Ode to My Tainted Dreams

Tiny hands flicking the key to the box of music,
Wishful eyes dream of what possibly can’t be.
A light hearted melody, an enchanting power,
The little porcelain doll comes to life at last.

Perfect stance, fragile beauty, plastered smile,
She puts on her show with emotions set aside.
From passion to duty, from duty to slavery,
She performs, dancing to the tunes of music.

Slouch movements copying her graceful ones,
She watches as the little one yearns to be her.
Memories flooding, the scenario replaying,
She remembers holding that innocent gaze.

Child, she imagined being the queen of swans;
Even she had been mesmerized by Odette.
Now, frozen in time, the spell had worn off:
Odile’s deception was more apparent that ever.

The last notes playing, her tempo decreasing,
The curse forces her into painful submission.
Back to dreamless sleep she is compelled to go
Until another unlucky soul turns the key again.

Tiny hands flicking the key to the box of music,
Wishful eyes dream of what possibly can’t be.
A light hearted melody, an enchanting power,
The little porcelain doll is once more freed.

I have been struggling to write this post for more a day now; since a few days now, the blogosphere counts a new blog among its vast directory of blogs and I had given myself this huge task of introducing it… to the world. I kept wondering whether to go with the informative tone or the poetic one, filled with the literary passion that brought us friends together to create Arcadia.

The Arcadian Blog is a blog dedicated to fictitious writing, a secret haven for all these dormant writers to come and unleash their creativity. It seems to be a crazy project, but with a bunch of crazy young kids, nothing is impossible, or so, we would like to think. While we have many ideas for this little creation of ours, we have decided to start with the one which brought this whole project alive: The Fictitious Writing Activity (FWA). Basically, it’s an activity where write the opening of a story and someone else will take over to continue and complete it. Both writers have complete freedom as to what do write, as long as it’s coherent.

I’d suggest heading over to the blog for more information, it would certainly be better than the pitiful explanation I’m trying to write. The guidelines can be found here, and you can send us an email if you want to sign up. The FWA is in no means a contest, there is no winner or loser. It’s just a fun activity to bring Fiction Lovers together.

Come unleash your creativity at Arcadia. We’ll be waiting…

Back to reality, Sayuka and I should probably go to, but the past two days were so dream-like that one feels that real life is in fact dull sometimes.”Let’s have a sleep over,” we decided back in February when we received our results. Among all the things we wanted to do, this had been top on our lists for some one or two years now, without ever receiving permission for it. Thing’s weren’t that easy, with our overprotective mothers who weren’t not that willing to let their girls go somewhere else to spend the night, not that we haven’t done it before… But I think going to someone’s home rather than a bungalow near the beach or a seminar organized by the school is way different.

Knowing that a full-proof plan was needed, for, of course, we were going to be bombarded with questions about the why and stuff. The best strategy needed to be adapted to get past the barriers our supermoms created, and after dropping clever hints for months and crafting the perfect reasons, we decided to present our cases to our mothers. We almost jumped in joy when we heard the oh-so-awaited “yes” uttered by our mothers! We had wanted this for a long time, but somehow everything was rushed. The previous week, I told the girls that they could come whenever they want, and suddenly, Wednesday arrived, with me hurrying to go meet them. Continue reading →

Once upon a time, in a faraway neighbourhood, there lived an evil witch. The witch had proclaimed herself the Mistress and Ruler of everything in a 100m (or was it a kilometer) radius of her Castle. Her children having left home and boredom of old age kicking in, she only had for hobby to nose around in her “subjects” family and personal matters, reveling in creating rifts between members of a same family or discord within the whole community. However, the evil hag was not satisfied! There existed a small household in the county that refused to yield to the nosiness of the witch, going about their everyday-life peacefully and quietly.
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I just realised it was the 26th of April; I’m a bit slow concerning dates, which is why I miss birthdays and which is why I missed the 2nd anniversary of us starting a blog. 21th of April 2007, we were young (not that we are THAT old now), frustrated, had a thing against the whole world and had lots of times on our hands. Not much has changed, except we are much more subtle now… maybe? Well, to mark this year’s (belated) anniversary, I thought I’d post something the blog inspired me to write…

Silence! These voices jingling in my head;
Playing that infamous melody as they do,
My eyes cannot see, but alas, I do hear.
It’s all in the mind some say, but then…
Why do I hear them, as if close they are?

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No, I’m not bombarding you with poetry. Just posting the sequel to the previous one.

His cries broke through the night,
He was here, she had accepted it
He maybe was his flesh and heir,
but she claimed him as hers too…

The silence of the night was disturbed,
A light coming from afar was seen.
Dawn was breezing in, so was him.
Was it a symbol of hope?
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I just remembered this poem, and thought I simply had to post it. I had already posted in on the old blog, but it was so long ago, 2007. It’s one of my best, if not the very best. I still remember writing it, it was the only one who was actually drafted before being written, the words carefully chosen to make it perfect. Maybe I should take that much time on the others as well…

“The night that the stars would hide,
and upon this veil, the moon will abide;
this time will make it’s way,
as your paths become a crossway,
his eyes, will you remember
as dark as the devil’s anger.”

Those very words of the prophetess,
presented for me such absurdness.
Yet this fateful night declared itself,
sooner than I could prepare myself,
Some night blessed by Him,
For even He has waited for this glim.
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***Warning, may contain spoilers.***

There is no mystery to happiness.

Such are the first words encountered as I opened the book ‘The Interpretation of Murder’ by Jed Rubenfeld. “What would happiness have in common with murder?”, I wondered, as I read these first few lines, not yet knowing that they would have led me to a different world and a different time. True enough, Jed Rubenfeld’s novel leads us to the deep heart of Manhattan and at the same time, in the dark mind of, us, humans…

1909, Sigmund Freud is said to have come to New York, his one and only visit to the United States, along with his disciples to deliver a series of lectures on psychoanalysis at Clark University, Worcester, Massachusetts. This ‘event’ had marked Freud’s first public recognition of his work, representing the first step to his success in the world of psychoanalysis. However, Freud has always spoken of his short stay in the US as a terrible memory, making his biographers wonder what could have happened there to trigger such reaction from him. He called Americans ‘savages’ and America, the country which brings out the worst of people. Many have sought to know the truth about what happened during his stay. Jed Rubenfeld gives his version as he “weaves this real-life event into an accomplished thriller.” (Independent) Continue reading →

Okay! Maybe not everything xD There’s a whole room waiting for me downstairs, but still, I can say more than 50% is over. Today, was kinda, cleaning day, with me taking out all my school books out of my room. it’s unbelievable how many things I’ve got stacked in here. I only got my room some 2 years ago and all the shelves, cupboards, tables… were so full with papers and books that I didn’t even know where to start. Oh well, I did manage to find the start point, with the cupboards (and I still don’t know how come they are still full when I threw away so many things). My story books are back on the shelves, where they belong; my head hurts when I start counting how many books there are on those shelves, it’s no wonder books were banned at my place for some time *sigh*

Anyway, this certainly marks the end of the school days, and the beginning of a new period in my life. School’s has been over for some weeks now, with us receiving our results on the 6th of February. Sayuka and me, both got our 5 As, with Sayuka ranked 6th at national level on the Art Side =P This was supposed to be yet another post we didn’t write. With celebrations and all, we were rarely in the mood to sit at our desk and open our Wordpress and it’s a bit late to boast about our results now xD Neglecting the blog again… Continue reading →

Eyes wide open with a little glimmer of hope, the human world stays a puzzle for her. As she walks down the lane, few encounters hold her down, to finally let go. No strings, no attachements, she continues her way, secretly wishing for a hand to tie her down. Footprints fading in the melting snow, it’s impossible to look back now. What was would always remain, but what lies ahead can always be changed. Memories forgotten or rather, casted aside, the past does not matter anymore. She lets go of it as it lets go of her. Slowly tring to find herself, questions still remain unanswered, but no longer being a threat. She now understands what life is asking of her; to give herself time…

It might be a bit late but happy new year everyone =)