War Against Our Hearts

“Despite how hard we tried to fight it, all of those things happened between us because our feelings for each other are becoming so much stronger than our desire. Desire is easy to fight. Especially when the only weapon desire possesses is attraction.
It’s not so easy when you’re trying to win a war against the heart.” – Colleen Hoover, Maybe Someday

War Against Our Hearts

These particular lines in Maybe Someday spoke out to me. I had to scribble something, anything…even if it wasn’t words…yet.

To be continued…perhaps?


53 – someone tell me that love still exists

loveI don’t think I’m ready yet to do this rant, but I’m going to go ahead and do it anyway. This will be deeply personal, somewhat pessimistic, and completely confusing.

I’ve always felt an unnatural attraction to love and to idea of love itself. It’s a wonderful emotion that drives me forward in life, keeps me up when I’m down, and gives me passion to do the things I want to do.

Yet, contrary to how much I treasure love, all I’ve seen around me are instances where love fades, where love breaks, and where love is left trailing after the ashes of a once vivacious flame.

Mom and dad. My life would be so different if that flame had not been blown away by an unstoppable current. I sometimes wonder if my mom fell in love with the wrong twin. My uncle is everything my dad isn’t. This rant is not about them, so I won’t reflect any further on this line of thought. This rant is for me.

My piano teacher. Last year, she changed the location of her studio from her parents’ house to the house of some man I had never met before. I know him now to be a decent guy, but back then, I had no idea about the circumstances of her and her family. I suppose I saw it coming. Knew something was wrong from the interactions between my teacher and this man. I talked to my best friend about it, since we’ve both known our piano teacher for a fair number of years. We both suspected an affair. It was denied outright of course.

The second sign came to me like a pebble to my face. I was coerced (somewhat) into tutoring her son or rather, simply watch him play piano and help him practice. He told me about the divorce. About how daddy was always unfair and never let him watch television. About how he didn’t like being home because there was nothing to do. I thought about how hard it was for me (although my parents are unfortunately not divorced despite the constant struggle). I thought about how much harder it is for him, being the older sibling and the older brother of an equally adorable kid. I wonder how my brother feels about our murky past? We never have any meaningful conversations.

In any case, they’re separated now. I don’t think it was an affair that led to it. I think it was simply two people whose love had ended. I’ve never approached the subject directly with my piano teacher and I suppose I’ve no right to be poking into her personal life. Looking back, I suppose I should’ve seen an even earlier sign…the way she asked about my parents was highly unusual.

My godmother (or at least what I think of her as). Let’s just call her M. I visited Hong Kong last summer to attend my grandfather’s funeral – something that this blog is scarred with as well. But that is not the focus of this rant. During my stay in HK, we met up with M quite a number of times. She’s quirky, kind, and completely obsessive about staying clean – something we reckoned had to do with her being a Virgo. M doesn’t have children – which I never really reflected upon until last summer when I discovered the reason why. She likes to spoil me with presents and gifts which I find hard to refuse because I like being spoiled. My mom makes me refuse the gifts sometimes though. I suppose that’s the correct response. One afternoon in that blaring July heat, we were sitting in a Dim Sum restaurant, drinking tea and eating lunch. At that point, I was extremely tired of having Dim Sum, because that’s all my mom seems to want to do when we visit Hong Kong. They sit there for hours just talking and talking and talking while I have nothing to do. I wish I could’ve hung out with my soulmate, but she was busy in school (they have school in July whyyy). I miss her. She got me a cute tote bag with all these doodly ladybugs on it. Wish I could’ve thanked her in person.

Anyway, distractions aside, this particular conversation between my mom and her friend (also a friend of M) caught my attention. It was before M had arrived. My Cantonese is considerably terrible, but I can listen and speak enough to get around in HK. At first, I twiddled away at my iPod, hoping that their conversation would just end so that I could go shopping or whatever it was that I wanted to do. Then something caught my attention. They started talking about M (RUDE, SHE WASN’T EVEN THERE). About how M’s husband had gotten another woman pregnant. I’ve never been one to be attracted to gossip, but this was certainly news to me. They continued to elaborate on how the other woman was asking for money and I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I thought these things only happened in movies and soaps. Fortunately (or unfortunately?), money isn’t really a big problem for M and her husband since they own an accounting firm and a few estates. Nevertheless, for such an issue to affect someone I’ve always liked and cared about – it shocked me.

Then they shifted the conversation to the past, to the history of M’s suffering. To domestic violence. To how hard it is on M to keep him in check. To how it isn’t possible for M to conceive. I was fully in shock at this point. I had always liked M’s husband too since I felt like he understood me more than most people did. He was sensible with a good sense of humour and never seemed like the type to be too aggressive verbally…or physically. I guess appearances don’t mean everything.

I sighed in relief when they changed topics. I couldn’t look at M the same way when she walked in about a half hour later. I ate silently, contemplating what I had heard in my head.

My best friend (or one of, anyways). She recently broke up with her boyfriend. I thought he was nice, sweet, and perfect in many regards from athletics to academics. He also plays video games which attracted my interest in their relationship. I never did ask why they broke up – I was just relieved that it was her doing the heartbreaking…As terrible as that may sound, I don’t like my friends being hurt.

All around me, love is shattering, love is fading. Love feels like it doesn’t exist.

But I want to believe it does.

So much.

So badly.

But I’m afraid. That it’s all an illusion. That my infatuation with love will be the end of me. That I’ll lose myself in a dream.

Speaking of dreams, I haven’t been able to escape the vivid dreaming that’s been happening lately. I hope that ends soon too.

Someone tell me that love isn’t just a dream.

Someone tell me that love still exists.


29 – Happy Easter!

A very happy Easter to every single one of you! (: Especially to my wordpress friends who have offered me support here time and time again, I wish you the brightest and cheeriest Easter holidays possible. May it be filled with chocolate bunnies, family, and friends.

I drew you all a bunny! (:

22 – 100 Followers! :)

I honestly can’t thank everyone enough for the support. Every comment or like really helps to make my day a little a brighter. This is why, I suppose, I’ll always be more of a WordPress fan than a Tumblr fan and why I wouldn’t leave this community for anything. You guys are all awesome and although I’ve promised I would make a vidLieo or a song, I haven’t yet gotten around to doing that. More poetry, anyone? Haha. Just kidding.

Life can take its turns anywhere and we just have to go along with it. If you’re ever stuck between a rock and a hard place, do let me know. I want to offer my support to anyone who needs it. I like to talk things out myself and I know that sometimes, all you really need is someone to tell it to. I certainly let myself go here and I pour my soul out – I’d love to help everyone do the same.

In any case, I was playing around with my tablet today, so enjoy this gif/drawing. Thank you everyone!

19 – Happy Chinese New Year!

Another fresh start awaits us.

Let’s make good use of it, no?

Let dragons rain their luck on us. Let all of the world’s dilemmas dissipate for a moment. Forget. Remember. Live.

There’s something good around the corner. I can feel it.

Optimism. Funny to see that coming out from me. (:

Another doodle to add to my collection of doodles.


Lights @ Vogue Theatre, Vancouver, BC, Canada. 15 November 2011.

Will never forget this day of my life.

The night opened up with a band called Nightbox. I had never heard of them or any of their songs, but they were surprisingly good. More info about them is here: http://www.nightbox.ca/


The bass guitarist was cute. Um. Yeah, you heard me. Anyway, their songs reached out to me. They made sense. I so wish I could show you a video of what they sung, but I suppose you can always google them.

I recorded every single Lights song. However, the bass was extremely heavy in the theatre and so all of the songs are overwritten by fuzzy bass. Ugh. I have included her acoustic version of Heavy Rope though. Acoustic meant no bass. Still fuzzy, but not as horrible as the other recordings.

She was amazing. I assure you of that much.

Her favourite song in Siberia is Flux and Flow! I was thoroughly surprised considering that it’s my favourite song as well. Seriously mindblown. I swear I was bubbling with joy when she played Lions!. It’s still my favourite song from her record, The Listening.

“Lions make you brave. Giants give you faith. You don’t have to feel safe to feel unafraid.”

I was disappointed that she didn’t come out to meet us, but I suppose it’s quite difficult to do that in a city as big as Vancouver. I’m still proud to be a Vancourite, but I’m totally jealous of those cities in the UK when she signs stuff for everyone. Oh wells.

If you haven’t listened to Siberia, do so now! It’s full of awesomeness. It’s completely different from the soft tones of The Listening which I sometimes listen to when I can’t fall asleep at night. Siberia is active, roaring, and full of life. Flux and Flow, Siberia, and Toes are definitely worth checking out.

Lastly, as an outlook on life:

The International Baccalauerate program is killing me, metaphorically speaking of course. Lights was a great relief. Still, reality is sinking back in. I can’t dream forever. I’m going to work hard to make something of myself in this world. Starting with completing Nanowrimo this year…

Look forward to seeing more blogs around here. 🙂 And maybe my novel…?