Cookie Whore.

i just keep going higher.

2009-09-12T09:22:00.000-07:00

moved-

http://elektrikskies.livejournal.com

bring me back, little smiles.

2009-09-08T11:14:00.000-07:00

Seven things:
1. i need to get started on homework.
2. i don't want to get started on homework.
3. hua wen.
4. i think i sprained my wrist.
5. i miss you.
6. study!
7. 080909.

just to probe curiosity.

2009-09-07T05:25:00.000-07:00

today was an absolute waste of a free day spent sleeping in my bed after getting knocked out by dosage of cough medicine that tasted like something between coca cola and chinese medicine. drifting in and out of sleep has proven to be a good waste of good time when you thread on the possibility of puking your guts out while coughing. i like skyping and late night phone therapy. medication time soon. i dislike cough mixtures, period. bang bang, we're beautiful and dirty rich.

numb.

2009-09-05T08:40:00.000-07:00

lonely. too lonely.
leave a message and tell me one good memory you had with me?

never a day,

2009-09-01T07:41:00.000-07:00

and you can sky-rocket away from me,

and never come back if you find another galaxy.

far from here, with more room to fly,

just leave me your stardust to remember you by.

of june.

2009-08-31T10:08:00.000-07:00

hello, good morning, how you do,

what makes your rising sun so new?

i could use a fresh beginning too,

all of my regrets are nothing new.

i'm learning to breathe,

i'm learning to crawl,

i'm finding that you

and you alone can break my fall.

i'm living again, awake and alive,

i'm dying to breathe in these abundant skies.

white lines and red lights.

2009-08-31T08:51:00.000-07:00

because august has been as absolute uphill downhill nowhere everywhere rollercoaster ride, in no particular order:

karen - hey sweetie. thanks for being such a great desk partner, for your sweet letters and lyrics and talks in class. it's wonderful to have someone who understands where i'm coming from, gibberish and whatnot. you are pretty, so deal with it! wo ai ni. (:

laura - because you give the nicest warmest fuzziest caterpillar hugs. because you're my favourite drama queen. because you allow me to take unglam pictures of you stoning while eating cereal. but most importantly, because i love you like how you love me despite my retardedness. it works both ways baby. (:

rey - hey there silly. haha what can i say? thanks for being there for me, tears and everything. time and again reassuring me of myself, and for your absolute understanding. i don't know how to tell you how grateful i am for you everytime you are willing to hear me out. and i love you a lot. (:

remus - thanks for everything my dear. waiting for 11:11 with me, making wishes and staying up to play msn games hahaha. for the chicken wings too heehee. for your great care and understanding and absolute belief in me in whatever i do. heehee loves!

janice - honeybunch! i'm so glad that we've grown closer. you're an amazing and strong girl, and your cute ways never fail to make me feel better. GI Joe, airport terminals, rainy sunday and siglap macs, you make me feel so much less lonely at times and i love you so so much. (:

jason - thanks for being such a great friend. hahaha and treating me nicely although i like calling you a chicken pau. i still want to follow you to live in a castle haha! i don't have much to say, but i'm thankful for all that you've done and i love you. (:

paige - hey babe. we didn't have much time to talk these past weeks, but the bus ride home the other day meant a lot to me. thanks for listening to my boring rantings countless number of times, offering consolation and at times, plain girl talk. i love you hun (:

lights, cameras, questions. i hope september continues like the way things are now. i hope september will be even better.

2009-08-28T08:20:00.001-07:00

hold me close.

2009-08-26T07:45:00.000-07:00

please. don't let me feel that way.
don't ever let me feel that way.

fill these metro skies with country air;

2009-08-25T06:14:00.000-07:00

i think i would very much like to live in a castle. perhaps a far far place away from here, off in a fairytale wish-upon-a-star setting. perfection, or almost-perfection, in its very own form; lush greenery, castles surrounded by moats, fireworks across the dark night sky, white winters and everything that you could ever imagine. exactly how you want it.

tonight feels lonely. feverish and immobile, figuring out the missing puzzle pieces and cloudy question marks that still look a bit surreal. wander down the streets, and i'll be the pavement beneath the feet. my mind wanders far from my body as recollection hits during instants of triple heart somersaults, sometimes even tripping on my own thoughts. you're a blessing i'm glad to have. one by one, i'll count all my blessings, an extra reason to smile and, i don't feel so alone.

gaga.

2009-08-23T08:08:00.000-07:00

bang bang, we're beautiful and dirty rich
bang bang, we're beautiful and dirty rich.

1:29

2009-08-21T10:00:00.000-07:00

"i sometimes think that people's hearts are like deep wells. nobody knows what's at the bottom. all you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while."

- Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman.

it's that kind of night. tokyo blues and quiet nights, drifting in and out of consciousness; sleep coming only in packs of five to ten. rusted dreams in a diamond sky, but it's funny, really, how much is based solely on the time and anniversaries and nostalgias. equations and chemical reactions: piles of homework awaiting, summoning my ever procrastinating self; aimless looking-throughs ten times more intriguing. a lazy friday night i suppose. quiet comfort cushioned with hushed hums of the mechanisms. satisfaction comes by lying about with a blank mind, thinking of nothing and everything in particular. thoughts caught in a wild sheep chase- thinking about a matter for no more than a minute, your mind wanders somewhere else, and then foosh, you're back to square one. right where you begin-

it's that kind of night.

imperfections, freaking imperfections.

2009-08-16T07:47:00.000-07:00

"you're not a loser in life. sometimes life just loses you."

one by one. a countdown in my head; a mental checklist. Things To Look Forward To This Week; To Do: ; I Want To Do- ; I Would Like: ; Imperfections. over and over, countless number of things run through my mind, reminding me of my being, not doing. contradictions, collected and sent out along pulselines, the thump of my heart the basso continuo of yet another, only a monotonous hum, a deep-seated regret covered inside, a silent scream, too silent, till silence screams in your ears. i close my eyes and wish for things to rewind. be careful what you wish for, they all say. and i understand now. thousands of questions invade my mind, what ifs and how comes. i fill my life with my own contradictions.

on monday, i am waiting; tuesday, i am fading.

2009-08-13T05:31:00.000-07:00

i can hardly catch my breath,

i hope it lasts.

pink stars and magazines;

2009-08-13T04:50:00.000-07:00

please take me away from, here.

2009-08-11T08:03:00.000-07:00

put the record on hold,

as i pause to think of you.

finding my fragile self, caught

between the string of words,

melting slowly into the warmth of your embrace.

physicals, tangibles, no longer add up

and emotions are scarcely proportional.

i count my blessings,

then make little wishes on my 11:11.

Ange, glued and doubly stitched,

made to fit into their whims and fancies.

hold me once more,

in this intangible embrace,

fall into place,

up, up, and

away.

smile though your heart is aching-

2009-08-09T06:12:00.000-07:00

because maybe,

you're gonna be the one that saves me;

prestofrigeration-

2009-08-08T10:03:00.000-07:00

i want, i want, i want.
(:

Konichiwa ninjas.

2009-08-08T07:37:00.000-07:00

welcome to the land of pretty princesses in white castles on candy coated clouds, against a florescent pink backdrop. tick tock tick passes saturday night, with dancing fireflies and 11:11 wishes. comfort zones in sleeping bags under my vanilla twilight while the earth turns slowly; fragmented thoughts, video calls, Konker the hedgehog and attempts not to yawn. pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere along with electronica, up up and away. cause i'm far too tired to fall asleep.

Smile.

2009-08-02T07:12:00.000-07:00

the weekend was great. it felt so good to once again laugh till my sides ached, and experience the feeling of on and off high moments. to realise again what made me love them so much, and these little things that keep me going. trolley rides around the neighbourhood, and then happy lethargy that sets in at the end of the day. i wish things like these will never end.

come as you are, as a trend.

2009-07-17T09:43:00.000-07:00

there's a nibbling feeling in my heart too existent to ignore. silent distaste, regrets, and all my insecurities kept within, time after time, backspacing my thoughts and erasing these words. one bitten, twice shy; it was a mistake, a regret, too harsh to overcome. no more expectations and hope, i can only look away, submitting to my fears. the constant fight with my own devils, and at times, self-hatred sets in. i give bits of my heart out, because a whole would be too long a story to tell. nevertheless, consolation comes in many forms. so i'll hug my memories of stardust to sleep tonight and wish for my saturday sun. star light, star bright; i'm all the days you chose to ignore.

dance into day.

2009-07-12T07:08:00.000-07:00

paint my love.

distant magic like love.

2009-07-11T08:37:00.000-07:00

the bass line of sonic perfection, beat after beat, colours saturating layer upon layer. on the outside, wet streets with the refreshing smell of rain and painted pictures of sleepy streetlights - an endless onlooker. listening to the hushed soothing tunes while dwelling in wednesday whimsies; a puff of city stardust on embellished nineteen eighties melodies. dreamy farewells to motion fatigue surfaced with tired eyes on a crescent moon. dance dance dance, along the serenity of chaos. i've always been looking for a Better.

2009-07-04T09:46:00.000-07:00

Tears Like Diamonds.

a hard candy with a surprise centre,

2009-07-03T10:53:00.000-07:00

"you're like an indian summer in the middle of winter."
"eh walao talk about indian like that, so racist leh you."
"it's a song lyric!"
hahaha i love you karen. (:

i'm stuck in time, i'm stuck on you.

2009-07-03T10:26:00.000-07:00

3 things:

1. do homework.
2. practise chinese oral.
3. un-sian my life.

indescribable.

stardust.

2009-06-29T04:37:00.000-07:00

streetlights glistening on the soaked street, as you find yourself caught in the middle of black and white record, streams of chords playing out, carrying a sort of melancholy with a quaint stroke of affection. words capturing only the surface of things, and not the undercurrent of thoughts that run beneath.

so many things, over and over. the horrible feeling that i get when all i can do is look away, ashamed. her words etched into my mind. surely, all of my regrets are nothing new. but if i told you all this, will you ever be able to understand this feeling inside of me?

2009-06-25T09:43:00.000-07:00

hello world,
today i missed you.
did you miss me too?

whisper war.

2009-06-23T09:10:00.000-07:00

big city dreams, hushed acoustic and lilac weariness, a hue short of nostalgia. black book, with too many emotions, handicapped with the inability to express in mere letters. more like being at home with the clouds, towering over so many things, but never distant. cosy and comfy. this feeling, tangible yet, not entirely physical. overwhelmed, for the lack of a better word. and a subtle undercurrent of adrenaline, running through the electricity along ceilings. as the waves pass through, listening to soothing voices and songs about strawberry avalanches. in my world of dreams and reverie, i would like to scream i love you to everyone i love right now.

for what it's worth;

2009-06-21T06:25:00.000-07:00

because i never got the courage to tell you how much you mattered. earlier days and long time agos, saturday nights and wide-eyed wonder. if only apologies and words could make up half as much. a look in the eye, but i only choose to fade away. so here's everything coming down to nothing. what if i didn't do what i chose to do, and never let that be a reason to let myself go? i ask myself so many times.

03:03

2009-06-19T09:40:00.000-07:00

sometimes when you're on the verge of consciousness, thinking about something,one by one, one thing leads to another, layer upon layer of memory and guesswork until it takes you a while to remember just what you were thinking of at the start. and then it happens all over again, this time, different things appearing at random. possibly, it's just the sheer exhaustion of your mind, with the variations of many colours blending and bleeding, freezeframes of that place and that time just slip in and out, saturating and fading.

there's the awkward in between stage, between where you are now, and where you were; what you are, and what you want to be. semi-conscious, that's what they call it. and it leaves you with a sort of void, feeling emptiness, like in an unoccupied subway station, with the stark contrast to the great crush of humanity during rush hours. but it doesn't last long, just like the moments of darkness in between blinks of the eye; it rarely stays till your senses awaken. and it's human again.

bit by bit, the emotions surface from the delves within, nostalgia the first to hit home. counting the hours since each motion, with the forms of old recalling. regret shines through, like sunlight penetrating through thin white screens. melancholy suspended like dust particles in the air, stagnant, as if awaiting for a breeze or wind to carry it away. tasks and to-dos on post-its seem to remind you of existance, reality, and you brush it to a side, out of sight, out of mind: denial in your state of dream.

and as fast as everything has been happening, tipsy whims and fancies lift you lightly, gently off your feet, soaring above marshmallow and cotton candy clouds of pink, as you feel yourself drift away with stardust into the metro skies. second star to the right, then straight on till morning. go, skim the clouds, far far away. a sweet escape, but with a heavier kind of sweet, almost too much to bear - Man weren't meant to ride with clouds between their knees.

no explanations.

2009-06-18T10:26:00.000-07:00

there are many things that i would like to say to you,

but i don't know how.

electricity runs from the top of your ceiling,

2009-06-16T07:42:00.000-07:00

i like nights like those. cool air, soft sounds of rubber across the tarmac, friends with tired eyes, wide-eyed wonder, cozy like an owl, hushed and away from busy, subtle blue pink variations on waves in the air, fuschia pink nails, floating away with scented whimsical fancies. i wish there were more nights like those.

run, baby, run.

2009-06-15T09:07:00.000-07:00

one word: awwwwwww.

to laura yeo wei wen:

2009-06-12T10:55:00.000-07:00

my crawling caterpillar,

cuppycake,

abnormal gumdrop,

future electrical floating magnetic wheelchair roller,

and lovely retard-

i love you always. :)

baby, we're invincible.

2009-06-12T10:32:00.000-07:00

sit with me, come and play

i need you so near.

since when did leaving become so hard?

i think i'm gonna miss so many people.

bittersweet.

2009-06-11T07:12:00.000-07:00

today i had Frosties cereal for lunch.
today i did my biology homework.
today i wished i could have told you i miss you.
today i felt regret and wished i had the courage to ask "wanna meet up soon?".
today i got caught in a dilemma.
today i listened to Michelle Branch on repeat for hours.
today i dreamt that i lived in a shopping centre.

i wonder how it feels like to have a friendly, unscary boogeymonster under my bed.

whimsical fancies.

2009-06-10T10:16:00.000-07:00

it's one am and now
i'm too sucked in cause
it's three days later
i can't stop thinking about you.

cliches and hopeless romantics. lime green paper tattoed with affirmations. the comforting hum of the air conditioner. occasional buzz of passing vehicles on the highway; assurance of a never sleeping town. traffic lights switching from red to green to amber to red with the sleepy streetlights shining down on the pavements. a black and white photograph, somehow with energy still caught within the perimeters, radiating, subtly, but nevertheless, catching the expression of the captured one. yellow Impulse deodorant bottle and outward bound. reminiscence might -at any moment now- cause memories to unravel themselves like thread - but i can't stop thinking about you.

note to self: start doing holiday homework.

stamps on hands.

2009-06-08T09:22:00.000-07:00

as you turn back he winks at you and says goodbye and you momentarily lose whatever you're thinking as your heart does a triple somersault and even after that as you go home that night and you're in your room listening to elvis costello go iwantyoutobemylovelyhooligan you still have that moment stuck in your mind so you smile in your heart and try to recollect those past few minutes but you just can't seem to sort it out so you just think to yourself it'sbeenagreatday; it'sbeenagreatdayindeed.

temporary.

2009-06-06T08:59:00.000-07:00

i wonder if memories fade the same way,

as how the colour of construction does after being placed under the sun.

"the song is over, but the melody lingers on."

you had me at hello,

2009-06-05T08:15:00.000-07:00

out of this town, two years back.
midnight stories, a year ago.
seven months after december night.
one week since words exchanged.
three days to the great escape.
friends and late night adrenaline - twenty-eight hours past.
forty-one minutes fastforward, to make a wish.
sixty one seconds: whimsical lies.

i know, i make no sense.

2009-05-31T08:37:00.000-07:00

i don't even know what i feel right now.

the sun goes down alone.

2009-05-28T07:24:00.000-07:00

a little voice in my head said,

"Don't look back,

you can never look back."

i wish i could change so many things before.

2009-05-25T00:21:00.000-07:00

fuschia nail polish and lime green post-its.
i would like to walk on clouds one day.

2009-05-22T09:31:00.000-07:00

clear as gravity
neon lights and kryptonite
silver sounds all
around
a slow dance
under
your question marks
a cradle of mistakes where
you find your ashes
spirit drifted,
numb
to your fingertips with Speed
see the you that isn't you;
lines
running down
the
almost
sil
hou
ettes.
sssmudges of colour,
probesofcuriousity.
he last star of the night, then back to
jet black.
a wild sheep chase, to
paint
your
target.

cherry chapstick and neon pink.

2009-05-22T08:58:00.000-07:00

hot air balloon.

2009-05-16T09:18:00.000-07:00

i'll be out of my mind,

and you'll be out of ideas pretty soon.

sugar, we're going down.

2009-05-16T08:50:00.000-07:00

and i wonder. how does it feel like to sublime?

to turn from something so firm, to something so vulnerable,

lighter than a feather, and gone with a breeze.

a thin sheet of grey, blanketing the metal surfaces.

as i hide behind the cover of the mist,

floating among whispers and wishes,

watching the world through the eyes of a fly on the wall.

maybe one day, i'll learn how it feels like to drift away,

and then escape from the grasp of cold hard reality.

neighbourhoods surround the soft florescent lights.

2009-05-15T03:48:00.000-07:00

diamonds in the sky
wide-eyed wonder, and straight on,
till morning.

silver glitter reactions creating columns dark
as the white in the walls soak up all the sound.

drip, drop, and the mixtape
on the run.

a misty cloud of midnight fantasies, sleep
still in your eyes.
a dance between Reality and Spirit.
as the dreams,
collide.

ps. i would love to go to Minnesota now :)

you were my consolation prize;

2009-05-14T08:54:00.000-07:00

a train of thought, a pause in time.

the sound of my pulse, echoing in my ears.

a hallucination? an illusion?

make believe and play pretend, not to know

that things aren't the same anymore.

looking away as you turn to talk to someone else,

a silent consolation in my heart.

you bleed just to know, you're alive?

i think i'll fall asleep to owl city tonight.

rainbow veins.

2009-05-09T09:17:00.000-07:00

i am floating away,

lost in a silent ballad,

my darling we're both on the wing,

look down and keep on singing,

and we can go,

anywhere.

hoothoot.

2009-05-09T08:22:00.000-07:00

"Words That Don't Exist, but Should:

AQUADEXTROUS - adj. Possessing the ability to turn the bathroom faucet on and off with your toes.
CARPERPETUATION - n. The act, when vacuuming, of running over a string or a piece of lint at least a dozen times, reaching over and picking it up, examining it, then putting it back down to give the vacuum one more chance.
DISCONFECT - v. To sterilize a piece of candy you dropped on the floor by blowing on it, assuming this will somehow "remove" all the germs.
FRUST - n. The small line of debris that refuses to be swept onto the dust pan and keep backing a person across the room until he finally decides to give up and sweep it under the rug.
PHONESIA - n. The affliction of dialing a phone number and forgetting whom you were calling just as they answer.
PUPKUS - n. The moist residue left on a window after a dog presses its nose to it.
TELECRASTINATION - n. The act of always letting the phone ring at least twice before you pick it up, even when you're only six inches away.
MUMMABOLIC CHORUS - n. When three or more people are singing along to a tune and suddenly discover they are all faking their way through the unintelligible lyrics.
NARCOLEPULACY - n. The contagious action of yawning, causing everyone in sight to also yawn.
OREOSIS - n. The practice of eating the cream center of an Oreo before eating the cookie outsides.
PAJANGLE - n. Condition of waking up with your pajamas turned 180 degrees.
PRESTOFRIGERATION - n. The peculiar habit, when searching for a snack, of constantly returning tothe refrigerator in hopes that something new will have materialized.
SARK - n. The marks left on one's ankle after wearing tube socks all day.
TANUMBUM - n. The sorry side of the Christmas tree that gets placed toward the wall."

omg. i love adam young.
i wanna live in owl cityyyy.
:))

cause in heaven, it's beautiful, baby.

2009-05-06T22:31:00.000-07:00

and it seems, the chaos of recent, like speeding on the highway.
blur images of the things that past,
a swirl of colours and green.
speedspeedspeed.
time ticking, the sound of the metronome in your mind,
counting down the number of days, hours, times, minutes, seconds.
as your heart accelerates with the step of the mechanism,
triggers of thoughts and one-second-long nostalgia,
you brush away everything, pretending the fuel's not depleting,
your spirit's not dying.
ignorance seems to be the easy way out.
rush and dance through the events,
music blasting in your ears, so loud, but the silence in your mind, louder.
'the reason why highway signboards are so long,
was because cars travelled too fast to notice.' you think.
a jam on the brakes.
as friction brings you to a stop,
the thump of your heart, telling you you're still alive.

with distance comes regret.
as you try to salvage the situation,
trying to knit the remainder of the seams of your heart back together,
before the thread unravels itself and falls apart.
and how silent disappointment seems to hang in the air between the both of you,
him, her, them, us and everything else.
when you come to a stop, you realise how different things are.
have you ever wondered,
if gravity is the centre of everything, the one item that pulls things together, nails things to the ground, and prevents them from getting away; the seamless force around everything,
then why is it that people are still falling apart?
a tower of blocks, slowly stacked upon one another,
yet with just the sweep of the hand, collapses to the ground.
and along with time, nostalgia dances its way through your heart,
thinking of that time, that place, that event, that feeling,
throwing stones to the delves of your heart.

rewind, and try to clear things up, piece the broken shards left, lying.
deep breathe in, one last moment, new found hope, a last chance for redemption.
gear up your spirits, gravity, crystal clear,
a step on the accelerator, and-
off we go.

all i want to say is: i'll try to make things right again.

2009-04-17T07:20:00.000-07:00

i remember you like yesterday.

2009-04-17T06:55:00.000-07:00

my pocketful of sunshine.

tkg drama for the win, yo.

2009-04-16T05:00:00.000-07:00

rocket heroes.

2009-04-14T04:57:00.000-07:00

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."

2009-04-14T04:41:00.001-07:00

the weetarded drama class and my favourite Muthu :)

hahahahaha.

cuckoo.

2009-04-12T07:25:00.000-07:00

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.

2009-04-11T10:49:00.000-07:00

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.

2009-04-10T07:33:00.000-07:00

"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.

2009-04-06T05:22:00.000-07:00

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.

2009-04-05T05:27:00.001-07:00

gawd.
i miss you.

high rise, veins of the avenue.

2009-04-05T01:28:00.000-07:00

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;

2009-04-04T04:59:00.000-07:00

i think pizza is one form of heaven, too.

scarlet letter on your arm.

2009-04-02T05:23:00.000-07:00

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.

meatball towers.

2009-03-29T04:54:00.000-07:00

"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.

2009-03-29T03:58:00.000-07:00

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.

2009-03-26T05:12:00.001-07:00

shut out and disconnected.

i would like, to disappear.

liquor up my thoughts.

2009-03-23T07:50:00.000-07:00

"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.

2009-03-21T08:22:00.000-07:00

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;

2009-03-16T07:18:00.000-07:00

still photos and noisy arcades.

2009-03-13T07:57:00.001-07:00

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.

2009-03-11T03:26:00.000-07:00

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.

2009-03-10T08:31:00.001-07:00

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

haha.
i love 3e3.
:)

2009-03-09T05:10:00.000-07:00

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

2009-03-08T07:08:00.000-07:00

the forms of old recalling;

2009-03-07T07:07:00.000-08:00

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?

2009-03-06T07:20:00.000-08:00

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.

2009-03-06T07:17:00.000-08:00

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.

2009-03-03T05:26:00.000-08:00

Pop.

2009-02-28T06:48:00.000-08:00

and so it's goodbye to the past 59 days of 2009,
filled with jokes of caterpillars high on weed
and rainbows with pink unicorns.
on a random note:
i need more sleep.

looks like a solo tonight.

2009-02-27T05:02:00.000-08:00

descending,

i'm spinning.

konichiwa ninja.

2009-02-26T04:16:00.000-08:00

"hi, i'm Marcus. and i would like a girlfriend from God."
hurhurhur.

listen, the song of night:
rushing tyres across the tarmac,
the distant sound of music blasting out from speakers,
the soft hum of air conditioners fanning out the heat,
crickets whistling,
laughter,
orders being shouted across from one end to the other,
the soft whispers of goodnights,
sighs of sweet nostalgia,
constant beeping of handphones; messages from home sweet home,
the rattle of metal bins,
a joke,
a call,
a shout,

and hidden songs of Hope.

tricked into morning;

2009-02-24T03:55:00.000-08:00

familiarity;
with the cold breeze brushing against your hair,
hands buried in the depths of your pockets.
the green building, white stripes, grey road, icy blue of the wind.
a honk, footsteps, cling clang of a metal bin cover, a bird:
the yawn of an awakening town.
the scent of Body Shop aqua lily filling your nostrils,
uplifting spirits.
left, right, left,
and cross.

i miss days in Italy.

second star to the right-

2009-02-23T03:44:00.000-08:00

do you know how it feels, to be so close to a memory?

you can hear its voices, smell its scent, feel its touch.

like a child, placing your ear against the ground,

keeping so silent you can hear the thud of book,

a drop of a pin,

a squeak of the chair,

an undercurrent of thoughts.

chasms of memories, like black holes,

a void of darkness, nothing, emotions,

just waiting

to suck

you

in.