106. Freewrite: Concert

Freewrite: Concert

I used the first word this random word generator came up with for the freewrite below.

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Concert Hall. Concerto, a piano concerto. Playing in a dimmed concert hall, all you see is the wooden floor and the shiny black piano lit by the ceiling lights. Your tuxedo, your fingers. You dance acrobatically all over the keys of the instrument. You are hypnotized by your music, your emotions, your dream-like trance you have entered when you indulged yourself into this piece. When will this moment ever end? You don't want it to.

But, now you start to think... Yes, in the back of your mind you think. "There are hundreds of people watching me in this concert hall. Behind the veil of darkness and shadows are eyes watching my performance." As you think more, you begin to nerve yourself. "What if I mess up?" The light, free prancing becomes a calculated move, a precise striking of the machine, in order to produce the orderly sound that is appropriate for the audience. You begin to think about the technicalities of the piece.

What happened to the emotion? What happen to the genuine expression of your heart? You opened and poured out your heart in the beginning, but now that you value what others think, you sacrifice the true substance of the song. Forget about them. Forget about those eyes. Let what is not important fade away into the darkness. Let it recede to the concert hall. Return your heart to the true essence of the music of life. Open your heart and pour out the excesses of your emotions--until all that's left is you and the melody of your heart. Nothing but you and your beloved muse.

105. Your Displeasure Toward Us

Restore us again, God our Savior,
and put away your displeasure toward us. (Ps 85:4)

103. The Cost

Even now it may be that the line you have crossed,
Have you counted, have you counted the cost?

104. Kakali 2

The raspy voice continued, "Kakali, don't be foolish. I can train you to become the second strongest warrior in the world."

Thinking he was trying to prank call someone else but had accidentally called me, I replied, "Um... this is Albert. I think you have the wrong number."

"No, I don't. Albert is the name by which they call you, but your true name is Kakali. Now stop this nonsense and listen carefully to my instructions."

I decided to see how far this maniac would go with this. Trying not to laugh, I said, "Okay... but first of all. Who are you? Why is my true name Kakali? And why would I only be the second strongest?"

"That's a no brainer. Kakarot has long been gone, leaving me, Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans, to be the strongest in the world! However, these earthlings and all the other creatures in this galaxy are no match for those of the pure race, which is why I am talking to you. You are Kakali, Kakarot's brother he never knew existed, making us the last true Saiyans on earth. Together, the possibilities are endless!"

"Haha. Yeah. Let's totally join forces." I chuckled.

"Fool, you think this is a joke? You should be incredibly grateful that I am even offering you this chance to live. I will give you time to think this through, but when we speak again, you best make the right choice."

"Oh okay, Vegeta," I said as I hung up the phone. I couldn't wait to blog in the morning about what had just happened. But I had to be honest: his sober conviction and firm tone was making me doubt--just slightly--the level of fabrication in his story.

Closing my eyes, I tried to fall back to sleep. However, something in my bed was making me feel uncomfortable. I soon realized this something was moving! I jumped out of my bed, opened the lights, and felt around my sheets. Nothing. Confused, I looked all around my bed. I was about to check behind the mirror when I realized something moving behind me in the reflection--something hairy!

Immediately, I turned around. "Where did it go?" I looked back toward the mirror. And there I saw what seemed to be a brown, slender tail that had grown out of my rear.

[To be continued...]

102. Honey from the Rock

13 “If my people would only listen to me,
if Israel would only follow my ways,
14 how quickly I would subdue their enemies
and turn my hand against their foes!
15 Those who hate the LORD would cringe before him,
and their punishment would last forever.
16 But you would be fed with the finest of wheat;
with honey from the rock I would satisfy you.”

101. Life is like computer games

Living in this world is like playing some sort of computer game. You become so engaged in collecting items, gaining levels, building riches, and winning. You spend (may I say, waste) all this time pursuing successes that you know are essentially fake.

All these things you will have accomplished will amount to nothing. You will have to face reality once again. You will have to face the truth. And ultimately, you will have to take account for all of His time you wasted.

100. D:

"He doesn't respect me!" she screamed.

A few days ago my mom couldn't find her credit card. We were about to call the bank to cancel it when she told my dad. She said she was going to ask him for the bank info, but apparently it was first time she told him about this. Then, my dad said that he took her card to use it.

She got really angry about this because she was so worried, and he never told her that he had taken it. She was putting the blame all on him in this situation, so I felt like siding with Dad and said that it's probably not a one-sided problem--that maybe she didn't need to freak out about it that much since in a worse-case scenario, we can just calmly cancel the card.

So...this was just a few minutes ago (literally) when she was screaming about this while my dad was showering. Apparently, the problem is that she was afraid to tell my dad early on because he would get angry at her, so she waited until she decided she'd cancel the card to tell him. Then, he had asked her when she knew she lost the card. This made her more mad.

When he came back from the shower, Mom was quiet and angry on the couch. And I told Dad, "She's mad because you don't respect her."

Then he said, "When has she respected me in these past 30 years."

gg

D:

99. Weakness and Sin

May those who hope in you
not be disgraced because of me,
O Lord, the LORD Almighty;
may those who seek you
not be put to shame because of me,
O God of Israel. (NIV, Ps 69:6)

I always hope that in my weakness and sin, others around me may not be affected negatively.

98. Fresh and Tired

How does one feel fresh and tired at the same time? But that's how I feel--refreshed in an inner sense, yet tired in a physical sense. Not lazy, lethargic tired though, but rather productive tired. Yet, not so productive. Right, not productive. But still fresh.

...Need to work on my word study.