\nStarry, starry night,
\nPaint your palette blue and gray,
\nLook out on a summer\u2019s day
\nWith eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
\nShadows on the hills,
\nSketch the trees and daffodils,
\nCatch the breeze and the winter chills
\nIn colors on the snowy linen land.Now, I understand
\nWhat you tried to say to me,
\nHow you suffered for your sanity,
\nHow you tried to set them free.
\nThey would not listen.
\nThey did not know how.
\nPerhaps, they\u2019ll listen now.<\/p>\nStarry, starry night,
\nFlaming flowers that brightly blaze
\nSwirling clouds in violent haze,
\nReflecting Vincent\u2019s eyes that shine of blue,
\nColors changing hue,
\nMorning fields of amber grain,
\nWeathered faces lined in pain
\nAre soothed beneath the artist\u2019s loving hand.<\/p>\n Now I understand
\nWhat you tried to say to me,
\nHow you suffered for your sanity,
\nHow you tried to set them free.
\nThey would not listen.
\nThey did not know how.
\nPerhaps, they\u2019ll listen now.<\/p>\n For they could not love you
\nBut still your love was true.
\nAnd when no hope was left in sight
\nOn that starry, starry night,
\nYou took your life as lovers often do.
\nBut, I could have told you, Vincent,
\nThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.<\/p>\n Starry, starry night,
\nPortraits hung in empty halls,
\nFrameless heads on nameless walls
\nWith eyes that watch the world and can\u2019t forget.
\nLike the strangers that you\u2019ve met
\nThe ragged men in ragged clothes,
\nThe silver thorn, the bloody rose
\nLie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.<\/p>\n Now I think I know
\nWhat you tried to say to me,
\nHow you suffered for your sanity
\nHow you tried to set them free.
\nThey would not listen.
\nThey\u2019re not listening still.
\nPerhaps, they never will.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<\/div>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n If you like, go find out more about the story… Hmm…<\/p>\n Strange thing, but I tend to look into my English songs folder when, let’s say, something happened…<\/p>\n
\nOk, got 2 of my modules. I am all prepared to die this coming semester. It’s die, dying, or dead. So… erm…<\/p>\n Argh. What am I trying to say?<\/p>\n Maybe it’s the wall.<\/p>\n Haiz.<\/p>\n Yeah, I should just keep quiet sometimes too… or rather, just keep myself away. Far far away…<\/p>\n But I don’t think I can…<\/p>\n I shall just off my computers and go to sleep. But before that, publish this entry…<\/p>\n And then, something interesting I found when I was searching for entry titles with the word “night” in it. Found the entry<\/a> that contained the\u00a0content of an email forward, and I scrolled, and read:<\/p>\nTo My Friends Who Are…………AFRAID TO CONFESS
\n???????????
\n<\/strong>Love hurts when you break up with someone. It hurts even more when someone breaks up with you. But love hurts the most when the person you love has no idea how you feel.
\n????\/????????????\/???????????????????????\/???????????<\/p>\nOh well… Haiz…<\/p>\n
\nTutorial on how to make a nice nice star using Adobe Photoshop:<\/p>\n \n- create a new file.<\/li>\n
- use the shape tool, select the ellipse tool, press on [ctrl], and drag to create a perfect circle. Apply gaussian blur on the circle.<\/li>\n
- create a new layer. Select the pencil tool. Click and hold on 1 point, and while pressing on [ctrl], draw a straight line. Do another straight line perpendicular to it, ie crosshair.<\/li>\n
- Use gaussian blur on the crosshair.<\/li>\n
- align the 2 layers, and while pressing shift, right click and select the other layer, so that they are linked.<\/li>\n
- From the menu, select “merge layers”.<\/li>\n
- Tada! Star!<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n
My star was created on a dark blue background, and a white foreground colour to draw the lines. Change the colours as you desire…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I first heard this song in secondary school, when I went for a musical by some school or society. Quite a nice song. So here it is, the lyrics: Vincent (Starry, Starry Night) Language: English \/ Music and Lyrics by … Continue reading →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/belief.hazelcafe.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4059"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/belief.hazelcafe.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/belief.hazelcafe.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/belief.hazelcafe.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/belief.hazelcafe.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=4059"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/belief.hazelcafe.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4059\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5425,"href":"https:\/\/belief.hazelcafe.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4059\/revisions\/5425"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/belief.hazelcafe.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4059"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/belief.hazelcafe.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=4059"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/belief.hazelcafe.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=4059"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}} |