Hey y'all! Like I promised, the story is out! Not the full story.. but part 1! I thought that keeping it in shorter little posts would be better so I divided up the parts! Yay! There should be around 4 to 5 Parts! Maybe less though :] ALSO, takiotakav is officially moving. As in I'm no longer posting the stories here, instead I'll have links to link you to the story at the new location. I didn't want to deal with more format problems when putting my stories up so yeah. The new website is STILL under construction so bear with me. Anyways, please remember to keep reading, supporting and keep up to dated!
To read PART I, click here.
To read PART II, click here.
~mushroom.chan;;
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
New Story [The Two-Sided Journal] Coming Soon & Updates on Moving Process
Before you all continue to read. I hope you can all support my friend who designed the banner/header of this website by voting for her tshirt design as follows. She entered this tshirt contest, and it's important that you vote to support her. Every vote counts so yes YOU can make a difference! All you have to do is sign up and vote. Also, her tshirt sends out a really meaningful message so Please vote for Much Needed Change by clicking here. Log in/sign up, vote for the design at the bottom right-hand corner and support this talented artist and message. THANK YOU!
Okay so yes takiotakav is moving soon. It's pretty much almost confirmed however, I'm still deciding when to disclose the new website location. I'm fixing things up and I want the new place to be refreshed and up to date when you guys get there. So just wait another little while. I modified the look of this place a bit if you haven't noticed or if you didn't read my last blog here. It's a little dark but I like it and the header is really nice. It's drawn by my friend, Sabrina, who drew it using the graffiti application on Facebook.
So I know it's been nearly A YEAR since I've posted up a story and like months and months since I've posted any sort of "writing" I've done. The last time I've posted up something was like July and they were my poems, if you didn't read them, check them out here and for all the stories, click here. I apologize but once the school year started, I just had SO much on my plates and I couldn't even squeeze another story out of me during the Christmas Break. I did post up an old story that I wrote, it's actually my "first finished story" I wrote back in 2007, I think so if you haven't read it, click here to read. It's a interesting good one. A little emotional.
I also apologize for the many links I have on this post. I never used to use links but I discovered how useful they can be. And how fun they can be too! Okay so I know I've been talking too much about what I've written before and yadayada. So I know you guys are all anxious about my new story. So YES, I do have a new story that will be coming soon. I hope it's a good one, and I'm sure you guys will understand why it's been so long since I've posted up a story. I wrote two teasers for the story sort of like when people release movies or short films, they have trailers or teasers, so I tried something like that and hopefully, you guys will like the teaser and come back to read the story. There's two teasers for a reason, it's sort of like two different points of views in a way. So check it out below and enjoy! Please please SPREAD the word of this new story, new readers are ALWAYS welcomed. And SUBSCRIBE if you want to be kept up to date. THANKS!
The Two-Sided Journal
Teaser # 1:
I started to count the number of pages I had left whenever I missed her. Sometimes, I would hope that I could write like mad so I could finish it faster then maybe I coud have a chance of seeing her sooner. She promised me she would give me a new one as soon as I finished with my old one. But what I really needed or wanted wasn't a new journal from her but just to see her after all these long months. The one thing I was most afraid was losing her but maybe I never lost her because she wasn't mine to begin with.
Teaser # 2:
The day was creeping closer and sooner or later, I had to make the decision. Long and thick or short and thin? I had no idea what it should be. But whatever it may be though I hope it will last him a lifetime, though I don't know how many more journals I would be able to provide him nor do I know how long it will be until we meet again... But I hope that I can give him something where he can always share his secrets to. Where he'll be able to share his other side with.
P.S The story will be out soon. The earliest being the week of valentine's day. And the site will probably be moving to its new location sometime in March. Thanks! SPREAD THE WORD! :]
~mushroom.chan;; it's.been.long;;
Okay so yes takiotakav is moving soon. It's pretty much almost confirmed however, I'm still deciding when to disclose the new website location. I'm fixing things up and I want the new place to be refreshed and up to date when you guys get there. So just wait another little while. I modified the look of this place a bit if you haven't noticed or if you didn't read my last blog here. It's a little dark but I like it and the header is really nice. It's drawn by my friend, Sabrina, who drew it using the graffiti application on Facebook.
So I know it's been nearly A YEAR since I've posted up a story and like months and months since I've posted any sort of "writing" I've done. The last time I've posted up something was like July and they were my poems, if you didn't read them, check them out here and for all the stories, click here. I apologize but once the school year started, I just had SO much on my plates and I couldn't even squeeze another story out of me during the Christmas Break. I did post up an old story that I wrote, it's actually my "first finished story" I wrote back in 2007, I think so if you haven't read it, click here to read. It's a interesting good one. A little emotional.
I also apologize for the many links I have on this post. I never used to use links but I discovered how useful they can be. And how fun they can be too! Okay so I know I've been talking too much about what I've written before and yadayada. So I know you guys are all anxious about my new story. So YES, I do have a new story that will be coming soon. I hope it's a good one, and I'm sure you guys will understand why it's been so long since I've posted up a story. I wrote two teasers for the story sort of like when people release movies or short films, they have trailers or teasers, so I tried something like that and hopefully, you guys will like the teaser and come back to read the story. There's two teasers for a reason, it's sort of like two different points of views in a way. So check it out below and enjoy! Please please SPREAD the word of this new story, new readers are ALWAYS welcomed. And SUBSCRIBE if you want to be kept up to date. THANKS!
The Two-Sided Journal
Teaser # 1:
I started to count the number of pages I had left whenever I missed her. Sometimes, I would hope that I could write like mad so I could finish it faster then maybe I coud have a chance of seeing her sooner. She promised me she would give me a new one as soon as I finished with my old one. But what I really needed or wanted wasn't a new journal from her but just to see her after all these long months. The one thing I was most afraid was losing her but maybe I never lost her because she wasn't mine to begin with.
Teaser # 2:
The day was creeping closer and sooner or later, I had to make the decision. Long and thick or short and thin? I had no idea what it should be. But whatever it may be though I hope it will last him a lifetime, though I don't know how many more journals I would be able to provide him nor do I know how long it will be until we meet again... But I hope that I can give him something where he can always share his secrets to. Where he'll be able to share his other side with.
P.S The story will be out soon. The earliest being the week of valentine's day. And the site will probably be moving to its new location sometime in March. Thanks! SPREAD THE WORD! :]
~mushroom.chan;; it's.been.long;;
Friday, January 23, 2009
MOVING!
Okay. So I been messing around with the features on blogger, never really looked into this when I first used it, I mean I was just more concerned about posting up stories and everything. So I messed around it and changed the layout, I like it more now, my header is quite random, the title doesn't show up very well. Blogger has a limited amount of templates but credits to Sabbie for the header (well, it's really a facebook graffiti hohoho).
Anyways, yepp the title says it, Takio^Takav is MOVING! So I actually am re-editing this post I had up yesterday, cause I was very close into deciding NOT to move away from blogger after I fixed up my site a bit. But I think the formatting can't be fixed so I've been irritated with it so I'm going to be on a hunt for a new place. For now, it'll still be blogger but I'm pretty sure soon, this site will literally be "dead", really, I've tried to publish the last post I had here like 209348203948 times, and words were cut off because of the weird formatting.
Anyways, after a little messing around with blogger, I'm still alright with this place. So even if I don't use blogger anymore in the future, I'll try to post up the stories on here if I can, maybe a few days late though. I've been pretty inactive with my storyblog lately but I do get random inspirations from all these online people who posts videos and have this "huge" fanbase. Nope, I don't have a fanbase since 99% of my readers are all people I know but anywho, maybe one day, I'll have someone visit my storyblog and it'll be some random person I don't know. Who knows what's in store for me in the future.
So I think I've been saying "anyways" a little too much in this post. But yeah, be on the look out for new updates about the moving process. I've finally got these posts labelled so it's a little easier to navigate. Additionally, I added the "subscribe" button, SO be sure to SUBSCRIBE to keep up with what's going on. Just click on the "subscribe to posts" below my profile! THANK YOU.
Lastly, if you still HAVEN'T read my last entry of my "first story", check it out! It's amazing to see the way I wrote two years ago. Weird. And you might be surprised by the story. Anyways, hope you're all doing well. Ciao.
Anyways, yepp the title says it, Takio^Takav is MOVING! So I actually am re-editing this post I had up yesterday, cause I was very close into deciding NOT to move away from blogger after I fixed up my site a bit. But I think the formatting can't be fixed so I've been irritated with it so I'm going to be on a hunt for a new place. For now, it'll still be blogger but I'm pretty sure soon, this site will literally be "dead", really, I've tried to publish the last post I had here like 209348203948 times, and words were cut off because of the weird formatting.
Anyways, after a little messing around with blogger, I'm still alright with this place. So even if I don't use blogger anymore in the future, I'll try to post up the stories on here if I can, maybe a few days late though. I've been pretty inactive with my storyblog lately but I do get random inspirations from all these online people who posts videos and have this "huge" fanbase. Nope, I don't have a fanbase since 99% of my readers are all people I know but anywho, maybe one day, I'll have someone visit my storyblog and it'll be some random person I don't know. Who knows what's in store for me in the future.
So I think I've been saying "anyways" a little too much in this post. But yeah, be on the look out for new updates about the moving process. I've finally got these posts labelled so it's a little easier to navigate. Additionally, I added the "subscribe" button, SO be sure to SUBSCRIBE to keep up with what's going on. Just click on the "subscribe to posts" below my profile! THANK YOU.
Lastly, if you still HAVEN'T read my last entry of my "first story", check it out! It's amazing to see the way I wrote two years ago. Weird. And you might be surprised by the story. Anyways, hope you're all doing well. Ciao.
Friday, January 02, 2009
Happy Two Oh Oh Nine! <3 (HighSchool Love)
Blogger is not a very good blogger. Anyways, oh eight was awesome. two thousand nine will be definitely full of more great stuff. unfortunately, no new story for the new year, i haven't finished writing any new stories! but i have an older story to put up. one that was written 2 years ago, my first story in o6.
my brief round of thank yous `08 on blogger; for full round check my xanga, msn space or facebook.
thank you to all readers and supporters of this story blog. thank you everyone who had made this year so special and fun for me. thank you tvxq for bringing such amazing songs to my life, sharing your talent, representing your country with such great pride, and last but never ever the least, thank you wongfu: wes, ted & phil you guys are the one that inspired me to continue or start this again, you 3 helped me make this happen. you 3 helped me realize how much words can mean. :]
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lame title. sorry, i guess i couldn't think of a good title for this back then.
my brief round of thank yous `08 on blogger; for full round check my xanga, msn space or facebook.
thank you to all readers and supporters of this story blog. thank you everyone who had made this year so special and fun for me. thank you tvxq for bringing such amazing songs to my life, sharing your talent, representing your country with such great pride, and last but never ever the least, thank you wongfu: wes, ted & phil you guys are the one that inspired me to continue or start this again, you 3 helped me make this happen. you 3 helped me realize how much words can mean. :]
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lame title. sorry, i guess i couldn't think of a good title for this back then.
High School Love
By Alissa Tse
Prologue
A fresh new start, it's somewhere where you can start over with friends, teachers, marks, parents (well, possibly) and love, that’s what they said. They also told me it would be a new beginning for some. Entering high school was supposed to be a fresh start; I wasn't supposed to fall down like this. What went wrong or perhaps what did I do? Maybe I should have believed what a fellow once said "There's no such thing as high school love." Well, there was until Ray left me. I met Ray when I came to high school; he was in more than half my classes and was a pretty smart guy. I remember how I thought he was a nerd until I found out that he just had a deep interest in astronomy. And yeah, I love astronomy; it's beautiful just like art. We still didn't talk much even if we shared that interest until the time Ray supported me in a debate in science class, when he helped me with my solar system model and the time he was there for me when my ex whom I broke up with since grade 8 (he wasn't really my ex-boyfriend; all we did was like each other and were really good friends) had a huge argument with me for not liking him & "dumping" him and not telling him. I remember I ended up crying the whole afternoon at my locker, well when the halls were empty. I tried to keep it in but once I was alone, I just broke down. I guess I wasn't really alone, Ray was there. He came and sat there right beside me and didn't say a single word. My tears just kept on coming out and his sleeve was all wet at the end because he ran out of tissues. That was also the first time he hugged me, I guess he heard the whole argument because he said to me "That dude is a jerk. It's okay. Everything is going to be alright. Trust me. I'm here for you. I promise" I didn't know what time it was but I must have dozed off a bit but it seemed like I cried for ages but Ray was there, the whole time. He never left me alone until now.
Part I
The sewing needle was sitting there on top of my desk tempting me to grab it. I took it and I started to play around with it. Poking it into my skin and making holes that could never be mended. Then I saw it, my tiny scar from a year ago, I poked at it and started to scratch it stroke by stroke. It got itchy and started to hurt but I didn’t feel a thing. Stroke by stroke, it went deeper and deeper, the skin got red but this pattern continued until a tear dropped and blended with the small droplet of blood. I was bleeding. I stopped, looked at my cut and started to laugh. I saw it, another scar forming, I kept laughing and then I broke down. I cried and cried until I felt something or maybe it was someone. Maybe it was Ray here telling me everything was okay like he always did. Maybe he didn’t leave me after all; maybe if I just lifted my head and opened my eyes, he’ll be there to hug me. It was Ray, I could feel it. I opened my eyes. Nothing. I blinked. No one. Nothing was there except my pillow beside me that fell from my bed. There was no one there. I was alone forever by myself. Ray left me forever and he’s not coming back because he’s gone… forever.
Part II
Thoughts were racing through my head, my hands were shaking, my body was still, I wanted to scream but nothing would come out. My heart beat kept going faster and faster, I don't know what was happening, images, words, and everything racing across my head. It was like the dream again, the same dream coming back again and again. It's there when I'm sleeping at night and here when I'm not. I couldn't control myself, it was taking over me. I wanted to grab something, someone to squeeze and hug tight. I must find someone to hug, hide and be protected from. The dream was haunting me, it wouldn't leave me alone, I couldn't write properly, I couldn't think properly and I couldn't run anywhere. I shuffled through the papers on my desk to find someone to call and there it was. The photo of Ray and I at astro night, how i love astronomy, how i love... Ray. I stared at the photo, eyes still, not blinking at all. I kept staring, not moving any part of me. The thoughts and everything were gone now. A small smile appeared on my face then a tear dribbled down my cheek. I sat there, still not moving with the photo in front of me and tears falling down my cheek one by one slowly until I started to cry. Laughing, crying, I didn't know what I was doing, I didn't know anything anymore. I closed my eyes and I could feel the watery tears surrounding it, then I started seeing stars like that astro night when I was with Ray...
Part III
I don't know why I was doing it again. It didn't matter if I knew what it would be like, I couldn't control myself. I just couldn't. The dream takes over me and now the sewing needle. I don't know what I'm doing to myself. Heal after heal, stroke after stroke, dream after dream, it's not stopping, nothing's changing, it's all staying the same like this forever just like how Ray is gone forever and he isn't coming back ever again. Now nothing is stopping, I remember the astro night when I was lying under the stars with Ray, he was holding my hand, and he had felt my cut that was on my left hand. He sat up and took out hiss cellphone for light. He saw it and asked in a whisper what happened and what was wrong, I told him about it and I said I'd never do it again but I started to cry a bit. But Ray was there, he hugged me and I felt that he was there forever and ever. I thought I would never do it again after that night, no more scars or cuts forever but... why is this happening again, after one whole year, the scar is getting deeper and deeper and it's staying like this on my left hand forever. It's haunting me and it's not leaving me forever. But why? Why did Ray leave me? Why did he have to go away like this? Why is he gone forever and not coming back again? Why?
Part IV
I no longer know who I am, all I can do now is doubt, doubt myself, life and everything around me. I don’t know what is happening; I don’t understand why, why I’m like this. Why Ray left and why I hurt myself this way. I look at the scar and I hate myself, for what I did, maybe that’s why Ray left for the same reason why I want to give up on myself and all the hope in the world. Maybe Ray left because he’s giving up on me because I no longer know who I am, I’m giving… up? Am I? I don’t know, I don’t want to know. Or maybe I’m just trying to run away... but then something is stopping me from running and it’s not letting me continue on. From the day I picked up that needle, it stayed with me, it was like it was part of me, part of my life, it seemed like the perfect answer or solution to all my questions but why does it seem like I don’t know what the answers are? What did I do wrong? I only tried to do well in school, I love astronomy and I love... loved Ray when I came here but what’s happening now. Who am I? Who is…Kera? Who… What… Where... I don’t know myself anymore. And why isn’t Ray here like he promised me. Tears started to roll down my cheeks then there I saw it, an envelope with a letter inside from… from… Ray, maybe he didn’t… didn’t leave me… after all. I opened the enveloped and unfolded the letter, it said:
Dear Kera,
I don’t know how to say this but I love you. From the day we’ve been friends, it’s been the most amazing ever. Thanks for being here in my life and thanks for being my one and only girl. I love you and yes I’ll say it for my first time and perhaps my last time too, I love you deep down from my heart. You have been the greatest and I’ll miss you. I’m sorry I must leave you; it wasn’t supposed to be like this. No “happy HAPPY” endings, I guess? =\ I have left you many of our treasures but do try to forget about me, I promise the treasure will always be somewhere in your closet and your heart. Kera, promise me you’ll be strong, don’t cry because I’m always here beside you no matter where I am. I still love you. Please be happy always, no matter where I am. Don’t cry but keep smiling, because your smile shines my world. And most of all, NEVER give up on yourself, love yourself and don’t give up because I would NEVER give up on you. You know who you are deep inside and you must keep smiling. Don’t ever hurt yourself, we’re all worth to love ourselves and we’re all unique. Don’t hate but love. Kera, stay strong and take care and remember I’m not gone forever because I’m always here with you in your heart, always. Please take care.
Love Always,
Ray
P.S I’m sorry I have to leave and go away for real forever.
I was crying with joys of tear, Ray was the best guy ever. But he had to go and leave me. I didn’t know what to do anymore after reading this letter. But there was more, tucked away in the envelope was a note, it said:
Kera,
I love you, haha. Remember the photo album you gave me? Go into your closet right now. =]
love Ray
I stood up weakly and walked to my closet; I opened it and saw a big box. Inside the box was a photo album. I flipped through it and all our memories were coming back to me, all the good and bad times with Ray. After awhile, I finally got to the end, and there was another note.
Kera,
Keep smiling! Don’t hurt yourself or give up on yourself! Because you know who you are and you’re really special. Look at this album when you’re sad or even when you’re happy. Know that even though I left you forever, I’m really still here, in your heart always. So long, my girl!
love Ray
Ray was really here all along and he finally woke me up to my life, he was always here in my heart. I don’t know why I gave up on myself but Ray never did, he always had faith in my. Ray is in my heart even if he’s gone forever and if he’s not coming back again. Ray, wherever you are, I love you, thanks and I’ll always remember you forever in my heart, I always will.
Epilogue
The sun was bright but I didn’t want to go out just yet. It was quite early in the morning and my whole house was quiet but I liked it. I needed a little quiet, peaceful, alone time. I went to my closet, opened it and took out a big box. I took out the photo album inside and went back to my bed. I opened it and started to look at the photos. It was the greatest memories of Ray and I that will never leave my heart. It’ll stay in my heart forever just like Ray will even if he’s gone forever. =\ It has been a long time ever since that week of my breakdown… Ray had waked me up in what could be a nightmare or dream, he taught me how to stand back up and not give up on myself…ever. A month had passed since Ray’s funeral, I’m sad but for Ray’s sake, I’ll keep smiling but not just for him but myself too. Ray had lived 16 short years but he never was sad, he had the best 16 years of his life. It was not fair that Ray got sick like that but I guess we’ve learn life’s not fair all the time and we just got to cope with it. At the worst times of life, sometimes you just have to laugh it off, like Ray. From the day he was sick to the moment he died, he was still smiling deep down from his heart. I don’t know why God or whoever had to take him away but I guess he’s gone forever and he’s not going to come back. But he’s always here to me because he has never left me in my heart.
~mushroom-chan;; thank.you.&.happy.oh.nine;;
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
Moving On From Him
I guess it's time for an update. Wow, I can't believe it's already "summertime". It never "really" feels like time has pasted that fast. It always feels like that the past year just went by a lil too fast and it's not much different this year except it feels like it went by WAY too fast this year. Last night I had a dream and it related to Ottawa in a way but it was weird cause I got off the bus for some choir thing while everyone else didn't. But the weird thing is these people were heading home and somehow, the place the choir was dropped off was close enough for my dad to come pick me up. Weird dreams, eh? Lately, I've been watching a tvb chinese series called Heart of Greed, I think I've gotten so "obsessed" with it that a lot of what happened in the series has affected me. I won't spoil it for you readers cause it's still screening in Toronto on fairchild tv. But I must mention that the series was filmed very well and all the characters were portrayed amazingly. Moses is amazing at doing his character, haha soo funny! And Linda and Raymond and a lot of others characters. It's a series that you should all definetely watch!
Onto another note, now that grade 11 is officially over, in a few weeks, I'll be a grade 12. I know that I'm definetely not ready yet but I guess I can just "hope for the best" in September. I feel kind of irritated that the "end of the year" seemed so rushed, like I couldn't get quite a few grads to sign my yearbook AND it feels like I still haven't said proper goodbye to them. I guess msn will just have to do! But anyways, I would like to wish all readers who are grads all the best in uni and that you must come visit us because I'm just "that awesome" LOL, kidding. But yknow, the grade 11s are quite awesome ;]. And for the rest of the readers, all the best for you all next year and to the ones that shared memories with me this year, thanks <3.>
Anyways, this is the last batch of poems that was included in my poetry portfolio so enjoy them while they last ;]. I think it's quite coincedental of the order I decided to post some poems because I think choosing to post these 2 last and at this time is perfect because it really really relates to the series I just finished watching, heehee. Anyways, hope you all enjoy and leave a comment ;]
~mushroom-chan;; heart.of.greed.ftw;;
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So the poem below is an ode and it can be quite generalized to someone praising their brother, parents, friends or boyfriend. I don't have a real answer of who this ode was praising in my opinion so just interpet it the way you want. But if you watched the heart of greed... haha nevermind.
Him
I still hear his voice
On dark lonely nights
I still feel his soul
Under the cold covers
I still feel his cozy cuddles
When hugging a teddy bear
I still hear his soft whispers
When the wind breezes by
I still see his strong body
When a storm hits the area
I still feel his warm hands
Under the cold running water
I still hear his name
When the attendance is called
He went by the name Avery
And sometimes just Ave
These memories of him
Can never leave me
He was awesome
Greater than awesome
When I walk down the track
I still feel the sound of his foot
Running hard and making long strides
To become the champion he is
When reading about myths
I am reminded of him
Because he is a god
My god of support
When crossing Rancliff lane
I go back to that rainy day
Where he saved my life
And became my hero
I opened these books
And I see him as Einstein
I look at these photos
And I see him as happiness
I must have been lucky
To have been loved by
Not only a god
But my very own hero
Alissa Tse*
The following poem is an elegy, which is a poem that mourns about someone's death or the dead. Again, interpret it the way you want. But again, if you relate to the Heart of Greed, haha fine i'll just shush about that now.
Moving On
When we were young children
We learned to greet others
“Hello” when we saw them
And “Goodbye” when they left
But these words weren’t just greetings
They were the beginnings and the endings
To people, to tales, and to relationships
To myths, to friendships, and to stories
I didn’t know how to say goodbye
To friends and people I loved
And I didn’t want to say hello
Knowing soon, I’ll have to say goodbye
Sometimes the hellos came with happiness
And goodbyes ended with sorrow
Sometimes the hellos came with hurt
And goodbyes ended with hurt as well
But people keep telling me that
I have to say goodbye to you
Even if letting go of you
Meant sorrow and hurt to me
But I want to ask why…
I have to learn to move on
And to say goodbye
In this tragic way
I don’t know how to face
More days without you
I don’t know how to accept
That you are gone
They say you’ll always be there with me
Because you’re always looking down at me
From the beautiful clouds in the day
And the shining stars at night
They say that even though
You’re not here anymore
Your soul is with me
And you have never left
Then why must I say goodbye
Why do I have to move on?
When you’re still always here
Why must I let go?
If I knew it was going to be so hard
Maybe I should have left with you
Then maybe we could be together
Without having to say goodbye
But I guess once I said hello
I have to say goodbye
Once I have held on
I have to let go
I love you so dearly,
I will never forget you
Even if I must move on
You will be in my heart
It’s time to close the book
Time for this story to end
Time for me to say “goodbye”
Time for me to move on.
Alissa Tse*
~mushroom-chan;; my.heart.leads;;
Onto another note, now that grade 11 is officially over, in a few weeks, I'll be a grade 12. I know that I'm definetely not ready yet but I guess I can just "hope for the best" in September. I feel kind of irritated that the "end of the year" seemed so rushed, like I couldn't get quite a few grads to sign my yearbook AND it feels like I still haven't said proper goodbye to them. I guess msn will just have to do! But anyways, I would like to wish all readers who are grads all the best in uni and that you must come visit us because I'm just "that awesome" LOL, kidding. But yknow, the grade 11s are quite awesome ;]. And for the rest of the readers, all the best for you all next year and to the ones that shared memories with me this year, thanks <3.>
Anyways, this is the last batch of poems that was included in my poetry portfolio so enjoy them while they last ;]. I think it's quite coincedental of the order I decided to post some poems because I think choosing to post these 2 last and at this time is perfect because it really really relates to the series I just finished watching, heehee. Anyways, hope you all enjoy and leave a comment ;]
~mushroom-chan;; heart.of.greed.ftw;;
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So the poem below is an ode and it can be quite generalized to someone praising their brother, parents, friends or boyfriend. I don't have a real answer of who this ode was praising in my opinion so just interpet it the way you want. But if you watched the heart of greed... haha nevermind.
Him
I still hear his voice
On dark lonely nights
I still feel his soul
Under the cold covers
I still feel his cozy cuddles
When hugging a teddy bear
I still hear his soft whispers
When the wind breezes by
I still see his strong body
When a storm hits the area
I still feel his warm hands
Under the cold running water
I still hear his name
When the attendance is called
He went by the name Avery
And sometimes just Ave
These memories of him
Can never leave me
He was awesome
Greater than awesome
When I walk down the track
I still feel the sound of his foot
Running hard and making long strides
To become the champion he is
When reading about myths
I am reminded of him
Because he is a god
My god of support
When crossing Rancliff lane
I go back to that rainy day
Where he saved my life
And became my hero
I opened these books
And I see him as Einstein
I look at these photos
And I see him as happiness
I must have been lucky
To have been loved by
Not only a god
But my very own hero
Alissa Tse*
The following poem is an elegy, which is a poem that mourns about someone's death or the dead. Again, interpret it the way you want. But again, if you relate to the Heart of Greed, haha fine i'll just shush about that now.
Moving On
When we were young children
We learned to greet others
“Hello” when we saw them
And “Goodbye” when they left
But these words weren’t just greetings
They were the beginnings and the endings
To people, to tales, and to relationships
To myths, to friendships, and to stories
I didn’t know how to say goodbye
To friends and people I loved
And I didn’t want to say hello
Knowing soon, I’ll have to say goodbye
Sometimes the hellos came with happiness
And goodbyes ended with sorrow
Sometimes the hellos came with hurt
And goodbyes ended with hurt as well
But people keep telling me that
I have to say goodbye to you
Even if letting go of you
Meant sorrow and hurt to me
But I want to ask why…
I have to learn to move on
And to say goodbye
In this tragic way
I don’t know how to face
More days without you
I don’t know how to accept
That you are gone
They say you’ll always be there with me
Because you’re always looking down at me
From the beautiful clouds in the day
And the shining stars at night
They say that even though
You’re not here anymore
Your soul is with me
And you have never left
Then why must I say goodbye
Why do I have to move on?
When you’re still always here
Why must I let go?
If I knew it was going to be so hard
Maybe I should have left with you
Then maybe we could be together
Without having to say goodbye
But I guess once I said hello
I have to say goodbye
Once I have held on
I have to let go
I love you so dearly,
I will never forget you
Even if I must move on
You will be in my heart
It’s time to close the book
Time for this story to end
Time for me to say “goodbye”
Time for me to move on.
Alissa Tse*
~mushroom-chan;; my.heart.leads;;
Friday, June 13, 2008
The Story of Poetry
So yeah, I'm updating again... not so bad, eh? Less than 2 weeks! Anyways, I was feeling a lil (inserts word) and I kept thinking of my invisible poem. Yeah, even people like me can be emo! And well, just kept thinking about it, of course for a reason, but if you really want to know that reason, well have fun trying to figure it out! Anyways, I'm halfway into exams, so I might as well do an update before i'm poof, gone YET again! And plus, I'm taking a break today then it's all back to studying yet again. Except... I don't know.. it's not soo bad, the idea of it cause I don't really want the year to end. I don't crave on summer that much, and absolutely not grade 12. However, maybe I just want to sort of ditch this place for awhile. I don't know, I feel like I need some fresh new things to come in my life. *thinks about wongfu* Haha. I feel like I'm very bashful. Oh well, I don't mean to offend any of my readers. I guess the year coming to an end just makes me really sad. I'm going to miss a lot of you guys, hopefully even if you're in uni and all that you'll all come here once in awhile to check out new stories AND poems! ;] Anyways, I was debating whether I should respond to the comments you guys all made or not. And I haven't decided. Well, I'll do it generally: thanks for all the compliments, and I'm glad you all enjoyed the poems as much as I enjoyed them. And thanks for the warm support and "feel better comments" <3. Anyways, I've got another two set of poems below, so enjoy and please leave a warm msg. LOL
~mushroom-chan;; cause.i'm.just.invisible;;
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So this poem was written very close to the due date of the portfolio. As a "writer", it's not easy coming up with poems that fast, so rhyme was a little hard on these one, it was more just of trying to flow and incorporate all my feelings towards the theme of "love" as that is what my "create my own" poems were based on. The poem has to do with love because of course, in every poem, whether it was a ballad, an elegy, it explained or related to something about love. So anyways, have you guys heard "the story" yet:
Our Story
The day you took my hand
The day you said you loved me
You promised you won’t be gone
That you’ll always be with me
But now, where did you go?
Where did you leave to?
Why aren’t you here?
Why aren’t you with me?
I still remember those dark warm nights
When the moon was still half as bright
You would take me by the hand
And hold me tightly, and never letting go
We would walk under the stars
On this never-ending path
And even if it was snowing,
it felt like the sun was glowing
I still remember those sunny bright mornings,
I would lay half awake on my bed
And without a sound, you would come over
To greet me and Avery, “good morning”
Out of bed I would be,
Just in time to walk in
To another great day and place
With an amazing breakfast
We went through everything together
From elementary school to university
From friendship to relationships
From marriage but not to death
You used to be there to say “good night”
And always there to say “good morning”
We went through the happy times together
And definitely the bad times together
But then came the night
When our finale was written
Only one page left
When our story came to an end
Our story was sweet
But ended in bitter
But as long as it still lives
It will always be our story
Our story ended
And yours did too
And I know mine
Will end soon too
The day you took my hand
You never told me that
This is what it will be like
When you were gone
Alissa Tse*
(yeah, i know some parts were umm quite weird D=)
Another poem I had to write was based on a poem about this guy called Richard Cory... I made it emo. oops D: but yeah, life's not as simple as people make it seems like it does... sometimes, it may be.. but other times we just don't realize the pain people go through... and yet we never sit down to think about how the others feel. We always end up just thinking for ourselves, but haven't ever thought about them. I guess that's what I wanted to incorporate, in the poem we read, Richard Cory was like soo amazing and he seemed like a happy guy and then one night, he put a bullet through his head (the poem states) so my poem just shows.. it's not really what the public all thought. Because, the story of Richard Cory wasn't that simple:
The Story of Richard Cory
Legends had spoke of this great man
Different stories from one to another
It was said that Richard Cory was happy
a man who was kind, noble, brave and wealthy
But not many knew about his deepest secrets
The messages that he vaguely showed
No one knew about the pain he had
The unhappiness that he had gone through
The town saw a great big smile,
On a man dressed in a fashionable style
But what went on behind this man’s face
The town knew nothing of
Lucky or not, I do not know
But the other side of Cory
I dare can say I have seen
And happy it was not
Money meant nothing to him
For he had no one to spend it with
Born as a lonely child and
Having no more family after 25
At the age of five,
His mother had died
Not long after,
His father followed
The lovely age of 25 then came,
Where he met his love of his life
But only to have to lose her and
Say goodbye two years later
His heart was played with
Taken away and torn apart
His feelings were trashed
And treated like dirt
But Richard never cared
And when things seem to settle
It all just went crashing again
And he had to say goodbye
Richard hated the word “goodbye”
Because every time, he said it,
He lost another one he loved
Another one he cared about
Then finally, came the time
That he could take no more
He was going to say “good bye”
For the very last time
He chose that same summer night
Where he lost all his loved ones
He took away his soul so that
He can say his one last “goodbye”
The story started with
calm, beautiful and peaceful
only for an ending of
sorrow, dark, and death
-Alissa Tse
Poor Richard Cory is all I have left to say. Anyways, that's all I have for now. I'll be back again for more later... so stay tuned and keep checking back. And once again ENJOY! And lastly, I want to thank WongFu one more time for making amazing videos that always seem to bring a smile to my face no matter what. <3>
~mushroom-chan;; don't.want.to.say.goodbye;;
~mushroom-chan;; cause.i'm.just.invisible;;
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~POEMS~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
So this poem was written very close to the due date of the portfolio. As a "writer", it's not easy coming up with poems that fast, so rhyme was a little hard on these one, it was more just of trying to flow and incorporate all my feelings towards the theme of "love" as that is what my "create my own" poems were based on. The poem has to do with love because of course, in every poem, whether it was a ballad, an elegy, it explained or related to something about love. So anyways, have you guys heard "the story" yet:
Our Story
The day you took my hand
The day you said you loved me
You promised you won’t be gone
That you’ll always be with me
But now, where did you go?
Where did you leave to?
Why aren’t you here?
Why aren’t you with me?
I still remember those dark warm nights
When the moon was still half as bright
You would take me by the hand
And hold me tightly, and never letting go
We would walk under the stars
On this never-ending path
And even if it was snowing,
it felt like the sun was glowing
I still remember those sunny bright mornings,
I would lay half awake on my bed
And without a sound, you would come over
To greet me and Avery, “good morning”
Out of bed I would be,
Just in time to walk in
To another great day and place
With an amazing breakfast
We went through everything together
From elementary school to university
From friendship to relationships
From marriage but not to death
You used to be there to say “good night”
And always there to say “good morning”
We went through the happy times together
And definitely the bad times together
But then came the night
When our finale was written
Only one page left
When our story came to an end
Our story was sweet
But ended in bitter
But as long as it still lives
It will always be our story
Our story ended
And yours did too
And I know mine
Will end soon too
The day you took my hand
You never told me that
This is what it will be like
When you were gone
Alissa Tse*
(yeah, i know some parts were umm quite weird D=)
Another poem I had to write was based on a poem about this guy called Richard Cory... I made it emo. oops D: but yeah, life's not as simple as people make it seems like it does... sometimes, it may be.. but other times we just don't realize the pain people go through... and yet we never sit down to think about how the others feel. We always end up just thinking for ourselves, but haven't ever thought about them. I guess that's what I wanted to incorporate, in the poem we read, Richard Cory was like soo amazing and he seemed like a happy guy and then one night, he put a bullet through his head (the poem states) so my poem just shows.. it's not really what the public all thought. Because, the story of Richard Cory wasn't that simple:
The Story of Richard Cory
Legends had spoke of this great man
Different stories from one to another
It was said that Richard Cory was happy
a man who was kind, noble, brave and wealthy
But not many knew about his deepest secrets
The messages that he vaguely showed
No one knew about the pain he had
The unhappiness that he had gone through
The town saw a great big smile,
On a man dressed in a fashionable style
But what went on behind this man’s face
The town knew nothing of
Lucky or not, I do not know
But the other side of Cory
I dare can say I have seen
And happy it was not
Money meant nothing to him
For he had no one to spend it with
Born as a lonely child and
Having no more family after 25
At the age of five,
His mother had died
Not long after,
His father followed
The lovely age of 25 then came,
Where he met his love of his life
But only to have to lose her and
Say goodbye two years later
His heart was played with
Taken away and torn apart
His feelings were trashed
And treated like dirt
But Richard never cared
And when things seem to settle
It all just went crashing again
And he had to say goodbye
Richard hated the word “goodbye”
Because every time, he said it,
He lost another one he loved
Another one he cared about
Then finally, came the time
That he could take no more
He was going to say “good bye”
For the very last time
He chose that same summer night
Where he lost all his loved ones
He took away his soul so that
He can say his one last “goodbye”
The story started with
calm, beautiful and peaceful
only for an ending of
sorrow, dark, and death
-Alissa Tse
Poor Richard Cory is all I have left to say. Anyways, that's all I have for now. I'll be back again for more later... so stay tuned and keep checking back. And once again ENJOY! And lastly, I want to thank WongFu one more time for making amazing videos that always seem to bring a smile to my face no matter what. <3>
~mushroom-chan;; don't.want.to.say.goodbye;;
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Back from a Long Break: Birth Of Poetry
So I know I've been dead for a very LONG time... And I didn't expect to not write in 4 months but once regionals came, everything just started coming and I had no time to write any stories and my brain was soo clogged that no ideas came. But I think I am back for a bit now, I just thought I'll put up an update before I disappear again because of exams. But I'm sure going to try to update as often as I can during the summer, but no promises =\ So quite a bit has happened lately, and I just want to thank all those who shared so much memories with me in grade 11, I still can't believe that it's coming to an end. I keep thinking sometimes that we still have the Ottawa Nationals trip only remembering that it is only the past now. But good times, good times. I thank everyone of you who made my year this year so much more memorable. Thanks for those who kept sticking there with me, tolerating my attitude and stuff. I couldn't have gone through without you guys. I'm so grateful to have met soo many new people and I'm sure going to miss a lot of you guys next year. But hey, we'll KIT.
Anyways, so you probably are wondering what I mean by the "Birthy Of Poetry", so at school, in maybe like near March, we were working on Poetry(?) and I got a little into it. Although it was actaully a required assignment where I had to write a few poems and research a few poems, I still think I put some thought into this writing. I wanted to post it here when I wrote them but because I didn't have the time and my teacher had not marked it yet, I decided not to. Yesterday, I got my poetry portfolio back so I decided to post up the poems I wrote (not sure if i'm going to do it one by one or...) but anyways, i don't really have the portfolio with me anymore, it was like a scrapbook of my life (in a way). I don't have it because my teacher wanted to keep it but fear not, i still have the poems. Haha, so hope you enjoy these poems of mine. Thanks <3>
~mushroom-chan;; just.not.ready;;
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~POEMS~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
So this is one of the very first poems I wrote for the unit. At the beggining of this unit, my teacher had asked us to write a lyric, in the end, she gave it back to us to be included in our portfolio and marked then. A lyric is a form of poem that expresses intense emotions and feelings of the author. This lyric/poem actaully reflects off myself quite a bit, it means a lot to me, I did generalized some things but it's again quite personal (and possibly not that hard to relate to)
The Power of You
If I had a second opportunity
I might have chosen differently,
to not go so fast
but now, this is only the past.
I was a lost child,
but you made me smile.
You helped me find
everything I left behind.
You took me by the hand
only to make me understand,
that true love doesn't exist
that I took the wrong risk.
And when I tried to let go
you wouldn't go with the flow,
you held on to me tight
like I was your only light.
The words you used on me
became the very key,
that opened my heart again
and caused me so much pain.
I cried so much for you
because yes, it was true,
it was true
that I loved you.
You protected me from my fears
but also gave me tears,
you made me laugh
but also tore me in half.
You had that power
to shine like a beautiful flower,
then you gave me a ride
to meet your dark side.
I don't want to see you again,
I don’t want to go through this pain,
I don’t want this to be true,
I don’t want to love you.
So if I had a second chance
I would have taken a glance,
of your possible dedication
to this imperfection.
Alissa Tse*
Ohkay, so that's one of the first poems I wrote. The second poem I'm going to post up today is quite short and simple in a way. But again, it's not as "happy" as you may think it is. This poem was a very nice experiment perhaps? And I decided to include this poem in the poetry portofolio like last minute but I think my teacher enjoyed it a lot, haha, guess it was more deep and emotional then I thought it would be. So ever thought of what it would be like to be invisible? Here's what it's like:
Invisible
Don’t be so keen
On not being seen
It’s not the same
As fun and games
Walking through malls
Passing through walls
No one knows you
It’s sad but it’s true
No one will share
No one will care
You’re left all alone
In your own little zone
The feeling of invisible
Is actually invincible
No one to help you
No one, not even you
There’s no magical potion
Not even a lotion
So don’t be agreeable
When asked to be invisible
- Alissa Tse
The explanation in my portfolio of the "Invisible" Poem:
"I decided to include this poem that I wrote early in the poetry unit because it reminds me of a significant point of my life and something that is important to me. I’ve always remembered that when we were young, we thought being invisible would be so cool because then no one would be able to see us and we would be able to do so many things we couldn’t do when we were visible. I decided to write this poem because I was reminded of this topic while watching a video/short produced by this group where the coolest super power was to be invisible. Although I see the advantage and ability of being invisible, people would never actually think what invisible “really” meant until they have felt it. Well, I once had felt invisible around people, like I never or didn’t exist. I will have to say it’s not the greatest feeling of all. It’s not the nicest to feel invisible or left out around your friends because when you feel that all the people you always cared about and treasured didn’t feel the same way for you. In my poem, I tried to incorporate the feeling of loneliness with the super power definition of invisible together to point out that invisible is more than doing cool things because sometimes, it’s not really that cool to be invisible."
Alright, that's all I have for today. I'll be back soon with more updates. Stay tuned!
~mushroom-chan;; poetrified.LOL;;
Anyways, so you probably are wondering what I mean by the "Birthy Of Poetry", so at school, in maybe like near March, we were working on Poetry(?) and I got a little into it. Although it was actaully a required assignment where I had to write a few poems and research a few poems, I still think I put some thought into this writing. I wanted to post it here when I wrote them but because I didn't have the time and my teacher had not marked it yet, I decided not to. Yesterday, I got my poetry portfolio back so I decided to post up the poems I wrote (not sure if i'm going to do it one by one or...) but anyways, i don't really have the portfolio with me anymore, it was like a scrapbook of my life (in a way). I don't have it because my teacher wanted to keep it but fear not, i still have the poems. Haha, so hope you enjoy these poems of mine. Thanks <3>
~mushroom-chan;; just.not.ready;;
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~POEMS~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
So this is one of the very first poems I wrote for the unit. At the beggining of this unit, my teacher had asked us to write a lyric, in the end, she gave it back to us to be included in our portfolio and marked then. A lyric is a form of poem that expresses intense emotions and feelings of the author. This lyric/poem actaully reflects off myself quite a bit, it means a lot to me, I did generalized some things but it's again quite personal (and possibly not that hard to relate to)
The Power of You
If I had a second opportunity
I might have chosen differently,
to not go so fast
but now, this is only the past.
I was a lost child,
but you made me smile.
You helped me find
everything I left behind.
You took me by the hand
only to make me understand,
that true love doesn't exist
that I took the wrong risk.
And when I tried to let go
you wouldn't go with the flow,
you held on to me tight
like I was your only light.
The words you used on me
became the very key,
that opened my heart again
and caused me so much pain.
I cried so much for you
because yes, it was true,
it was true
that I loved you.
You protected me from my fears
but also gave me tears,
you made me laugh
but also tore me in half.
You had that power
to shine like a beautiful flower,
then you gave me a ride
to meet your dark side.
I don't want to see you again,
I don’t want to go through this pain,
I don’t want this to be true,
I don’t want to love you.
So if I had a second chance
I would have taken a glance,
of your possible dedication
to this imperfection.
Alissa Tse*
Ohkay, so that's one of the first poems I wrote. The second poem I'm going to post up today is quite short and simple in a way. But again, it's not as "happy" as you may think it is. This poem was a very nice experiment perhaps? And I decided to include this poem in the poetry portofolio like last minute but I think my teacher enjoyed it a lot, haha, guess it was more deep and emotional then I thought it would be. So ever thought of what it would be like to be invisible? Here's what it's like:
Invisible
Don’t be so keen
On not being seen
It’s not the same
As fun and games
Walking through malls
Passing through walls
No one knows you
It’s sad but it’s true
No one will share
No one will care
You’re left all alone
In your own little zone
The feeling of invisible
Is actually invincible
No one to help you
No one, not even you
There’s no magical potion
Not even a lotion
So don’t be agreeable
When asked to be invisible
- Alissa Tse
The explanation in my portfolio of the "Invisible" Poem:
"I decided to include this poem that I wrote early in the poetry unit because it reminds me of a significant point of my life and something that is important to me. I’ve always remembered that when we were young, we thought being invisible would be so cool because then no one would be able to see us and we would be able to do so many things we couldn’t do when we were visible. I decided to write this poem because I was reminded of this topic while watching a video/short produced by this group where the coolest super power was to be invisible. Although I see the advantage and ability of being invisible, people would never actually think what invisible “really” meant until they have felt it. Well, I once had felt invisible around people, like I never or didn’t exist. I will have to say it’s not the greatest feeling of all. It’s not the nicest to feel invisible or left out around your friends because when you feel that all the people you always cared about and treasured didn’t feel the same way for you. In my poem, I tried to incorporate the feeling of loneliness with the super power definition of invisible together to point out that invisible is more than doing cool things because sometimes, it’s not really that cool to be invisible."
Alright, that's all I have for today. I'll be back soon with more updates. Stay tuned!
~mushroom-chan;; poetrified.LOL;;
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