meatball towers.

"what! you might as well say you want a hamburger ice sculpture!"
"omg, that's a good idea!"
"shit."

"hahah marcus you look like a seaweed!"


haha i miss con 2 camp.
:)

dance, dance, dance.

cast a stone into the delves of my heart. white noise, yet with silence so deafening.

a skeleton, still and white, caught unaware. the nostalgic smell of hotel rooms, bringing you back to someplace thousands of miles away.

innocence, like black and white. now pictures painted grey. a silent song, with birds tricked into morning.

drip drop drip drop, and the smell of rain. sit in a corner, wrapped in a hoodie, and watch the world pass by.

no explanations, no hesitations.

p.s i would like to walk through walls, one day.

you bleed but your blood runs pink.

shut out and disconnected.

i would like, to disappear.

liquor up my thoughts.

"nehnehneh! Stef, i mean, Daniel, told me he likes me the best."
-Stef walks over and gives me a hug-
"she said you told her you love her!"
"but, but, but... you're the real one!"
"hahaha yay okay."
-five minutes later-
"Stef said she likes me!"
"but she said i'm the real one!"
-at the side, Stef is making eyebrow dances at Karen-
"oi!"

"omg. now you look so much hotter. if you weren't a girl, i would have kissed you by now."

hahahaha.
i love Stef/Daniel.
i can't wait for the weekend to come.
:)

sunshine.

it's times like these when i like to walk aimlessly around malls in a hoodie just reminiscing about everything, the air a tad different, whirls of light with silver sounds and subtle variations of blue. when the past hits with a bang, and comfort comes from being on unfamiliar ground; familiarity only caused by proximity. kookookachu. i miss you.

you make me wanna lala;

still photos and noisy arcades.

isn't it funny how Change seems to have
the ability to sneak past you,
like shadows creeping along the corridor, holding their breaths?
the line of separation between Then and Now,
a vague swirl of grey in the electrifying air,
passing through waves and currents of sound and passion.
a silent song of a girl at dusk.

and yet, so sudden-
a pop of a balloon; a slam of a door; a thief in the night.
and before you know it,
poof,
disappeared right into thin air, leaving only a trail of pixie dust.
gone: messages transmitted in codes and numbers, over the ones and zeroes.

out of sight,
and out of mind.

hoot hoot.

high rise, veins of the avenue, bright eyes and subtle variations of blue. everywhere is balanced there like a rainbow above you. street lights glisten on the boulevard and cold nights make staying alert so hard. for heaven's sake, keep me awake so i won't be caught off guard. clearly i am a passerby but I'll find a place to stay. dear pacific day, won't you take me away?



i like falling asleep to Owl City.
:)

stitched with glue and plastic hearts.

"carbon dioxide."
"haha. car burn die outside."

haha.
i love 3e3.
:)

to my motion fatigue: farewell
with your ear to a seashell.

the forms of old recalling;

Lydia "haha i dreamt that Mr Tang confiscated my phone and made me clean the windows with iodine."

HAHAHAHA.

spazteeck.

"nyaaaaaaaaa."

p.s i'm going to rob your house and steal your instant cheese mac!

:)

what makes your rising sun so new?

the past term has been

a giddy ride on an express train, fields and scenes mixed into

a whir of passing colours and vague visions, bits and pieces

of forgotten conversations,

triple somersaulting hearts and

pixie dust.

distant memories of yesterdays with pastel pink nostalgia.

and i wonder where Time went.

to Lauraeva dearest,
the ex-hamburger-smasher-turned-porridge-like-ice-cream-eater,
Big And Dao,
and the only person to ever laugh at my jokes-
i love you many many.
:)

heartbeat.