Thursday, December 22, 2011

It's the Holidays(ish)!

Hello, and an early Happy Holidays to you! I'm already off school as exams are over now!

Mindscape will not be updated as often this holiday, as I'll be busy on my new project: K and N Holiday Novels! I'll still post a couple of times here, but not as often as it might be expected since I have so much time on my hands.
Yeah, yeah, I know I already have a lot of stuff on my hands already like Puppetmaster Story and Teen and T-shirts but this is a challenge for me to write almost everyday and to create an "alternate reality" story.

So check out the progress on the novel blog, and give some feedback :)

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Exams start tomorrow. 




Friday, December 9, 2011


Sometimes I wonder 
that maybe 
is created by a machine 
that the government uses 
to keep us here... 
under their control.

Maybe we can really breathe 
in space 
but they are scared of us 
wanting more than 
they can give us. 


Thursday, December 8, 2011

A Late Fall Evening

The pale full moon 
veiled by the pastel clouds 
hangs above the stark branches 
in the still light sky. 

So washed out, 
it doesn't compare to the vibrant 
and purples 
behind me as the sun sets, 
its brilliance refracted and magnified by the 
glassy towers 
and pinnacles. 

But as the sky darkens 
and clouds turn to a dark grey 
that blends into the night, 
the moon 
is now a bright disc above my head 
with a single star accompanying it.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Fourteen Candles

He walks into the classroom, 
brandishing his gun. 
His shouts echo around the room 
ordering the men and women to separate, 
punctuated by the gunshots he fires.
Fear and tension starts to thicken 
in the air. 
He shouts at the women, 
saying he hates them, 
hates their kind. 

All hell broke loose.

Gunshots are heard throughout the school.

The man believed his actions 
were just. 

By the end of the day, there were 15 dead.

14 women 
and the man. 


The girls light their candles, 
their fourteen candles, 
shining light upon the white ribbons. 

They gently blow the flame out
just as the women's hopes, 
and lives had disappeared.

Today is the 22nd anniversary of the Ecole Polytechnique massacre that happened in Quebec. A 25 year old man walked into the engineering school and started systematically murdering women, and then commits suicide. If you'd like some more history on this tragedy, here's the link:École_Polytechnique_massacre
Because of this violent and awful incident, December 6th is National Day of Remembrance and Action on Violence Against Women day. 
Please take a moment to remember those women who have suffered or died because of female-targeted violence. And all you guys out there, please take the pledge to never be violent towards women and to never stay silent about it if you know. Thank you.

Friday, November 25, 2011

Mindscape's Birthday

Whoa. Wait a sec. It's November 25th today.....
I just realized this blog has just reached its 1st birthday yesterday.
It seemed only a short while ago that I started!
So yeah.

To all my beloved readers,
Your support has kept me going for this whole time.
When I had all those times where I had nothing to write, knowing someone is reading my stuff is awesome.
Even if some of that stuff isn't my best work.
I really hope you'll continue to read my stuff.
It makes me feel good to get some of my stuff out into the world. And to get some feedback. It really helps in my times of troubles.

I'm feeling too moved right now to write a poem.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

The Darkness Inside

The darkness inside 
is hidden by the light, 
a caged beast that has fallen asleep 
with boredom. 

Everything is normal. 

But sometimes, 
I let the beast out 
and let it unleash its claws 
and bare its teeth. 
I can feel its hunger resonate inside me, 
so hungry for destruction 
and despair. 
The veil of light 
slip away... 
I don't stop it. 

Havoc is wrecked.

When the beast is sated, 
it stretches and cleans its fur, 
wiping away the blood and gore 
that has collected on the teeth and claws. 
It slinks back away inside 
and I shut the door, 
barricading it in 
until the beast become restless 
once again. 

My stories and poems can be very dark. People dying, having tortured lives, traumatized, brutally murdered, killing in cold blood, revenge... you get the gist. Now if you were to see me, you'd probably think I'm the cheerful, smart who has no evil inside. But the darkness just doesn't come out to play very often on the outside, unless I totally snap. I, instead, let it wreck some havoc in my fictional world. Be warned when you read my stories....

Monday, November 14, 2011

Waiting For The End (A response to the song by Linkin Park)

Waiting for the end to comeWishing I had strength to standMy knees buckle and shake beneath me, and I wish I never started to begin with.
This is not what I had plannedIt's out of my control....
The fire has gone wild, and as I stand in the middle of the blaze razing everything that stood between us to the ground.
What was left when that fire was gone?Only ashes and regret as I shift through the char, holding the burnt match in both hands.
I thought it felt right but that right was wrongDoing this all for the two of us, I thought we were saved when I destroyed it all.
All caught up in the eye of the stormAnd trying to figure out what it's like moving onThings toil around the two of us, a false sense of calm inside my soul, 
 perhaps if we 
moved on from the past we can save whatever's left.
And I don't even know what kind of things I've saidMy mouth kept moving and my mind went deadMy voice and shouting set off this madness, I wish I could take back my hurtful words that I didn't realize I was saying until it was too late.
So, picking up the pieces, now where to begin?The hardest part of ending is starting again!

All italicized words are from the song "Waiting For The End" by Linkin Park. One of my fave songs! I always wanted to try writing a response to the lyrics, as the lyrics are really powerful. They're not in order here, but I chose some of my favourite stanzas. There's nothing personal this time. At least not currently.

Friday, November 11, 2011

Remembrance Day (In response to "In Flanders Fields)

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

Poppies grow, 
red with the blood spilt 
upon the land, 
each representing a different soul.

The birds still sing to this day 
their praises and songs for the souls above, 
perhaps remembering the day 
the guns fell silent 
and they could once more be heard.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

We are the Living. 
Today we stand and remember those who 
made the ultimate sacrifice 
and those who continue to fight for our country 
and what they believe in. 
We see the sunrise and fall, 
we love and most of all 

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

The torch is heavy, 
yet we hold it high above our heads 
and pledge on our hearts 
that we'll never forget 
those who are dead 
or fighting 
for us, 
so they may forever sleep 
in peace 
in Flanders fields.

All writing in italics is from the original poem "In Flanders Fields" by John McCrae

The rest was done by me.

Lest We Forget

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Twilight Zoo

Went to Kitchener-Waterloo, St. Jacob's, Elora and Fergus on Sunday with family. Elora had this cool art thing going on called the "Twilight Zoo" where a former special effects artist created creepy and ginormous lanterns. We went during the day, so things didn't look too creepy, but they get lit up at night! So cool! We didn't get to see them though... but here are some pics of the ones we saw. Enjoy!

Apparently this looks like a Dire Wolf from a TV show.

This belonged to a pirate ship

Same here

And here

Centipede... of sorts.

Did you know gods of death were sometimes depicted with horns?

Reminds you of one of those Egyptian statues of cats, doesn't it?

An arachnophobic's worse nightmare

OK. So this isn't creepy, but rather cute.

This is the creepiest one in my book

It's the Loch Ness Monster!! Last year it was floating on the river on rafts.

What is in the basket? I wonder...

This is a very close second in creepiness. Very close.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Photos 2

Just thought I'd share some pictures from the Thanksgiving weekend... it was so beautiful! Perfect lighting and weather for picture taking and hiking. 

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Thinking of Pink

When I think of 
I think of you: 
the smiling, 
manga loving, 

You are 
the personification 
of pink, 
the go-lucky ball 
of energy 
always looking at the world 
through rose coloured glasses: 
you dye the moments we have together 
in pink.

I wish we had 
more moments to share, 
more memories to create, 
more time together, 
but don't forget that 
even if you're leaving us, 
you're not rid of us yet! 

Good-bye, Veronica! We'll miss you!!! We won't forget the girl that (even if only for 3 years) dyed our world pink. Even as we grow older, a patch in the quilt we call "Life" will be coloured pink and have your name etched on it. 

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

What Happened To The Boy Who Said, "It Only Gets Better"?

What happened? 
What happened to drive 
you beyond the security 
of you friends' words and 
family's love?
What happened to push you to the rock bottom? 
What happened to the boy 
that was able to write about it 
day after day, 
who said, "it only gets better"? 
What happened? 

Was it the ignorance? 
Was it the words that were thrown at you 
from all directions, 
piercing you like daggers 
until it reached your very 
Was it the people who failed 
to take a stand and 
stop it; 
the crowds of people who just 
stood and stared? 
Was it the ignorance? 

What if I was there? 
Would I have been able 
to stop you? 
Would I have been able to hug you, 
reassure you that you weren't alone, 
that you would be able to cope with it? 
Would you have lived? 

But it's too late 
to ask questions now. 

For those of you who haven't heard, a 14 year old gay boy who was teased and taunted mercilessly committed suicide very recently. Here's a link if you'd like to read more about it, and watch the video he posted earlier this year: 
Reflecting upon this, I realize this is a tragedy that could've easily prevented, if people took notice and took action. Instead, this boy was left alone to fight off a relentless attack of insults, and eventually felt that life was not worth living. I am ashamed for those who didn't take a stand when they could, for those who let this pass by without notice and those who kept on saying and doing hurtful things. So please, if you ever have the chance to stop bullying of any kind, whether it's about sexual orientation, gender, race, etc. DO IT. Maybe you'll prevent something like this from happening ever again.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Twin Towers Of Rubble (A 9/11 Memorial Poem)

10 years 
have passed since 
the towers lit up 
in flames, 
twin columns 
of smoke and 
twisted steel slowly 
starting to crumble. 

10 years have passed 
since we watched 
men, women and children 
flinging themselves out of windows in 
hopeless desperation, 
waiting for 
a miracle to happen, 
for them to sprout wings and fly to safety, 
but nothing happened and 
onward they fell 
onto twin spears of rubble, 
cement and 

We could only watch 
the tragedy happen, 
as many risked and lost 
their lives to 
protect others 
 through the false intimacy 
of television, 
and we wish we could 
reach through the screen 
and help, 
that we could catch those falling 
and those stuck inside, 
but many miles and a 
pane of glass separates us 
from them. 


We cannot rewind the past. 
We cannot undo what has 
what foolish actions 
humans decide to do. 
All we can do 
is bow our heads 
and remember the 2,977 victims, 
even if it is 
10 years since 
September 9th, 2001. 

Even though I was only four at the time, I remember 9/11. The adults talking, the pictures in the newspapers the next day, the footage on T.V. When I searched it up today how many lives were lost, it shocked me. 2,996 deaths (including the hijackers) were counted. 2,996 lives disappeared in one day. For those who haven't done so, please have a moment of silence and honour the dead, no matter where you were when 9/11 happened. 

Thursday, September 8, 2011

I try to 
funnel the thoughts 
and words in my 
trying to make 
them into 
comprehensible sentences 
and sort them out 
into meaningful poems, 
not just a 
jumble of 
scattered ideas. 
How ironic that 
when I have the ideas, 
I have no idea how to 
write it.

You know how I was complaining earlier that I couldn't think of anything to write? Now I have too much to write about!!! Ahhh!!!! With the 9/11 tenth anniversary coming up and school starting a couple of days ago, my mind's in a big mess right now. 

Anyways, Happy Birthday Veronica!!! And Happy (early) Birthday to Neetya and Lizzie!!!

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Of Curiosity and Boundaries

We push our boundaries, 
together reaching 
for those moments of undefined 
wonder and discovery, 
our endless curiosity propelling us 
farther and farther beyond 
what we could understand as 
the end, 
what we could understand 
as the limit, 
and our view of 
our world changes.

I meant to post this up for awhile! I went to see the Cirque Du Soleil show "Totem" on Sunday, and it was AMAZING. It explored the journey of humans -from the evolution to our hopes to fly-  in so many fascinating acts. As I was reading the program, they made many references to how we, as humans, are always changing and curious, and how we always want to go beyond what we had set as the boundaries (like wanting to fly). If you ever have the chance of seeing Totem, go see it.  

Saturday, August 20, 2011


I wish I could 
offer you more 
certain answers,
something more than
"It's complicated,"
but I'm not even sure myself 
where we are, 
if we've made the step 
out of this 
no-man's land 
that could go either way;
with one foot on each side 
I wonder 
where I'm going, 
if I'm leaving or coming 
to one or the other, 
if I'm making the right choice 
to leave this place of uncertainty. 
So please, 
let me stay by your side 
until we can decide, 
where to go next.

I offer no explanation about this one. 

Monday, August 15, 2011


Because I'm totally uninspired, I decided to post some photos I took awhile ago at our family friends' cottage. Some of these were at the actual place, and some were taken at the surrounding islands.

Untitled 2

Another day spent 
casting my lines out 
into the depth of my mind, 
fishing for inspiration 
in the jumble of ideas and 
words and 
hoping to string together 
another poem. 
So here I am now, 
sitting with nothing to say, 
nothing to write, 
patiently waiting for 
something to bite.

Sigh. I have no inspiration to write anything. I've totally neglected my blogs (I'm sorry, readers of Puppetmaster!!!) and my writing. Whatever happened to the days I could just pluck out something and write??? Sigh... I guess I had just enough imagination to churn this out, but otherwise, I have nothing. 

Tuesday, August 2, 2011


Another year 
of life has passed by 
one more year 
of experiences and 
wisdom added 
to the memory box 
hidden within me. 
Smiling and laughing 
with loved ones 
we celebrate and 
hope for many more 
to come. 

I'm 14!!! I've survived the first year of being a teenager :D  

Tuesday, July 26, 2011


Our time 
is almost up 
as the hourglass 
carries on, 
waiting for someone or 
something to stop 
and reverse the 
flow of 
from our foolish 
Our world and 
lives are at 
we're placing them 
on a bet that 
someone will 
pick up the hourglass, 
and stop the countdown 
before it's too 

Another art piece inspired poem, and by the same artist too. Once again, the following link and title belong to her:
This poem, as well as the picture reminds us that we only have a certain amount of time before we create chaos here on Earth because of global warming and other consequences of our foolhardiness. With time constantly ticking by, will we be able to make it? 

Saturday, July 23, 2011

The Singer

The lights dimmed, 
hiding her eyes in shadows 
as she grips the 
microphone in 
one hand and 
making others' words 
and songs and 
letting it 
take her away and 
transport the 
enraptured listeners 
to another 

Sorry I haven't been posting lately! Summer heat and laziness must be getting to me. Last night, we went to a restaurant where our family friends' daughter performs every month or so. Anyways, I want to dedicate this to Emily and the Bluecallers (you guys are amazing!), and my two friends who are both awesome singers, Gabby and Emma. 
If you haven't noticed, there's a new page on this blog! On that page, you can put up things you think would be a good topic for me to write about. It could be a photo, a website, an article, whatever! I'll definitely credit you for the idea. Thanks!

Monday, July 11, 2011

Summer In The City

Smog mingles 
in the humid 
hot air, 
afternoon sun fading into 
the white night 
and artificial light. 
Countless people 
walking along these 
a thousand strangers 
all with 
different lives,  
all breathing in 
the life 
ever present 
when it's 
summer in 
the city.

Friday, July 8, 2011


I wonder if 
we're just sitting, 
staying still, 
waiting passively for 
something to 
come to us, 
to happen to us, 
for that one moment of 
that we forget 
living and 
trying to find 
what we were 
waiting for.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

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Squabbling and
fluttering and
chirping and
little feathery
blurs of

With the birds' nesting season, the bird activity has increased a lot! We have several pairs of goldfinches, house finches, sparrows, starlings and grackles in our backyard trying to find nesting material and getting a desirable spot on the feeders. It's actually quite fascinating to watch them defend their territories and live a life that's quite different from ours....

Wednesday, June 29, 2011


Farewell hugs and 
shining smiles on 
the faces of 
friends we're 
saying goodbye to, 
wishing we just had 
a little more time 
to spend 

We came in together 
and depart as 
bittersweet moments 
of laughter and 
as we leave 
yet another period 
of our long 

"As we go on, we remember
All the times we had together
And as our lives change, from whatever
We will still be, friends forever."
-Vitamin C (Graduation Song)

I graduated from my amazing school last night... I'm gonna miss all my friends going to different schools, the teachers who really helped us, and how tight knit our school was. Special shout-out to Kasia, Patty (I know both of you will read this), Maha, Gabby, Rafe, Sab, Joakim, Emma, Shayla, Taylor and so many more! You guys are the best. I truly hope as Vitamin C says that "we will still be friends forever".

Sunday, June 26, 2011

The Sticky Web

Lies build 
and build upon 
each other until 
the creator, 
are stuck in the 
middle of a 
sticky web--