Hi folks! I'm a girl who loves to imagine, to create, and to dream. I'm collecting poetic quotes, just because they're pretty, so feel free to send me any.
Also, if it isn't already obvious - I believe BB will be together in the end after Booth finds his brains!
Looked at an email and went, omg! I wanna join, but I would rather harmonize with someone than sing alone! My voice isn't strong enough to carry the main melody of a song yet, I feel. But I can do parts. I like harmonizing more than carrying the main melody.
And I thought of doing a Kalafina song, but that would be really hard to pull off because all three of us must be able to hold a note as long as they do (so many beats! What the heck! So much air in the lungs!). And Kalafina songs are one of the hardest to perfect, I think, because of their unique 3-part harmony. Even now I'm still learning new things about the parts that they sing despite having heard the song at least a hundred times. o_O
Maybe I'll pass. Unless I find someone willing to sing the main. :(
And anyway I've no idea what song to pick.
Oh well. Let's see how it goes... because what I really want to do, is to support. Because harmony is what makes a song perfect in my opinion. Without harmony, the song feels lacking... but with the parts, it's perfect. It's resonant. It's complete.
So I do think the role of a backup singer is really very important. Sometimes it isn't the main melody that touches your heart - but the synchronization of the main and its counterpart tune. Sometimes it's the beauty of that harmonization that really gets to you in the end. It's why I found Kalafina so amazing after Peipei introduced 'em to me (LOL *squishyhuggles Peipei*).
Because their songs are complete. In a unique way that I've never realized. My other songs seem so unpolished now. (:
Sigh I want to do a cover with two other people for at least one Kalafina song... just for fun, mind you. I'm sure the experience will be nothing short of awesome.
The truth of having a fickle heart
crumbles in one of your tears,
and you lost the world you were in
until yesterday.
Where is the path you ran
without looking back?
Which song did you sing when
you saw the dream flying in the sky?
The real me always had
a prettier real form
than the “me I want to be”.
Such a poor song, but you can’t laugh,
because it’s just a child.
But the conflicts of yesterday
were really sung.
We go on living in an illusion,
never getting used to being alone
in our hearts.
Where did the dream we had yesterday
disappear to?
In the sky the clouds have cleared,
and for the first time we saw the rainbow
day so far...
For example when I turned my back on you,
what I can see and what I can’t see anymore:
someone is crying in the twilight.
Is it there? Helplessly holding hands,
we become more lonely
than when we are alone.
Even so you still smile; with only that,
the violent waves in my heart are deceived.
Where did the dream I had with you
disappear to?
Beyond the invisible rainbow,
in the distant clear sky,
we go far...
Konsori mia mistia kasa kanti mia sabi madia
Kastia tosa sartia morte firi ai amia aa aari
Konsore mito amito imasori ada
It’s already impossible,
I don’t how many times I screamed.
Even so I’m still walking through the distant plight.
How many times are we reborn?
Our hearts fretted over
just thinking about yesterday.
Where is the dream I have with you going?
Beyond the rainbow drawn in the sky,
where the clouds have cleared,
inside the light.
kimagure na kokoro no shinjitsu
kimi no namida hitotsu de kuzurete
kinou made ita sekai
wo nakushita
furimukazu ni hashitteta
michi wa doko dakke?
sora tobu yume miteta koro wa
donna uta wo utattetano?
honto no jibuntte itsudatte
honto no sugata yori kirei na
‘naritai WATASHI’ no koto datta yo ne
tsutanai uta, waracchau ne
okosama datta ne
demo honki de utatteta
kinou no kattou
bokura wa maboroshi wo ikiteyukuno darou
hitori ja nai koto ni narenai
kono mune de
doko e kietandarou
kinou mita yume wa
kumo ga hareta sora ni
hajimete niji ga mieta
day so far…
tatoeba kimi ni se wo muketa toki
mieru mono to mienaku naru mono
yuugure no naka, dareka ga naiteru
soko ni iruno? tayorinai ne te wo toriatte
hitori de iru toki yori
mo sabishiku naruno
soredemo kimi ga mada warau, sore dake de
KOKORO no aranami wo kibou to azamuite
doko e kierundarou kimi to miru
yume wa
tooku hareta sora no mienai
niji no kanata
we go far...
konsori mia mistia kasa kanti mia sabi madia
kastia tosa sartia morte firi ai amia aa aari
konsore mito amito imasori ada
mou muri datte,
nando sakenda ka wakaranai
soredemo mada aruiteku haruka na zattou
bokura wa nando demo umarekawaru darou
kinou wo kuyamu dake
kuyanda kono mune de
doko e yukerundarou kimi to miru yume wa
kumo no hareta sora ni
egaita niji no kanata
hikari no naka
canti mia adesta
konsore mito amito imasori ada
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Yes, I edited the translation somewhat. Replaced certain dictions with synonyms & added in punctuation where I think it should be because otherwise it really just doesn't make sense. I hope it's not off, though. I couldn't find a coherent translation. Someone proficient in both Japanese and English needs to fall in love with Kalafina like now.
Italicized parts of the lyrics are in Kajiurian. They have no meaning.
Progressive is one of their more rockish songs that I love. Maybe because it has some traces of Pandora Hearts OST's style in it, especially the violin accompaniment and minor/major keys.
And, isn't the lyrics of the last chorus beautiful? (:
HM camp is like a good dream. The awesome thing is that it's life-changing.
So I was telling mum some time before HM camp about how much I hated those dirty games and games with stations (station 1, 2, 3 and so on). Simply because I don't like 'em, no offense. So I was really, really surprised when there weren't any station/dirty games for the entire 5 days at Sunway, because I didn't even talk to God about it and He just decided to settle my complaint - with 2 services (more P&W, yay!) a day & free & easy/cg breakout in the afternoon! Lol, talk about awesome.
I received a lot from the camp. So much so that I don't even know where to start.
I wrote down 3 main expectations in the toilet 3 days before the camp, and forgot all about it until the 2nd day of HM. Then our leaders reminded us to take a look, and I did. Then I realized my first expectation was actually something that the entire camp theme revolved around: a revelation of my identity in Him.
I was so touched. To think God would put that expectation in my heart, make me write it down, and then personalize the experience of seeing it come to pass for me, and to speak to me directly during the P&W. It's just awesome. Sometimes He doesn't speak through words. Sometimes it's just the overwhelming feeling of being so significant to Him that He laid his life down for you, of knowing you're fearfully & wonderfully made, of recognizing that you're called for great things all over again.
His tangible presence is just... amazing. It's ineffable, really. You just feel so loved you don't fear or stress over anything at all. Everything fades away when He wraps you in His tender, loving embrace. You know your future is glorious because He chose you, though you didn't choose Him. You know you're called for great things when he anoints you with an anointing of double portion and the mantle of leadership.
And He's a God who cannot fail.
What He's imparted through pastors and leaders may not show a week after camp, maybe even several years after camp. But they will manifest, in the right season. And when you look back then, you'll know that it's the fruits of the seed God planted in your heart - in camp.
I can't wait to see His giftings & callings manifest in my life. Rock on, Arrow! (:
Extract: Cool: On stage, Hikaru is so open while singing but suddenly so quiet and shy during MC. What kind of person are you in real life? (Or let the other two describe you?) Hikaru: In life? I don't think I'm very different.... (blank stare----) Keiko: Yeah pretty much the phenomenon you're seeing right now.
... LOL.
I wish they didn't bypass Southeast Asia in their first Asia tour... :( I'll sing along! Lol. Their live performances are amazing! Flawless pitch & harmonization, lol. I think that's more than can be said for some other vocalists, no?
But okay, I'll stop rambling. I'll just cross my fingers and hope they come to SG one day. Haha.
I wrote a whole wall of text yesterday, but my modem wasn't co-operating with me. The post never did get published. There goes my wall of text, down the gutter. Oh well, no big deal.
I suppose it was only a matter of time before I ended up doing a Kalafina blogskin, no? The colour theme wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but I'm just too lazy to change it now. Haha. Changing means more hours of messing around with photoshop and tweaking the html codes. No thank you. I'll stick with this; at least it's not awful. It could've turned out much, much worse I guess. Gotta be happy with what you churn out in the end. Haha.
And this is as far as I've gotten in my fanfic. It isn't far. It's only chapter 2. Oh noez! I'm procrastinating again!
Lucius heard the faint swish-swish of her robes as she came up to him. She was barely his height. He couldn’t help but look into her vibrant emerald eyes. A Breton. Neither Orane nor Ahdareeq had mentioned that she was a Breton. Weren’t Bretons magically-inclined?
It suddenly struck him that he was face-to-face with the Brotherhood’s honoured Listener. Immediately he stuttered, “Listener! I am just a lowly murderer, but if there is any way I can serve you, any way at all, please, don’t hesitate to tell me!”
Damn. He’d nearly taken Ahdareeq’s speech word for word.
She seemed to notice that, and laughed. Lucius was surprised at how innocent her laughter sounded. It was the untainted laughter of a child. In fact, she looked like a child. Her youth showed in both her complexion and physique. Her eyes were bright, dancing with life; yet they were simultaneously dark and cold. “As you were, murderer,” she replied kindly. He relaxed, only somewhat. Tales of the Listener’s prowess in both the blade and marksmanship hadn’t passed him by. So had the stories of her magical affinity. She was a Jack-of-all-trades, and master of all, too. One needed to be exceptionally skilled to rise through the ranks as she had, without the city guards having a single clue to her identity. “Have you done a contract before?”
“A –? Oh. N – no, I haven’t.” His cheeks coloured ever so slightly.
It's my own opinion. Don't shoot me. You can prod or poke, but don't shoot. It'll be better for all of us if you just closed the window/tab if you're not happy, y'know.
I think it takes a certain level of insanity/weirdness to be a proficient writer. I mean, I've met people who can't write stories for nuts, because they just lack the insanity to slip out of their personality and into the character's shoes.
I do think you need to be slightly less-than-sane in order to insinuate another character, especially one who is totally fictional and nothing more than a figment of somebody's imagination.
I do think you can't be 100% sane if you can create characters, because you know it's like a minor form of parenting - characters grow. They rebel, they run away, they do things you don't want 'em to do. Don't ask me how, they do. Just look at Sora. I never intended her to have a sadistic streak and a cynical view of life, but there you have it. And it fits. Somehow.
I do think you need to be a little crazy in the head to be able to create entire worlds from nothing - or plots from a single, random burst of inspiration.
And I honestly think you have to be somewhat mad so you can hit the second part of storytelling - making the situation so terrible for the dear protagonist that it breaks people's hearts, and sometimes yours too. There's a bit of sadism there if you think about it, no?
I guess it's easier to think out of the box if you're a little nuts.
And yes, I guess I'm a little crazy, too. I sure as heck can't be fully sane if I think my characters have a life of their own. But a bit of insanity is good. It helps you imagine. Helps you create worlds, create characters. I think it's really sad that we stifle creativity nowadays. At least some measure of it is being allowed now. Better than nothing. :D
Had I been born just two years earlier, I wouldn't even get the chance to do what I'm doing now. I probably would've gone into science, which, as I realize, is something I'm interested it, but not passionate about.
But writing, creating, dreaming, imagining... is love. (:
I want you to sing The quiet words of love Why I cried Wasn’t because of you But that you announced our parting in the light snow That was vanishing into the night
The heartbeats of a chest that I heard from within the darkness Finally taught me of pain Please kiss my wounds Please don’t let your fingers That touch me briefly leave me Ever
You brought me Into a world this bright It’s too glaring, it’s too glaring I can’t see anything Within the light
Please embrace me tightly Share our frozen breaths Melt the snow that remains In you and me
It’s that within The dreamlike days You’re laughing I’m fine with just that Because you’re simply by my side
I’m not alone anymore Forever We’ll go together To Arcadia
I want you to sing Your, my The night’s, the morning’s
The sea’s The sky’s tune
Seventh Heaven
utatte hoshii shizuka na ai no kotoba nai teitanoha anata noseijanakute yoru no nakani kie te itta awayuki ni wakare wo tsuge tano
yami no naka kara kiko eta mune no kodou ga yatto itami wo watashi ni oshie tekureta o kono kizu ni kuchizuke te hakanaku fureau yubi wo hanasa naideite zutto
konnani akaru i sekai he kimi ga watashi wo tsure te kita mabushiku te mabushiku te nanimo mie nai hikari no naka
tsuyoku daki shimeteite kogoe ta toiki wo wake ai anata to watashi no nagori no yuki ga toke te
soreha yume noyouna hibi no naka anata ga waratteru soredakedeii o tada soba ni iru kara
mou hitori janai zutto futari de iku mahoroba
utatte hoshii kimi no boku no yoru no asa no
umi no sora no shirabe
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I don't know about you, but ever since I listened to Seventh Heaven I've always thought Kalafina did a great job with conveying the emotions in this song. When I first heard it, I was armed with only the meaning of the song title, but that didn't stop me from grasping the emotions expressed throughout the song. It left me with a bittersweet feeling, an emotion that was equal parts sorrow and hope.
But having the translation on hand doesn't hurt, of course. Heh.
I finished a fanfic for the first time! Out of so many that I've started! That feels awesome. I should complete fanfics more often, haha.
"Here lies the abyss, the well of all souls…"
He couldn't recall the next line. Zevran walked forward, his leather boots barely making a sound on the wooden floor. He peeked into the Revered Mother's room. It was empty, and littered with books. He walked back to the doors and tried to open them. Locked. He bashed his fists against the door. Why was he locked here? Was this the Fade?
He went to the bench. Sat down. Closed his eyes and tried to think. What was the last thing he remembered? He remembered… being in his room. He remembered the door flying off its hinges as a group of men barged in. He remembered… sounds. The clashing of swords, the grunting of warriors. He remembered the roar of magic, the shattering of glass.
He remembered a flash of silver.
"Am I dead?" He wondered aloud. Was the Maker pulling some kind of sick joke on him, for having slaughtered so many innocent souls in his life? Now that he probably wasn't alive, it seemed reasonable to assume that he had been imprisoned here as payment.
But hadn't he already paid the price?
Zevran rose, and stepped onto the pulpit. Once, he had had a dream of himself standing here as a priest, teaching the people about the Maker. When he'd woken up, he'd laughed about it. The day he could do that was the day when the darkspawn vanished from this world. It would never happen.
The assassin fingered the page that the Canticle had been flipped to. "Here lies the abyss, the well of all souls," he read quietly, running his fingers over the finely written lines. Funny, he'd been thinking of this verse just a second ago. He sighed, feeling oddly at peace. For the last decade or so, after Alistair's Calling, Zevran had lived without mourning. He'd lived as the head of the Antivan Crows would. He hadn't let himself wallow in grief and self-pity anymore. He was living for too many souls to do that. And all along, a conspiracy was brewing among the new recruits. Zevran had known, but he had done nothing to stop it. Living irked him. He yearned to be by her side. Where was she?
I'm lazy to update on the last few days. Celebrated my birthday with mum a few days before the actual since it was a school day!
Went with 01 to catch Mediacorp's new variety show, Entertainment on 5. Was more interested in the camera attached to a long beam-like thing than the show, sadly... variety shows ain't my thing. Would be fun if we could fool around with that camera for a while.
Kar Men's awesome photo taking 1!
Kar Men's awesome photo taking 2!
Then the next day was school... managed to keep myself from dozing off. CSM was a nightmare, but eh, at least I didn't get a writer's block at the last minute... though I ended up writing nonsense for one of the stories because I couldn't understand what the person before me was going on about.
Met oofies for dinner, and we caught up on girls' stuff, and stuff. Yeah. And camwhored, naturally. I'm only allowed to post one photo since she thinks the rest can't make it. Lol!
Saturday, choir, Arrow. Awesome stuff as always. I kind of wonder what happened to songs like My Future Decided and God Is Moving. Haven't sung more than two fast, happy, dance-able praise songs in a while. They used to break it into an even number I think. Now they favour worship. Or maybe it's because there's GenRev too. Well, no matter. Praise or worship, or both, it's still time with God.
Then met dad & peeps for dinner. At what he calls "the place where I can see my future". Or something like that, lol. NUS! Haha. I can't believe the Arts faculty building is that bleak. Then I found out it used to be Accountancy. Now that explains the grey and dull theme. I can't imagine getting inspiration in such a place, lol. At least CASS has its colourful staircases and bars. And mocha ice blend. And chinchow. Oh, and peach ice blend!
Didn't take pictures of the food. Sad, isn't it? I should take more photographs, now that we're learning all about the wonders of visual communication. Okay, lame.
I was going to end my fanfic for the first time, but inspiration interfered at the last minute and I split the final chapter into two chapters. So I'm still one chapter away from ending it off! Was hoping to finish this one and move on to an Oblivion fic I had in mind, but eh, guess I'll just do both at the same time.
Now I just need to source for inspiration for the new HML project...
Okay, so I honestly don't care whether I get the limited edition DVD or not... so long as I get my hands on this album. One day. If it even gets shipped to Singapore, that is. Red Moon is one epic song. If there are any secular singers I totally admire, it's Kalafina and Kajiura Yuki. They're awesome singers. Just wish they'd actually perform here, in the little red dot - but I imagine the fanbase is way too small to support a live performance.
Sad, isn't it?
And yes, I changed blog again... gotta quit this bad habit, this is like my 5th blog now but I doubt I'll be changing urls for a while anyhow.
I was digging around blogskins.com for a suitable layout. Eventually I scrapped the search and re-used one of the old skins I managed to salvage (God knows where the others went, I can't find them for the life of me), so yay for borrowing Wicked Lovely's cover and doing a bit of photoshop on it!
And now that my laptop's finally discharged from hospital, I can start working on my fanfictions again. For fun, I'll extract something and plonk it here.
The king put down his fork, having apparently lost his appetite. “You know… ten years ago, when we were still traveling, trying to beat the Blight… I found a beautiful flower in Lothering. It was a rose.” Alistair’s eyes misted slightly, and Zevran found himself studying the plain, white tablecloth intently. “It was… the sole, beautiful thing in all that chaos and darkness. I couldn’t bear the thought of this lovely rose perishing when the Blight came to swallow Lothering, so I plucked it.”
Where is this heading? He didn’t want to bring up old memories. Not now. Though it had been a decade, the memories were still fresh in his mind, as if they had happened just yesterday.
“Zevran, did you know? I’d wanted to give this rose to… her, in a way of expressing that I did love her… but then I saw you, with her, that day after the Landsmeet. And I realized I’d lost… because she loved you. She truly loved you.”
Hot tears pricked his eyes.
“I threw the flower away that night.” Alistair smiled quietly. “But I know she made the right choice. She chose her happiness, as she deserves.”
Zevran looked at him. “And now?”
“I love her still. But her place is with you. And you lived the past ten years for her.”
“I am. Still.”Alistair nodded, accepting the correction more gracefully than Zevran expected. The king rose, coming to his side. The Antivan Crow looked at him. Alistair was much more somber than he was before, and there was a strange lifelessness in his mannerisms, as if he was moving solely for the sake of moving. “You are acting strangely, Alistair. Have you changed so much in ten years?”
... But I hate endings (and beginnings)! I feel sad to end it. But all good things come to an end, no? Maybe I'll work on an Oblivion fic next. Heh.
