Escape

 
I once spilled water on my MacBook, and shortly after, it shut down. In a desperate attempt to get the water out, I was going to remove the keys and shake it dry. I began with the escape key, but once I got it out, I realized that in the process, I had ruined the metal parts underneath and was thus unable to attach it back on, and that removing the rest of the keys would be just plain idiotic. Finally, my dad told me to simply flip my laptop upside down and leave it overnight. Lucky me; the next day, it was functioning again as if the spill hadn't happened. But I was now left with the escape key detached from its spot. Yeah, it didn't look pretty, but I went around without that key there for a long time.

Another time, I found that some of the white plastic-y stuff of my laptop was chipping away at the edge. I still had the pieces, so I put them back on with crazy glue (it looks crappy, but it's better than having that gaping slit the damage had revealed). I never returned the glue to my dad and left it sitting on my desk... Thinking, it occurred to me tonight that I could try reattaching the escape key to the rubbery ring with that glue. I did exactly that, only to find that the key was flimsy in its place. My solution to that was to use springs. Wait, where would I get such tiny springs? I decided to try creating them out of paper.

I tore out the key, and cut up and folded some strips of paper. I then noticed that standard paper isn't very sturdy, and keeping it folded for a long time would quickly lead to damage. So I reinforced the paper by putting Scotch tape on both sides. Then I cut up the taped area, folded, and glued. Hey, it worked! Yes, it's a little noticeable in that the escape key's a little raised compared to the rest of the keyboard, and I think I should have used four springs (one on each side) instead of two (but I don't dare ripping out the key when it's been crazy-glued...well, like crazy)... I have to press hard on that key whenever I want to use it now (though I almost never use it). But now I don't need to go around with a missing key anymore.

Yay, my keyboard's pretty again!

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The Eyes Have It.

One thing I really hate: how my eyes look, well, cross-eyed. It bugs me how evident it becomes once I take a shot of myself, especially if it's in frontal view....

But I've noticed that a lot of other Asians have that as well. I guess it's a trait that's been passed down for generations....

Wow, I have a lot of distant relatives!

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Sweeping the Mines

Ah, Minesweeper. That game used to frustrate me as a child. It still somewhat does now. My brother used to be very lucky at it; myself... Well, I kept dying, death after death of walking on mines. Years later, I read about the logic behind that game, yet I still didn't get how it worked. Then, on a total whim, I opened for some games of Minesweeper today, and even though I still kept dying, I eventually understood what the numbers meant. I did become frustrated at one point and resorted to clicking random boxes, but once that passed, I decided to take my time. Lo and behold, for the first time in my life, I won.

Thus here I am, celebrating this day all by my lonesome in my own little room as everyone carries on and the world keeps going round and round.

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

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Barrett

"I think young people should have a lot of fun. But I never seem to have any."

-Syd Barrett

 

I could say the same about myself. I've lived a rather sheltered life to date; my childhood wasn't the most exciting... A lot of it's monotonous to tell. Typical things here and there, like playing tag or pretend... Moving a few times...but little comes to mind if ever someone wonders about my life story.

My writing teacher once said that without life experiences, there's no inspiration, and that anything you write comes off as fake and inauthentic. The thing is, I stay cloistered in my room much of the time. Not that I can't go out... I just never do. Thus, I often draw inspiration from what I read, what I see, and what goes on in my brain during my nightly (or not?) slumber....

I've been interested in dreams, their bizarre nature, and the interpretation of dreams for a while now... So perhaps I'll be blogging about that...mostly... I think. (Other things, such as that poem I posted, shall pop up.) I've made previous attempts at blogging, but I was never able to find anything to shout to the world; I never blogged regularly... Even with this one, I think I'll start with some previous dreams, and later leave for a long period time, then come back... I get sporadic.

Anyway, that was just to state a few things there.

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Trip

The colour of the natural backdrop looming over my head

Has always been in azure shades

And drab green are the grass and leaves

And how they remain so still these colours;

Thus I wondered to myself,

Could I subject these places to miraculous change?

And here, the landscape does change

In which the sky becomes violet above my head

Which makes me think to myself

About the peculiar beauty of the shades

And now-blooming colours.

How odd is the blue grass, how rare the flowers and leaves!

Now violet are the leaves

After the foliage has undergone yet another change.

Have you seen the roses? There's a whole lot of colours.

I turn my head

To see the horizon in crimson shades

And loops and swirls in front of myself.

"How unusual these colours are," I think to myself!

As the petals and leaves

And plants morph into the sky's former, autumnal shades

And the panes above undertake further change

In fiery orange; over my head

Sails a slinky dragon in flashing colours.

The sky then dons sunny colours

As I witness around myself

Above my head

The stars blinking! And here, the leaves

Make the change

The transition from red to orange shades.

Into golden shades

The leaves become, though they do not wilt and crumble. Oh, the colours

Of the once-yellow background change

Into lush greens! Myself,

I twirl as the flowers and leaves

Dance, and lucky charms swirl about my head.

And here my trip without bodily travel ends; the shades

Of the skies, the lilies, the leaves transform to their rightful colours

Of green foreground backed by blue, and until next season, they cease to change.

 Just so you all know, I have never used LSD or any other type of hallucinogen. But I am very much enamoured by all things from the 1960s-early 1970s.

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