Monday, 30 December 2013

Seeing a young girl in an old woman

“Anybody can look at a pretty girl and see a pretty girl. An artist can look at a pretty girl and see the old woman she will become. A better artist can look at an old woman and see the pretty girl that she used to be. But a great artist-a master-and that is what Auguste Rodin was-can look at an old woman, protray her exactly as she is...and force the viewer to see the pretty girl she used to be...and more than that, he can make anyone with the sensitivity of an armadillo, or even you, see that this lovely young girl is still alive, not old and ugly at all, but simply prisoned inside her ruined body. He can make you feel the quiet, endless tragedy that there was never a girl born who ever grew older than eighteen in her matter what the merciless hours have done to her. Look at her, Ben. Growing old doesn't matter to you and me; we were never meant to be admired-but it does to them.”
Robert A. Heinlein 

The above quote remind me of the story called "Grandmother" by Hans Christian Andersen (source):

GRANDMOTHER is very old, her face is wrinkled, and her hair is quite white; but her eyes are like two stars, and they have a mild, gentle expression in them when they look at you, which does you good. She wears a dress of heavy, rich silk, with large flowers worked on it; and it rustles when she moves. And then she can tell the most wonderful stories. Grandmother knows a great deal, for she was alive before father and mother—that’s quite certain. She has a hymn-book with large silver clasps, in which she often reads; and in the book, between the leaves, lies a rose, quite flat and dry; it is not so pretty as the roses which are standing in the glass, and yet she smiles at it most pleasantly, and tears even come into her eyes. “I wonder why grandmother looks at the withered flower in the old book that way? Do you know?” Why, when grandmother’s tears fall upon the rose, and she is looking at it, the rose revives, and fills the room with its fragrance; the walls vanish as in a mist, and all around her is the glorious green wood, where in summer the sunlight streams through thick foliage; and grandmother, why she is young again, a charming maiden, fresh as a rose, with round, rosy cheeks, fair, bright ringlets, and a figure pretty and graceful; but the eyes, those mild, saintly eyes, are the same,—they have been left to grandmother. At her side sits a young man, tall and strong; he gives her a rose and she smiles.

Grandmother cannot smile like that now. Yes, she is smiling at the memory of that day, and many thoughts and recollections of the past; but the handsome young man is gone, and the rose has withered in the old book, and grandmother is sitting there, again an old woman, looking down upon the withered rose in the book.

Grandmother is dead now. She had been sitting in her arm-chair, telling us a long, beautiful tale; and when it was finished, she said she was tired, and leaned her head back to sleep awhile. We could hear her gentle breathing as she slept; gradually it became quieter and calmer, and on her countenance beamed happiness and peace. It was as if lighted up with a ray of sunshine. She smiled once more, and then people said she was dead. She was laid in a black coffin, looking mild and beautiful in the white folds of the shrouded linen, though her eyes were closed; but every wrinkle had vanished, her hair looked white and silvery, and around her mouth lingered a sweet smile. We did not feel at all afraid to look at the corpse of her who had been such a dear, good grandmother. The hymn-book, in which the rose still lay, was placed under her head, for so she had wished it; and then they buried grandmother.

On the grave, close by the churchyard wall, they planted a rose-tree; it was soon full of roses, and the nightingale sat among the flowers, and sang over the grave. From the organ in the church sounded the music and the words of the beautiful psalms, which were written in the old book under the head of the dead one.

The moon shone down upon the grave, but the dead was not there; every child could go safely, even at night, and pluck a rose from the tree by the churchyard wall. The dead know more than we do who are living. They know what a terror would come upon us if such a strange thing were to happen, as the appearance of a dead person among us. They are better off than we are; the dead return no more. The earth has been heaped on the coffin, and it is earth only that lies within it. The leaves of the hymn-book are dust; and the rose, with all its recollections, has crumbled to dust also. But over the grave fresh roses bloom, the nightingale sings, and the organ sounds and there still lives a remembrance of old grandmother, with the loving, gentle eyes that always looked young. Eyes can never die. Ours will once again behold dear grandmother, young and beautiful as when, for the first time, she kissed the fresh, red rose, that is now dust in the grave.

Saturday, 28 December 2013

Dorothy Parker's Poems

I love Dorothy Parker's humorous poems.

The Choice (source)

He'd have given me rolling lands,
Houses of marble, and billowing farms,
Pearls, to trickle between my hands,
Smoldering rubies, to circle my arms.
You- you'd only a lilting song,
Only a melody, happy and high,
You were sudden and swift and strong-
Never a thought for another had I.

He'd have given me laces rare,
Dresses that glimmered with frosty sheen,
Shining ribbons to wrap my hair,
Horses to draw me, as fine as a queen.
You- you'd only to whistle low,
Gayly I followed wherever you led.
I took you, and I let him go-
Somebody ought to examine my head! 

You think it's yet another boringly typical romantic poem, until you get to the last line :D

Resumé (source)

Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.

Tried and Tested.
Poems like this one speak louder than just saying something lame like "oh it's just wrong to commit suicide. Don't do it."

A Little Bird Told Me

I composed this little piece of music yesterday, because I was feeling stressed out and wanted to refresh myself.

It has sounds of wind chimes, rain and bird songs.

I quite like it. It's kinda funny to say this myself but listening to it helped me to feel awake in the morning! =D

Monday, 23 December 2013

What is the most important thing in life?

Christ conversing with Martha and Mary, Circle of Rembrandt (British Museum)

Jesus Christ with Martha and Mary

Profiles of Faith: Mary & Martha - Lessons from Two Sisters 

Luke 10:38-42
New International Version (NIV)

At the Home of Martha and Mary

38 As Jesus and his disciples were on their way, he came to a village where a woman named Martha opened her home to him. 39 She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet listening to what he said. 40 But Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made. She came to him and asked, “Lord, don’t you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!”

41 “Martha, Martha,” the Lord answered, “you are worried and upset about many things, 42 but few things are needed—or indeed only one.[a] Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.”

Luke 10:42 Some manuscripts but only one thing is needed

Saturday, 21 December 2013

Post-apocalyptic Tokyo

Some images depicting post-apocalyptic Tokyo, with music composed by me

Wednesday, 18 December 2013


I composed this music when I was feeling lost.

It can be said that's my modus operandi; I don't create anything unless I'm feeling upset/depressed/lost. lol

Glass Marbles

I composed this piece of music for my own relaxation.

Using a free music editing software I downloaded yesterday, I combined my own music with sound of stream.

The closing credits show where I've taken the photos from.

Saturday, 30 November 2013

Moon Princess ~The harp version~

My music "Moon Princess" rearranged with the harp.

It's very simple but I like it.

Moon Princess

A bit oriental-sounding music I composed.

Please don't use it for any commercial or personal purpose without prior permission from me!

"Yuri Song" is a pseudonym I use for my youtube account.

Dark Forest

This is a piece of music I composed, with some still pictures to go along with it.

Please remember that the copyright belongs to me! (Although I don't think anyone would want to steal it LOL)

It's a shame that the lower notes sound much less clearer now that I converted it from MIDI to WAV format.
I'll try to find a way to solve this problem...
(edited: I just found out you can hear those lower notes much better if you use headphones lol)

The pictures are taken from the internet, mostly from free wallpaper download sites.
However if anyone finds a problem with any of them, please let me know!

Sunday, 3 November 2013

Sleep a Bunny Sleep

This is how I feel like right now.


I ear-copied a lot of music today so I'm tired.

Sunday, 27 October 2013

What I wanted to do with this blog

When I restarted this blog this year, I initially wanted to turn it into one like Saya in Underworld, but filling it with stuff from the world in general instead of only from Japan.

But you know, with my personality, I can't do anything in a half-hearted manner.

If I want to do another blog like Saya in Underworld, I'd want to do it properly.
But there isn't enough time to do another blog like SIU.

So I gave up.

If I come across something interesting that's non-Japanese, I will still try to post it here though.

Sunday, 6 October 2013

What is Revenge?

Good Old Bunniesky (my cartoon rabbit character) is BACK!
No! It's NOT M*ffy! Damn it!

This may seem not much, but it actually took me AGES to draw this particular one, just because I forgot how to use this painting software. You have no idea!


Thursday, 3 October 2013

Walther P38

You might be wondering, "Why the HELL is she putting up a picture of a gun?"

Well, it's MY blog and I can do ANYTHING I LIKE with it.

Anway, this drawing probably looks nothing like the real thing, because all the measurements are wrong to start with. I just looked at the picture of the gun and drew it with a mouse (yes, with a MOUSE and it took me ages) by freehand. And I did this last year too (if you want to know).

I haven't done any drawings for more than half a year and I should start doing it again.

I've been composing some music too (nothing grand) and I've been thinking perhaps it would be nice to upload some of my compositions on the blog.

Sunday, 29 September 2013

Sunday, 2 June 2013

Mentally Disturbing

And I end up posting creepy things on this blog too! LOL

Be careful watching it.

yuk!  What is he puking up?

Thursday, 30 May 2013

Who Are You? asks Krishnamurti

A very powerful and moving speech made by Krishnamurti.

Be free of imitation, comparison, comformity - and find out who you truly are

Wednesday, 29 May 2013

The Real You : Alan Watts

Alan Watts: A British-born philosopher, best known as an interpreter and populariser of Eastern philosophy for a Western audience.  (Wiki)

Your Demon is the Dynamic of Your Life : Joseph Campbell

Find Your Own Way: Quotes by Joseph Campbell

Find a place inside where there's joy,
and the joy will burn out the pain.

To find your own way is to follow your bliss.

Follow your bliss and the universe will open doors for you where there were only walls.

Your sacred space is where you can find yourself again and again.

The adventure of the hero is the adventure of being alive.

The goal of life is to make your heartbeat match the beat of the universe.

We must let go of the life we have planned so as to accept the one that is waiting for us.

It is by going down into the abyss that we recover the treasures of life.
Where you stumble there lies your treasure.

For more info about Joseph Campbel, see Wikipedia

Friday, 24 May 2013

Explore an abandoned factory - 99 ROOMS

A click adventure game.


You need to find places to click, in order to proceed to the next room.

Sometimes it has creepy animation and sound effects, so be careful.
I guess you can't help but associate ruins with death, madness and decay.

More screenshots etc. below

Sunday, 19 May 2013

Jan Švankmajer "Darkness/Light/Darkness"

A short film, Darkness/Light/Darkness (Tma, světlo, tma) by Jan Švankmaje, created in 1989.

Friday, 17 May 2013

Centralia, Pennsylvania

Coal fire has continued to burn in the underground of Centralia for decades, and it's showing no sign of abating.  It has rendered the place literally uninhabitable.

The town in the film "Silent Hill" was modelled after Centralia.

Some photos of the town below...

Thursday, 16 May 2013



A click adventure game.
Explore an abandoned hospital!

Here's the LINK.

Blog Make-Over

I've just decided to do a make-over on my blog.

A lot of new interesting things are coming up, so please look forward to it!