- rain above her head ; storm beneath her skin.-

-waking up to the gleam of his eyes-

waking up beside him every morning now is nothing but a beautiful rhapsody of their dreams the night before .

his den,her den,their den.
the happy proletariat - channikins and the woonsons.

to thedomesticatedmisterwhobringsbreakfastsandeverythingup.

happy monniversary,love.


:c))

play the riddle and lick my wounds.

They apprehend her disillusionment but they dance in their oblivion .
They silence the conscience but hear the songs of the old guilt trip .
They speak of the scars of yesteryears but divulge the disquietude of tomorrow .
They brave the ravages of time but the bereavement of the human hearts.

They - the cadavers of her time, the dog-eared pages of her story .

-do-(rk)-ta-

i havent had much to blog about these days, simply, my life has just been reduced to this state of vapid mundaness.

well, was over at theboy's place,was supposed to mug, but we ended up playing dota. i cuss at my cumbersome and almost retard locomotion/visual coordination of my limbs and everything else.

Anyway,met the channikins tonight.

To be honest, i have never had much of an issue with establishing a amiable relationship with parents of boyfriends.but this time around, i buckled under extreme duress and stress,not that i messed things up, just that, well , i thought i could leave a better impression.

so,at last, it's a load off our minds.

kudos to our good days ahead.

-ego conversates , kisses escalate-

engineboy comes over on rainy mornings.
engineboy needs good lovin'.
engineboy eats and sleeps like a pork.
engineboy goes with building girl for orthodontic appointments.
engineboy runs in the rain to buy buildinggirl her psp.
engineboy goes on sponsored $200 shopping frenzy.
engineboy gets territorial with fogey uncles and pubescent nuts.


If Britannica starts compiling his currying pokking lines,

" woah this escalator is damn long.. good..i like"
" huh ..why..."
" because i can kiss and hold you longer.."

he will be richer than any mechanical engineer in the world.haha!

sidenote:
currying pokking : {kah :lee pawk-king} conitunous noun, root form : curry pok.
meaning : deliberate attempts to cajole,butter up or charm someone with flattery, usually with means of verbal expressions or physical affections.

-the 160906th time.-

Don't try to wake me up
Even if the sun really does come out tomorrow
Don't believe anything you say
Anymore, in the morn, in the morning
Bricks to this old house are breaking
Steel would have weathered but now forlorning
It's alarming how loud the silence screams
No warn, no warn, no warning
Addictions fill the table where the family used to sit
And conversate
Conversate to the sounds
To the sounds of a record player
With it's jumping needle and the lights that grow dim over time

With downcast eyes
There's more to living than being alive
With downcast eyes
There's more to living than being alive

Are you where you thought you'd be
So beautiful and only twenty-three
Opposition rests in the hearts
With no, with no, with no opportunity
It's not that we don't talk
It's just no one really listens and honesty fades
Like a politician lost in the course
All smiles and no one remembers our names

Don't try to wake me up
Even if the sun really does come out tomorrow
Don't believe anything I say
Anymore, in the morn, in the morning'



alexithymia by anberlin.





hello pms, goodbye smiles.

-wings clipped and crippled-

Did i mention, that photography liberates me? especially that of people portraiture?
It gives me this sense of lightness, gets me attuned to my own sense of existentialism and individuality. It lets the mind explore the off tangential realms of my everyday life.

But these days, due to work commitments , it has taken the backseat of my life.

:c(.

Nonetheless,

In this midst of my mad helter-skelter rush to meet my deadlines for tutorials, readings, and printing my notes,

i am glad that i have you right beside and behind me, watching out for me. always.

due to unforseen circumstances,
i will be getting no psp anytime soon.


sad is the girl who has no psp.

;(

-retrospect-

after a while,

when she thought she had it all,
when she thought she seen it all,

she realised;

perhaps, she never did have any from the start,
perhaps, she was just as blinded as before,


she.


stopped.


trying.


she. stopped.
+++++++++++
she realized that when she is tired of singing,
it is because she is not letting herself be sung..

-hotcakes for the love-

The lack of updates can only mean a couple of things.
Of which, one means i am have been busy ,well ,with my commitments,my work,mybooks, and of course, vectoring my life away.

Two, spending time with theboy ,( it isnt one of those callow, juvenile honeymoon periods,where the couple just has to see and mush each other away every day?).

i probably cant justify as much to this phenomenon, since i have the tendency to protect, preserve my own personal space and freedom. But it's really one of those cases, where, well, we just happen to see and spend time with each other in sch or myden everyday, as best friends, as
a couple.

Again, maybe , it's theboy's admirable effort to always travel from tanah merah to my place,to buy me hotcakes, which to me, it's akin to traversing across 10 million light years for those hotcakes. ( HELLO? IT'S TANAH MERAH AND YEWTEE , WE ARE TALKING ABOUT??) .

Secretly, i think it's also one of theboy's inexcusable attempt to stay over at myden. Besides,the good'o folks are loving him quite abit, considering their preferential treatment to his palates and diet. Of course, he returns in kind.

At least, this time round, it feels good having your parents love theboy you are loving.



i am a happy woman.
are you?

:c)

-pop tart-

for my sheefoo and mylove. ;c)

-if he's a glimpse of my grace -

for all the moments we spent,

thank you for always being so willing to travel from your end of the world to mine,
thank you for always finding ways and means to spend time together,
thank you for all the times you would buy stuff to make mummywoon happy,
thank you for sharing your psp with me,
thank you for cooking our dinner ( i know its your first time cooking, so dont be a bluffer and say it isnt),
thank you for playing dota with me,
thank you for making me laugh the way noone did before,
thank you for telling me that it's okaye to be afraid,
thank you for holding me the way that you do,
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i think
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I STILL WANT TO BUY MY PSP! HAHA!


IF YOU THINK I AM GOING TO MUSH YOU, buggerboy.
YOU ARE SOOOO WRONGGG.


okaye.
i dont do this often online.
but ....erm.. yeah...
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i love you.

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