i remember you like yesterday.

my pocketful of sunshine.

tkg drama for the win, yo.

rocket heroes.

two more days to syf. and suddenly, the pressure of everything just hits home. mid years are zooming nearer and nearer. the gold with honours seems so close yet hard to grasp. random flashbacks of yester-year keep coming back over and over again. gahh. i need you.

"when i go to bed, i wear multiple panties."

the weetarded drama class and my favourite Muthu :)

hahahahaha.

cuckoo.

second star to the right, then straight on till morning. but who ever knew that missing someone could bring so much joy and hurt at the same time? and it's as if nothing else matters half as much. when you place every single last ounce of strength holding on to that thin line, the one that divides today from tomorrow, the past and the present, the used-to-bes and the want-to-bes. a bottle of memories, peach pink swirls with fairy dust, suspended among chaos and collisions. but as your heart does a triple somersault in the air, all you want to do is sit in a corner and cry. waiting, as time dances by. cuckoo, and the clock strikes one. cuckoo, and the clock strikes two. cuckoo, and i creep under warm covers and think of you.

eternal sunshine of the spotless mind.

i miss-

take me above your light, carry me through the night,

hold me secure in flight, sing me to sleep tonight.

build a little birdhouse in your soul.

"but i think french fries are the skinny, fried, oily version of heaven."


i like afternoons spent at Siglap Macs and The Cage.
:)
on another note, i would like to run away and get more sleep.

we're losing hope so we invest in dope.

the soothing hum of air conditioners,

blowing layers upon layers of cool air.

with the splish splash of the pond,

and the chirping of the crickets outside.

friends with tired eyes, and the song of yesterday still running through your mind.

as you feel your hectic life come to a standstill;

a stop in time, peaceful, silent.

but you were the best part of everything.

dreams, our conspiracies.

gawd.
i miss you.

high rise, veins of the avenue.

so. Lenten Vigil was fun. despite how dead i feel right now.

- not long after entering The Cage, Marcus decides to throw green frogs and orange fishes at me for absolutely no reason.
- so, we had a greenfrog/orangefish-throwing fight.
- i then threaten Marcus with the television remote control.
- then he threatens me back with the television itself. shit.
- i try, but to no avail, to stay awake in the first session.
- break time!
- during the break time, we have concluded at Jason looks like a:
1. dragon.
2. Maple Story mushroom.
- then, both HoRey and Jason looked like dragons.
- despite Jason's failed attempts, he will still be likened to a dragon, while HoRey has been promoted to looking like a rabbit instead.
- the wine they let us drink during the second session tasted subtly like soya sauce. or maybe it was just the effect that Deprivation Of Sleep had on me.
- "yeah yeah, your name's Mark and Luke, HoRey."
"haha yeah Muke."
- at the start of the third session, Jason decides to tie my hands together with his towel.
- sadly, it wasn't a very successful attempt.
- "eh eh what's Benediction?"
"i don't know leh. i only know Benedict's solution."
- Marcus looked like a bouncer/security guard last night.
- "hi Marcus!!!"
"hi!!! i'm a bouncer!!!!" -jumps up and down-
- when we returned to the main church again after the break, we found HoRey sleeping at the pew. finally, Shermaine, unable to resist the temptation, decided to touch HoRey's hair. i swear, she has a thing for crew cuts.
- i managed to sleep a bit here and there during Stations of the Cross. yay.
- afterwards was mass. and i was hungry.
- in order to stop my hunger, and prevent his orange shirt from being eaten up by me (HA.), HoRey told me to sniff the palm leaf.
- i sniffed it.
- it didn't work.
- i was surrounded by freaks, i swear. there was Jason on my left who couldn't stop shaking the palm and making me laugh. and then Shermaine and Alex on my right waving their palms like Egyptian servants. for once, i was the sane one.
- breakfast!!! :)
- after which, Shermaine Alex and Clarissa decide to pang seh me for LOM.
- so i sat in the canteen with HoRey and Marcus, who were speaking army language.
- on a brighter note, there's some place thingy in the army named after me! :)
- we return back to The Cage.
- David tries to get some sleep, Marcus tries to do his lesson plan, and HoRey starts to sing "Yes Jesus Loves Me" in his signature high pitched voice.
- "wahh, don't you think HoRey's very hot? he's very hot what!"
"er......."
"see, he's going to sleep already. he looks like a vampire from twilight when he sleeps! so hot!"
"wahlao Marcus, stop being so disturbing and pervving over HoRey la."
hahahah David is the best.
- HoRey falls asleep on the floor, hands crossed over his chest. actually, he did look like a vampire. haha.
- Marcus continues to tell me how hot HoRey is.
- done raving about the hotness of HoRey, Marcus decides to tell me about church history.
- and finally, i fall asleep.
- and so, inside The Cage was David, HoRey, Marcus and i all asleep.
- then Shermaine Alex and Clarissa return, and we all fell asleep again.
- honestly, i really wonder how HoRey managed to sleep so still on the floor, while i was curled up into a ball on the sofa with Marcus next to me, silently praying that i won't end up kicking him.
- cat class was quite pointless. Remus allowed those who went for Vigil to sleep in class. yay.
- i think i remember vaguely telling people Lyd's joke of the "confucious say, people who go to sleep with itchy butts wake up with smelly hands." last night. or this morning. or whatever.

hahaha. and so, there goes the weekend.
SYF rehearsals tomorrow.
grahhhhh.
bed, i need my bed.

i predict a riot;

i think pizza is one form of heaven, too.

scarlet letter on your arm.

guilt. a stain on a shirt. the mess behind closet doors. you try to ignore it, but it never goes away.

after a while, what you see will no longer be what you get. hypocrisy, the humid air around you, layers upon layers of reasons and motives. so thick, you can't see past it any longer.

regrets pushed to the back of your mind. and all you ever do then, is to try your best to hide the past with the future. the buzzing silence that's always there.

and as you look back on your past, and into the mirror, you find that you've become that one person that you promised yourself back then, that you'll never become.

but why not just dance along to the music? keep up with the time, learn the steps,

and dance.