Dregs of Society

Baring the soul, challenging the accepted and redefining that which isn't.

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

—Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XVII

This watch is really cool. As much as I love the standard steel bands or leather bands (stainless steel frames!), there’s a part of me that’s partial to ceramic watches such as the Chanel J12 or the Hublot watches.  Perhaps it’s my chosen major as a ceramic engineer. Who knows. 

This watch is really cool. As much as I love the standard steel bands or leather bands (stainless steel frames!), there’s a part of me that’s partial to ceramic watches such as the Chanel J12 or the Hublot watches. 

Perhaps it’s my chosen major as a ceramic engineer. Who knows. 

(Source: onlycoolstuff, via itsdaviddammit)

Quickly

Throughout the years, I’ve started and stopped numerous blogs. From my first few blogspots to a Xanga which ran for quite awhile to a Wordpress website that adequately described the posts within [convolutedconclusions.wordpress] and now to this Tumblr. 

I really am a very convoluted person. This is exemplified in my thesis work, where a 35,000~ word draft got sliced down to a healthy 11,000 word final submission for my literature review. 

I’m about to present my paper at a seminar; I’m actually in the theatre room right now waiting for my turn and what was supposed to be a half hour lecture of 45 slides has now been reduced to an 18 page presentation. 

I recall someone once said, you might regret your words, but never your silence. Food for thought. 

Apologies

For being incommunicado as of late, both on the tumblr-sphere, on Facebook and on the various chat programs that I use to communicate with any number of you. This is due to the following reasons

1) Interestingly it’s been a little rough emotionally. Nothing in specific’s happened [well, whatever] but it’s just been rockier than usual, surprisingly. It’ll calm down after awhile, but all in due time.

2) Literature review submissions, I’m giving a presentation on it tomorrow. Not that any of you care, but apparently my supervisor does so I’ve been rather busy with that. 

3) Diablo 3. I think I was the first amongst my peers to reach the vaunted heights of Level 60 and achieve Inferno status. I attribute this to my lack of anything better to do and innate competitive nature. I’ve sorta lost interest in it now that I’ve accomplished that. Perhaps I’ll finish Inferno after my exams.

4) Exams. 

5) I could go on listing completely [in my head] valid reasons, but realistically, not like you care.

Adios.

A very short lesson in Psychology:

-warmtea:

-kakashi:

  • When a person laughs too much, even on stupid things, that person is sad deep inside
  • When a person sleeps a lot, that person is lonely
  • When a person talks less and if he talks fast, that person is keeping a secret
  • When a person can’t cry, that person is weak
  • When a person eats in an abnormal way, that person is in tension
  • When a person cries on little things, that person is softhearted
  • When someone asks about you although that someone is busy, he/she really loves you

(Source: shyieesolove)

merchandise otw.

merchandise otw.

The mood over here at Dregs has been rather sombre as of late. Personally speaking, I’ve never been an emotional person; nor prone to displays of raw emotion [food for thought for the next time I actually display something] but I’m going to be very honest here.

I teared.