Random-ness

It’s 3 am in the morning and I have to get up at 8am for class, and I am binge internet-ing.  I think sleep is a waste of time.

Oh, btw the intro.  I am Meiyi, that’s one word don’t ever split my name into two, I’m currently in Aussie, the land of the kangaroos, but stop asking me if I’ve seen a kangaroo, k?  I’m in sydney!!! Do you see orang utans wandering around in malaysian cities? :P  In the zoo perhaps, and I’ve not been to australian zoos.  I did go to the aquarium though.  To see fish (like you can’t get that elsewhere).

Anyway… I was born in Sabah the land below the wind and I spent the last 2+ years in KL, before coming over to Sydney a month ago.  I am probably the most random person you will ever meet, and yet I seem very normal in most circumstances.

Oh, and I have an insatiable craving for mangoes.

I just wanted to post this up.  Just because I think it’s a pity that it’s sitting in the archive of my never-read personal blog.. and is never read.  And simply because I don’t know what else to type.  So here goes.

Crystallised

When one mentions the word crystallised, what comes to mind may be of beauty and elegance, of brilliant angles that catches the light and reflects the subtleties of the different colours that split in its prisms. But being crystallised is also being trapped, being stoned in a fixed place, unable to move, unable to be free. Being forever prisoner in a palace that is cold and hard, yet oh of what grandeur. As people admire the brilliance of its sparkle, the soul trapped within is encased in everlasting solitude, cut off with cries that fall on deaf ears. The falsity is ubiquitous, the beauty only surface. Crystalline, so tantamount to greatness and yet ironically equivalent to pity. Is this a world of lost hope? Where smiles are merely plastered and laughs are but empty sound waves? How far has this world been crystallised? How long have we seen things with rose coloured glasses? How many a time have we admired the sparkles and forsaken the silent screams? If we can melt the crystals and set free the rigidity that binds the matter, would it be a sacrifice worth it? Or should the mysterious aura of the ones crystallised remain to be admired by the rest with the sacrifice of desolation behind closed doors?

Think about it.