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  • Dreaming of Other Times

    Dreaming of other times…
    Other worlds, perhaps…
    My eyes open, my ears listening,
    but my mind gone…
    Journeying forever amongst the stars,
    in other places and other times,
    while my body stays unmoving.

    What are these things we call dreams?
    Our bodies are light and warm,
    but our minds are outside, in the darkness and the snow…
    Dreaming…
    Only dreaming…

    One with the World,
    One with the Snow…
    Forever and ever.

    In other times,
    In other worlds…

    “Deep in this world we are one
    Deep in this world we can be…

    Watching the wings of time
    Knowing that we’re alive
    And free…“

    — “Love Will Always Light the Way”, from Haibane Renmei

  • Transcending Story

    All stories are but one story…
    Stories transcend existence…
    All things are immortal within them…
    Outside of time and space, our minds live…
    Every second of every hour, enraptured by their story…

  • The Season of Memories

    It’s Winter-fall
    Red skies are gleaming - oh -
    Sea-gulls are flyin’ over
    Swans are floatin’ by
    Smoking chimney-tops
    Am I dreaming…
    Am I dreaming…?
    Dreaming…
    So quiet and peaceful
    Tranquil and blissful
    There’s a kind of magic in the air
    What a truly magnificent view
    A breathtaking scene
    With the dreams of the world
    In the palm of your hand
    Dreaming…
    A cosy fireside chat
    A little this, a little that
    Sound of merry laughter skippin’ by
    Gentle rain beatin’ on my face
    What an extraordinary place!
    And the dream of the child
    Is the hope of the man…

    — Queen - A Winter’s Tale

    I wonder why it is, that Winter is a season of dreams… At other times, we’re concerned with what’s happening now, and we live our lives focused on the present.

    Erm… well, at least I seem to.

    But as it approaches the Winter, it’s almost as if my mind is freed… Memories of past Winters and desires for the future, come flooding in as the skies turn dark and the world turns cold…

  • And then... It was Autumn...

    The summer passed and the sunshine faded in what seemed a brief moment… Suddenly, evenings were cold and dark again… The first illnesses of the season… Dreaming of a roaring open fire…

    Suddenly, it’s not the relaxed, carefree summer anymore. Everything about us has changed with the wind. The breeze that blew us gently through our lives has turned cold, and swept everything we’ve known away before it. Things are… different, now… and thay’ll never go back to how they were, just as the brown autumn leaves can never return to their tree…

    “Forever Love, Forever Dream
    Only overflowing thoughts of love
    Please bury all of the terrible, sorrowful time
    Oh tell me why
    All I see is blue in my heart
    Will you stay with me
    Until the winds pass
    All my tears overflow again
    Forever Love, Forever Dream…“

    — X, “Forever Love”

  • Love Hina UK

    So, it’s happened - I’ve finally made it back to the world of education again. Even though I’ve lived on my own before, moving to University is the first time I’ve had to live with people I don’t already know. The thing is, I’m wondering if this is some kinda’ strange psychological experiment - I’m the only guy out of the 9 occupants of this flat. It’s a bit of an odd experience, but we all seem to get along pretty well.

    Seeing as it’s Freshers’ Week and all, I think I’ll be going out every night this week… Still, I’ve been here less than 24 hours and have already met two old friends, at least a dozen new ones, and made them all ph33r my un-l33t dancing skillz. Maybe that last one wasn’t necessarily a great idea, but I figure I might as well just be myself and accept that I like dancing like that…

    There’s a ton of forms I’ve got to fill in, and I’ve got to register with a GP here, but all that can wait until tomorrow. Well, today really. And I’ve found out that connecting to the uni network costs £150 and takes 7 days to set up… I guess my n MBps connection (where n is large) will have to wait a little longer…

  • Dreams of the World

    The red and brown leaves blew in the air,
    as dreams and memories flowed past on the wind.
    Walking slowly through the frigid stillness,
    fighting the sudden coldness of the world.
    But in time the flowers came again,
    to shine in the sunlight of a gentle morning.
    And now the lazy sunshine days are here again,
    our world a glittering jewel in the light.
    Yet soon, the western winds will blow once more,
    and we will be whisked away on a merry-go-round of dreams.

    “But, for certainty, back then
    We loved so many yet hated so much
    We hurt others and were hurt ourselves Yet even then we ran like the wind
    Whilst our laughter echoed
    Under cerulean skies…“

    — from the opening to Chrono Cross.

  • Drowning in Unachievable Dreams

    “Can you still see your dreams in the distant, starry sky?
    Are they more vivid than they were when you were little?
    When one forgets to put the emotions that overflow in her heart to rest, they burn the color of passion.
    I used to believe without a doubt that I could reach my dreams, no matter how far off they were.
    But that me from long ago now sleeps inside my heart.
    Dreams are more fragile and fleeting than a glass rose,
    so then why are we destined to dream?”

    — “Scarlet”, opening song from Ayashi no Ceres

    For years I’ve dreamed my dream, and always shall I dream it…

    It always used to inspire me, full of hope and burning desire for the future. But now, the time I dreamt of has passed, and now I’m left feeling as if my time is running out… I’ve got years of life planned ahead of me, and there seems to be no time for the adventure I still yearn for…

    Is this the fate of all people born in modern times, to have their adventures confined to dreams, and never more real than a whisper of thought…?

    “And the Dreamer shall break loose the chains of Fate,
    and the Light shall guide him unto his Dream.”

    — From the Prophecy Of The Dreamer

  • Lasting Monuments

    All the things I’ve done up to now… they don’t seem to have lasted. The work that I did at school - it started and finished there. And I was just the same as everyone else, and what I did there would never be important.

    But now, the things I’m making might still be around in years, or maybe decades time… And maybe I’ll see them then, the things that I did… and maybe I’ll remember what I did, and how, and why… I might remember the music I was listening to, the friends I had, the view from my office window…

    Maybe I’ll be proud… maybe I won’t care. Maybe I won’t remember… Maybe my life will have taken me far away from the things I try hard for now, and maybe they’ll fade into unimportance too…

  • Twilight Breeze

    “Come with me in the twilight of a summer night for awhile
    Tell me of a story never ever told in the past.
    Take me back to the land
    Where my yearnings were born
    The key to open the door is in your hand
    Now take me there
    to the land of twilight…“

    — “The Key of Twilight”, from .hack//SIGN

    The breeze rustling the trees in the gardens by the sea… The villages on the hill sparkling like stars in the darkness… The town lit up with festival lights… The cold water lapping calmly against the side of the pier… And up here, just the wind…

    No matter where I go, where I have to move to, I’ll always remember this place.

    And I will be back. One day, I’ll come back here and I’ll never leave…

  • Eternal Sunlight

    Summer is brilliant… It’s 27 degrees (C) in Weymouth today, the sun’s shining and the sky’s pure blue…

    And best of all, even though it’s 5 o’clock already, there’s at least four more warm hours of sunshine left…