It was finally cold: sans-sun. Refreshing, but somehow it felt like reminiscence lurks somewhere in the darker corners formed; however, it seems that, because of the lack of light, there’s little room to hide in imaginary shadows.
Well, that’s how a day could start off, isn’t it?
Everything seems to sit awkwardly still; there’s nothing moving except my fingers, and there’s no one else in here.
Well, I was supposed to be in a triple room, but it seems that both of my roommates never moved in. Well, one did, but he disappeared.
So here I am. Lonely as ever. Makes me miss home a little more.
At first I was afraid of mingling a little; I felt myself alienating myself like usual. Nothing unusual, but I wanted to change something. I tried, and kinda succeeded. Or so I hope, anyway.
Countless weeks of blood, sweat, and cardboard, and finally concluding with only twenty more hours before I may start my three-day holiday… only to have to reassemble my brain for school. Nonetheless, I have never felt so anticipated to go to school in any time frame of my life. It’s a new and epic feeling, but not quite a movie. Yet.
She walks onto stage from the left direction. Or maybe she walks onto the stage from the right. Maybe she’ll fly onto stage, attached hideously by transparent wires. Maybe she’ll appear out of nowhere, or so you’ll think.
She’s going to walk placidly and elegantly. She’s going to walk like a walking, swaying coconut tree from Cuba. Or she’s going to walk like a stoic tiger with such majestic marching and a powerful face. Maybe she’s going to walk with shaking knees, barely supporting her body, as she breaks down into a fountain of woe onto the hard, oak floors.
Regardless of where or how she’s going to walk onto stage, she’s going to sing, chant, dance, or dictate your life to you; if only you could write it for her.
Indeed, this is the blog of Franky Liu. Voukah is simply a compilation of random thoughts and useless rambling as he goes through an interestingly mundane life. With that, he is quite emotional and many times annoying; sometimes he wonders if he is narcissistic as well. He also may cause upset stomach. He also enjoys speaking in third person.
Voukah, its design and its writing belong to Franky Liu, with the exception of quotations, stock images, or anything otherwise obvious. Yes, the damned design is mine.