrics to match the tune. It is essentially a love song, but the interpretations still vary with one speculating that the song is sung from the perspective of a parent seeing off their son who is leaving for war. Even though it ends with death - or ideas of death - the lyrics are unperturbed and quietly sweet, full of feelings of hope and longing.

It'll be nice to be so content and peaceful even in death; to not be afraid when the time comes for you, but to be filled with happy thoughts for others. Anyway! I decided to pick the cover done by Celtic Woman - their voices are so pure and angelic they are almost instrumental <3 As for the instrumental version, I can't find the one from the CD online, but my next favourite is the flute + harp instrumental of the song!

About Self-destruction

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"I think people, to some extent, subconsciously desire self-destruction." I murmured, gripping the pillow tighter.

"It probably isn't subconscious for everyone," she replied.

I somehow recall this particular part of the conversation I had with Dawn when she came over last week. We were lounging on my bed, chatting the hours away. I don't exactly remember how we came to talk about such a morbid subject, but it's a concept I've been chewing on in my mind recently.

Self-destruction. And I don't mean self-harm or suicidal tendencies. I'm referring to the things we insist on doing despite the knowledge that it doesn't do us good at all. I don't think everyone out there is bent on ending their lives prematurely - on the contrary people are terrified for their lives. Yet, it feels as if people enjoy dancing with death, with the delusion that they can control themselves and would never accept death's invitation to his home. Or at least, not so soon.

What comes to mind? Common things around us in the world like smoking, excessive drinking are probably at the surface, but deeper, darker things abound beyond those.

Self-destruction is probably something that comes dangerously close to many, including myself. I feel as if the consciousness that I'm able to do it comes off as a challenge for me to do so. Especially when I am wrought with restlessness and a desire to occupy myself, it becomes tempting to take up the challenge. But then what am I trying to prove or justify? To whom exactly?

I think self-destruction is best dealt with by preventing it from even introduced as an idea in the first place. It's hard at this stage now, with ideas of different conceptions of self-destruction prevalent in the media and in our environment. When we see or hear of them, we get curious and desire to "try" it thinking we could always zip back out as quickly as we got in. How very wrong indeed. Because once we've tasted the experience, we cannot forget it - the deed is done, like how Eve had taken that consequential bite from the forbidden fruit.

I think Dawn is right in saying it probably isn't subconscious anymore. It probably started off that way, but once a person becomes entrenched in acts of self-destruction, he would likely be resigned to that fate and consciously continue with it despite being aware of the consequences. He probably thinks that since he's already waist-deep in the swamp, it's too late to be saved anyway - he might as well continue.

君がくれたもの

君と夏の終わり

The end of summer with you

将来の夢

The dreams of the future

大きな希望

The big hopes we had

忘れない

I won't forget them

10年後の8月

In August 10 years from now

また出会えるのを信じて

I believe we will meet again

最高の思い出を

These are the best memories

One of my current ear candies from the anime Anohana (watch it if you haven't and prepare lots of tissue paper if you are going to), and a dedication to a friend of mine who'd be going through a difficult time :)

あの階段

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あの階段の上に、答えが見つけられるかな。

I wonder if I can find the answer at the top of those stairs.

No Sense, No Connection

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These days whenever an utterance escapes my lips and becomes lost forever, I feel as though I'm a shade behind everything else. It's the queerest feeling, to feel as if there's a glass wall that reduces my voice to mere muffled sounds even though the person I'm talking to is peering right at me through the barrier. Whatever I say doesn't seem to be of consequence at all - words take off like distant planes and fade into nothingness like vapour. 

The more I realise this, the more I just don't feel like struggling. I end up feeling relieved when all I need to do is to listen to what others have to say and reacting to them. Yet I feel as though I've been stripped of some sort of ability, which makes me feel a little helpless and removed from the flow of events with time. I'm just a spectator, silently watching from the distance. 

My words no longer carry meaning and convey my feelings. I make no sense, and I'm unable to connect with others. I feel like two entities in one - a ventriloquist and his dummy. I am superficial, insincere, and dead. 

Even though I've somehow lost a subtle part of my ability to communicate like how I used to be able to, I try to cover it up on the surface. Smile harder, maybe laugh a bit more. Insert more reactive phrases that essentially mean nothing beyond sounds of acknowledgement. Silence? Ask questions, anything - just make sure they keep talking, and that they never stop. It feels like I'm running and running, like a hamster in its wheel.

I'm sure people can sense how I'm not connecting properly with them. The impressions you derive from conversations are sensitive and ever-changing subtly like feeling the temperature in a room. Yet because socialisation is essentially a process of negotiation where parties test the waters and tread carefully in different ways through a minefield of etiquette and sensitivity, they still continue to try and talk to me, probably thinking that they were the ones who took the wrong turn.

I wonder if this phase is temporary.