{Drawing.} PaperFace Cut

I'm trying to train myself to portrait. It is much harder than I thought. So I draw parts of the face. I hope I can portrait the one that gives me inspiration soon or later.

{Journal.} Reflection

In the crowd, was shrouding a girl. She sticks into a corner and continuously looks down at her feet. Everyday I would see her pass by my house and walk in the same narrow hallway. With a black cloak at night, she resembles to a ghost that would forever follow you, without notice. She's unknown, invisible, mute. Nobody, except me knew her presence. I have remarked and observed her. Her long bangs kept covering the half of the face area. Her eyes would always stare at the floor. She always keep a cold look when people start watching her. In class, she would solemnly stay at her place. I followed her home. I peeked at the window where I could finally see her entire face. She was smiling.  Her eyes, full of dreams, sparkled. Her whole camouflage act was all gone. She was dancing on her own like any other teenage girl having fun. Why did she never reveal her true self? I stared at my own reflection. The girl I've been trying to know better was myself.

{Journal.} A Trip to another World

I was sitting heavily on my chair. I could only move my hand and fingers in order to write. It felt like if I was pulled down by an anchor, attached to my body. A strong pain was diffused all over my being. Suddenly, it went caliginous. I couldn't see anything anymore. The pencil, which I have been holding, dropped out of my fingers discretely. A sudden feeling of comfort spread through out my entire soul. I wish it could be sempiternal. I'm being reborn like a flower that blossoms every year. But, a strident voice could be heard from where I was. A cry of distress, I shall call it, and it's calling me. Everything seemed to be abruptly clear back again. My eyes, wide open, looked around seeking for the mysterious noise. My classmates were all giggling and my teacher sighed, letting me know how disappointed she was.

(I wrote this when I was very tired. If there's any mistakes or misuse of word, let me know.)

{Extra.} Monologue

(This is a monologue that I wrote for my English class and I thought that it would be nice to post it. Enjoy!)

My hands were shaking. My forehead was sweating. My heart was pounding hard, so hard that I could feel its thunderous beating: 1, 2, 3, 4. Arg!! Who controlled my actions? Who manipulated me? What turned these innocent hands of mine into those of a thief? Then I realized that I was blindly tempted and guided by a powerful thing called quick fix. I have broken one of God’s Ten Commandments: Thou shall not steal. What was I thinking? What I did was simply wrong...The end did not justify the means! The scales of darkness have finally fallen from my blinded eyes as I can now see things in a clearer manner... Yesterday, I was craving for money like there was no tomorrow. Today I am in agony because of my guilty conscience.
Where am I? Clara? How could I have left you behind? My dear friend Clara, who shared an apartment with me a while ago, did not have anywhere to stay. So I insisted for her to come live with me. She was a good friend of mine since high school and always proved to be very gifted at convincing people to do her good will. She would often copy my homework, but I did not mind it because she would help me sort out my family problems in return. After living with each other for a time, we somehow found ourselves knee-deep in a financial mess. She then thought of stealing as a way to get us out of it. At first, I was not convinced of the idea so I refused to take part in it. Then I gave it some more thoughts. It surely was the only and fastest way for us to pay the rent. My parents did not want to help me at all, for they thought I was old enough to take care of myself. Plus they did not like the fact that I was living with Clara a friend of mine of whom they were not very fond and who they thought was a bad example for me. What other choice did we have? We were about to be kicked out of the apartment. We had no one to turn to and nothing else to do. So I supported Clara’s decision to steal in order to quickly fix our unwanted situation. So off we went to steal small sum of money here and there. We were successful in our pursuits, but still came short of the money needed. We decided to make it a final, grand money stealing scheme. We went to Sasha’s small department store. Sasha, the store owner, has always been very kind to us. So we thought she would be an easy target. Our plan was that I would lure Sasha into the back of the store so as to allow Clara to sneak in to steal whatever money was in the cash register. And so we did, but this time, she got caught and I just ran away and left her there...

One moment of desperation can drive one to do things one would never dare of doing and can turn one’s entire life upside down. I learnt it the hard way.

{Drawing.} Art Blossoms

This is my very first flower drawings ^^
Not professional, but I'm training and preparing to become a graphic designer.


Thank you!

{Request.} No Inspiration

I've been trying to find inspirations these days. Ideas just wouldn't come out alone. The sky, grey, the leaves, red, the grass, discolored, isn't this a new season? Cold weather, wind blowing, empty streets... This is how silence reigned. Some cars were passing by, diffusing smoke. Breathing in this terrible air.. I'm trying to escape, run, flee, but still ending up falling into this eternal black hole. That's when you realize that you have no inspiration.. Pitch black...

Wan young's post correction.

{Ch.1} Wind of Memories p.2

A dream? No, never thought of that. I had always wondered how it feels to have a dream, to be happy to accomplish our life goals and to be determined about one thing. But, I want to feel the sensation of a dream and adventure surrounding my life. So I set an objective, to master languages by travelling over Asia. Learning languages is the key to wisdom. Many of my friends speak Chinese/Mandarin. My parents have always been telling me to learn it as it was considered the future language. I was heading towards Mudanjiang city in China. The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only one page*. The weather was scorching. I had nearly crawled into the threshold of the nearest home, seeking protection from the sun that was beating down on me. The coolness yet the warmth of the abode beckoned me forward. Absentmindedly, I entered my sanctuary. Because of financial problems, I rented a room in a house. Fortunately, the family was really welcoming and made the day very enjoying. But a dust of loneliness was covering my room. The barrier between the host and me was too ample. I was not fluent in Mandarin. It was hard to express myself to them. My beloved ones weren’t by my side. It would indeed be pleasant to have some company around me sometimes.

The woman was a cheerful person and was doing her best to make me comfortable, while her husband was a more introverted person and simply greeted me well when I came in. They seemed to be in the middle thirties or forties. I didn’t meet any other people after them, so I concluded that they were a childless couple. To escape from my boredom, I wrote all kinds of journal entries of my trip in my booklet. The adventure had officially started.

* St. Augustine wrote that quote

{the Author.} Introduction

Hi,
My name is Cam. Why I created a blog while I already have a Livejournal? Good question. My science teacher had created a blog long time ago. When I laid my eyes on it, I suddenly wanted to make one. This is where I will write my "Novels" / texts that I want to publish one day in real life. Sure I'm still a beginner, but writing empties my thoughts and anxiety. I just have to let it out in some way. I will release little by little segments of my novels' chapters. I hope you'll like them. Please do not copy my texts or Spam. Those stories count a lot for me. Thank you, I really appreciate it.

Sincerely,
Cam

{Ch.1} Wind of Memories

(Thanks to Hangeng
the one that gives me inspiration.)

In a cool breezy day of autumn, a rainbow of leaves was dancing in the air. The strong wind was digging into the depths of the ocean searching for lost memories, bringing back happy moments and sad ones. They all gathered from the East to refresh the lovers’ soul. The two cannot be separated from each other, even if they wanted to split up. But a broken heart wouldn’t survive without her other half. Series of pictures came into the girl’s mind, making her realize how much he meant to her. Tear drops shed from her eyes, she already regretted making her last decision. Her only reason to live... Was no more beside her, as she let it slip away. The rain was dripping out of her face. Lan Tian Yu’s face kept appearing in her empty soul.
I was riding my bike over the dazzling Heilongjiang River where the wind carries memories of our past. And I felt as though many years of history were whispering about nostalgic moments into my ear. A memory... stories.... the cobwebs between our past, present, and future. And since everyone has a story to tell, why not delve into my tale?