it has been a long time since i last listened to any mandarin pop. but somewhat the rhetorical beauty of the lyrics just took my breath away.
11:30 PM
Wednesday, November 19, 2008'♥
Photo-A-Day
everywhere,anywhere,nowhere. 18 November 2008 Nikon D80,50mm Prime Eloera Jesusa Woon
爱与等待.
3:56 PM
Tuesday, November 18, 2008'♥
// all the pretty faces.//
1. mom got her a macbook for xmas. it's a 'she' and e has christened her 'pandora'. 2. e ought a new lens . Prime 50mm F1.8D . 3. e will eat breathe and sleep adobe cs 4 and illustrator cs 4 this holiday . 4. e bought a new fedora for her vacation .
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and in the dripping lights of dawn, as e watch him weave dreams beyond her reach, she cant help but gently kiss his forehead and thank god above.
for it is must be an angel to fill her so brimful of love, that she is beautiful and whole again.
love.
6:01 AM
Monday, November 17, 2008'♥
Photo-A-Day everywhere,anywhere,nowhere. 17 November 2008 Nikon D80,50mm Prime Eloera Jesusa Woon
sterile metal dreams.
my first shot on my prime. no pp,cept for b&w transition on mymeanmachineII.
11:44 PM
Saturday, November 15, 2008'♥
// my white pandora.//
i am a very happy woman.
:D
11:04 PM
Wednesday, November 12, 2008'♥
//cowardice.//
so many nights , i find myself staring right blank on the ceiling above . seemingly then, the familiarity of limbo comes crashing down on me , and i wiped a tear off my cheeks. i turned , and i saw his back. Such closeness , but yet the distance lie between us tonight. I know, like me , he is awake , lost , and helpless, and no longer able to find words that can calm my seas.
it's words of self disgust tonight. for the first time, i have come to the realisation , that i havent been as controlled and calculated as i thought i am. So many times , i pride myself in making the best of decisions , weighing it on my mum and him. they were the resolute and reason of my life.
and yet, a mistake made of my folly, of my lack of deliberation , becomes a weight on their shoulders. i am tired of being a disappointment , tired of knowing that they are more 'family' to me than i have been to them , for each and every single time i faltered.
i cuddled close to the wall. i peered down the bed beneath , to see streaks of stray light on the floor, and dark looming shadows above.
i am entrapped . no where to go , no where to hide .
7:04 PM
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.