"it is like when you are upset and you hold the radio against your ear and you tune it halfway between 2 stations so that all you get is white noise and then you turn the volume up so that this is all you can hear and you know you are safe because you cant hear anything else."

it's in your eyes that i see me.

thank you.

if there's anything that she has yet to accustom,
it has to be her smiling so much more, even on rainy noons.

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these little games,
those artful facades,
do you hear what i am not saying?

- facts or fiction-


the plucked heartstrings of a woman of metal. says:
you blushing???

ytytytyt says:
SHUDDUP

the plucked heartstrings of a woman of metal. says:
got as red as my pad anot

jajaja says:
his whole body on fire

the plucked heartstrings of a woman of metal. says:
if dont have never mind


these are the 1001 reasons, why i can never get enough of second bestie, ja and oli.
kudos to our shite.

because, it 's the first time i have got a party of 30 celebrating my birthday,
because, it feels fuzzy seeing your friends enjoy the fondue pot you prepared,
because, it feels so darn good to stay around till the wee hours of the morning,



i <3 my spartans so very much.


photos up soon!

new works up at the e-epiphany!!


:cD

new works - memoire's aftertaste up @ epiphany!

because life cant be any better than this.

:)


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updated :


listening : sway - bic runga.
mood : spaaarrtannnish happy!/ambivalent

to be honest, i feel alittle spaced out, and if there's anything that proves to be a good accompaniment to the silence in my room. it's probably me snifling and coughin, like some fugly old man. there's this fear that's tugging at the back of my head. It's that familar taste of fear of falling/losing. yet again. Maybe its because it's been a long while, since days have been this good. this past one year has been one ride, i wouldnt want to relive. failed relationships, strained health, academic hiccups

the union camp has been nothing,but short of a blast. though, i realised how time has mellowed
that furor and vigour in me, and how i have shortchanged myself of opportunities of meeting the greatest people. People that are, genuine, with verve and passion that puts me to shame .If there's anything i have been busy with, it got to be assigning all but my nonchalence to the oblivion, to run away and hiding in barricades that are safe from this world.

i am sick of feeling scared, and tired.

i wont lose this time.

it's how you laughed,
the same laughter that rang in my ears since 13.
isnt it amazing;
it's still the same-
those same memoires that we find ourselves laughing to.

it seems like it's only yesterday , we played basketball-
oh, how we grew in -
those games of basketball in the rain , with our sopping wet sneakers;
those games of love in the summer , with our blith ignorances.
we skidded ,fell and hurt ourselves in the games we play.
isnt it amazing;
it's still the same-
the same old games that we still find ourselves in.


it seems like it's only yesterday, we sat on the dusty concrete slab-
u,me and the dusty concrete slab ;
that bore the weight of those teenage angst.
isnt it amazing;
it's still the same-
the same old walls that we still hide ourselves in.


it seems like there's something about you.
something that tells me,
i dont have to fight and fend so hard,
for what's left of me.
isnt it amazing;
it's still the same -
the same you that tells me i can still be me.


thank you, tong.

:c)

i know i havent been on msn online for the longest time.

But i cant help it, when i am staying over at my grans, where wireless connections are as anal as constipations.

these days have been exceptionally good,reasons aplenty.

1. YY 's convocation's tomorrow!. woooh! okaye ,i know there are no reasons why i should even be this excited.but i JUST am and of course, mymeanmachine isnt going to miss out all that action tomorrow no?

2. stayover at grans is always fun.

3. i like hanging out with tongfella.

4. union camp! spppaaaaaartttaaaannnnss!

5.( secretly, i am counting down the days to seeing iain tham!) wooh!

listening : candleburn - dishwalla

-Anson road-

devils of deceit and disguise;
the emaciated wings reign -
depraved in these restless dusks and stripped in those poison bows,
their darkened crypts sing ;
'hail the forbidden solace in concrete shadows;
for we lust of all embittered golds!'

angels of bright southern lights,
the masts of innocence feign-
broken in these grey seas of voyeurs and drowned by pirates of souls,
they hear the old matriach sing-
'hail the whore for this damned wisdom
for we sleep in aged accursed dreams!'

oh, buried , forgotten servants of cold,
were you not masters of crimes and lies of our lost urban souls?


//eloera , 1607 hr, Coffeebean //

I am dead beat, after sitting there for 12 hours watching the world go by before my very eyes, ( admist my frenzied doodling attempt in keeping records). It's a good kill of time, i reckon. Afterall, it promises me remunerations that will ,at least ,see me through half a month .

Baybeats and Tapestry is round the corner.
and *e is a extremely happy girl when she gets to see her <3 iain tham and the firefight!

Anyway ,though this temporary assignment is banal and wretched beyond belief, but with good lunch company?
The world seems a better place. suddenly.



bedtime,folks.
goodbye.

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new words up at the e-epiphany!

It's really only just an afternoon out running errands that ought to be done eons ago.
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Medical examination - checked.
sentiments : i am really not used to having strangers jab the boobies . Urine test? Quite an adventure , i must say.
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Payment for camp - checked.
sentiments : Knowing how i will be staying in the same hall as vinfella,hitherto ,has eased those tensions abit. I cant help feeling apprehensive, knowing how i am so much older ,or for reasons why i am there in the first place.


The heat.The irregularity of my timing and type of meals.The haphazard sleeping cycles.
It's all coupling to this nasty thing, call FEVER.

the brain's been fried. as crisp as the breakfast bacon.


sos.please.


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new works up at the epiphany! :c)

-drudgery, drudgery no more.-

listening : fires at night - the firefight.

When boredom and staleness sets in - when biological clock fuses and have you live days as that of the dead, (with the short length of days, and ill usage of time),-when you are convinced that your body rouses only to eat , you really find yourself no more accomplished than that of a table, a chair, a oven, a mug, or a toothpick.

So i have been back for 2 weeks now.

Yet,i have been practically reduced to this state of non- existence except that ,i am still capable of rearing those ugly horns of anger and displeasure to everyone else.
I have been nasty to all, whom (i think) will never understand my anxiety, for my appeal, for my school term to start.

Upcoming,
-Union camp (jul)
-NUS, Sch of Design and Environment (aug)
-China, Haikou (dec).
-Bangkok with gun (dec)
-Exchange ( 2008)


I wish i can have a tooth pick . A tooth pick, to scratch these convictions and resolutions on the traces of time.

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new works up at the e-epiphany! :C)

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What was previously a photoblog,E-exodus, will assume a new identity and address as
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