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Thursday, June 26, 2008'♥

//if holidays are any good, it has to be...//

if holidays are any good, it has to be me

1.sleeping and waking up in the middle of night to cut my nails, to pee, to dig my ears.
2.waking up at 11am
3. watching 2 seasons of sex and the city in one sitting.
4.cooking and eating myself the giant salad bowl of cold soba.
5.dota and more dota.
6. finding my misplaced ds stylus ( an unfortunate accident while cooking crab pancakes for him.)
7.shitting and blogging in the toliet.


:)

4:03 PM



Sunday, June 22, 2008'♥


//are you in or am i out?//

it's always about fighting the reins of unfettered realism and that eluding illusory of the most ideal situations.

be it of what you expect of yourself and people around, and the actual delivering of your promises,your responsibilities and their actions.

be it the endless wondering of the infinitie what-ifs that keeps you up late in the night, that leaves you circling in the endless cycles of self reminders of contentment and the actual possibility of the betterment of a future and self.

you find your words drowned and choked.
you realise yyour actions are restrained and futile.

it's the midnight tug of war. such a compromising situation to be in; especially when it's all just an artful deceit of your mind.
we , are all running in circles afterall.

sketches of the mind.


1:45 AM



Sunday, June 08, 2008'♥

//what the snow plows leave behind,is grey and leaden.//

one day,
maybe it's when this voice drains,
that she will be heard.

they will understand.again. you and i.

3:26 AM



Tuesday, June 03, 2008'♥

the lack of updates only speaks of the utter mundaneness in the days we know as holidays.

Alright, holidays arent that bad when you get to wake up at insane hours ,like 1030am , which to me ,is extremely ungodly and unbecoming, considering how i have always being a morning person.

Digressing, i went on the hendersons waves and elevated walk spanning across telok blangah hill and mount faber with hubs and his folks on sunday morning.the whole 8 km hike up and down the terrain has just rendered my thighs to nothingness.

i havent been in the best of health and mom says hubs keeps me insanely happy and cared for. of which, i cant agree more.think - renovations,dusts,weather,skin inflamations,broken,chapped,unsightly skin rashes,scratch-police,and a sexy malenurse .i will indulge in my self pity till further notice.boo.

despite all, i am happy. No reasons to be otherwise when travel plans with the boy as such -krabi, taipei with gun and eug, then europe at the end of the year and satisfactory performance in sch!it sure sounds totally exciting on the purse strings.

then i will be away to KL for 3 days, starting from thursday. short trips are better than none!

increasingly, i have also recognised and have aligned myself with the physiobiological needs/responsibilities of an 23 year old.it has to be the growing out of callow,meaningless(self-deprecating?) clubbing,and the recognition of past whims and fancies of impulsive thought processes and actions coupled with the merciless ,unstoppable physical disintegration of fine facial youth. ( i can almost hear my sigh of resignation.)

such a drag.really. at this juncture, i have really lost my train of thoughts and coherence. i am hungry but i have no appetite. say hello to size 4 soon.

10:46 PM



Monday, June 02, 2008'♥

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i was looking through myworks, and i found this. somehow i like the deliberate tilt of the horizon and how this spatial delusion negates the whole feel of melancholy to reality. it almost looked unreal.

anyway , i am reading middlesex by jeffrey eugenides now. good read.

3:01 AM








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eloera jesusa woon.

she paints skins of whom she has never known, and may never be.
she fortifies , she preserves - of what time has taken.
she dances in the silvers of her moonlight ,
with this cacophany of noises,with these falsities -they lead her hand. //

the facades that she hide behind, the facets of her life.she is but the master of puppetry.

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