Now I know where the traffic comes from

I’ve been wondering.. how the heck did people find my blog?!

image

As you can see, only 50 people go to this blog like, directly. If I count the in the posts that was posted today (Cause it’s published on fb and twitter so people click on it directly).

It’s 69 in total. (coincidence I swear)

What about the rest? there’s like 76 from some other random old posts. So if I include the search terms (on wp), I’ll add in another 61. So left with 15. Well, after some searching, I finally found out the reason why.

http://en.wordpress.com/tag/postaweek2011/

http://en.wordpress.com/tag/postaday2011/

Well, you know I’ve been participating in the postaweek/postaday challenge. And, if you go to those two addresses, you’ll actually see my blog being featured there.

Considering that,

image

That really REALLY makes me happy somehow ^^

image

image

Well, I’m not going to tag this post because well.. I don’t really want this conceited post to find it’s way up there somehow.

Well, it’s all good and all but there’s something that I’m a little sad about.

Read the rest of this entry »

Advertisements

Dantalian no Shoka

The moon silently tells
with a voice unheard by all
of the ever-repeating rise of the tide.,
whose sight I remember from my fading memories.
The stars secretly tell,
with letters known by none,
of infinite, swirling words
that birth books beyond count.
The sky is too vast for one such as me,
and the pace of time is far too swift.
Forever lost,
the words gathered for naught
will simply rot away inside the earth.
Even so I will shout out,
I will raise my voice not knowing why.
At least its echo can reach the heavens,
and before long the sun will rise.

– Opening 1


How much of your sadness is genuine?

Well, nothing optimistic ever comes to my head during late nights like these. But, I’ve been thinking about this for quite a long time now.

Let’s just ignore about the times when you’re crying, and you’re so fascinated by your own tears and started thinking of sad shits to make yourself cry harder. Let’s ignore the times when you’re just being an annoying kid and keep brooding about things that really isn’t important.

Let’s just focus on that feeling of sadness.

When something bad happens, let’s say, you had a fight with your best friend and haven’t patch up. We shall also assume that you’re not a heartless bitch. So you’re obviously sad and bothered by it.

How much of our sadness, comes from the issue itself, or that pathetic yearn for people to console you? (and not getting it)

When I feel sad, I want someone to console me, so I feel like telling someone about it, but I know that it’s a pointless thing to do, since I don’t see how they can help me, their feeling of helplessness is probably going to make them feel bad as well. So, I end up not saying anything, and I feel like no one knows and no one cares, and then I start wallowing in my own sorrows. That’s just unsightly.

Read the rest of this entry »


Kuroshitsuji – Ciel Phantomhive

Ciel Phantomhive2 crop

On of my all time favourites.

Bought a new pencil today (mechanical). Drew it using 4B then shaded with normal pencils. On of my better ones I would say! Rather proud of this 😀

Anyway, click past the break for the “Edited” on. (seriously eye catching)

Read the rest of this entry »


It’s not about you

She says it’s not about you, it’s me.

 

In case you can’t view it, click past the break for the audio only version.

Read the rest of this entry »


Doctor Who Quote

But I just wondered, between you and me, in 100 words, where do you think Van Gogh rates in the history of art?

Well, big question. But, to me, Van Gogh is the finest painter of them all. Certainly, the most popular, great painter of all time, the most beloved. His command of colour the most magnificent. He transformed the pain of his tormented life into ecstatic beauty. Pain is easy to portray, but to use your passion and pain to portray the ecstasy and joy and magnificence of  our world, no-one had ever done it before. Perhaps no-one ever will again. To my mind, that strange, wild man who roamed the fields of Provence was not only the world’s greatest artist, but also one of the greatest men who ever lived.

 

One of the finest part of the show I’ve ever seen. Nearly brought tears to my eyes. We all know that Van Gogh had lived a tough life and his paintings ain’t worth a penny while he’s still alive. So the Doctor took him to the future and showed him that his life is worthwhile and valuable.

Tear jerking moment indeed.


The last glass eye maker in Britain

If you have the time. Just spare it and watch this video. It’s kind of sad and beautiful I guess.

Though some people will just think it’s boring.