Plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting around for somebody to give you flowers"
Thursday, March 31, 2011 || 7:43 AM
My insides are filled with sunshine, daisies, sunflowers, cherries, sparklers, moonlight, pebbles, contentment, fulfillment and luuuurrrrrrrrrveeeee :}
Who can say
where the road goes
where the day flows
- only time
And who can say
if your love grows
as your heart chose
- only time
Who can say
why your heart sighs
as your love flies
- only time
And who can say
why your heart cries
when your love dies
- only time
Thursday, March 24, 2011 || 12:04 AM
it's okay dumbfuck, we dont have to talk. you talk when you feel like it,
if not we'll just dont talk.
i dont really feel like meeting, you know, some days you just wanna spend it alone.
ccb, come your house area luh, for you only!
nah, really dont feel like meeting anyone... believe it or not, im really okay...
heyy, i hope you're better. your worries are mine (:
see you soon i hope. missed you
Posting this only because the internet has more capability of storing such sweet messages in comparism to my phone.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011 || 9:55 PM
I just read something, and my heart stopped.
Monday, March 21, 2011 || 9:03 AM
As i laid my head back to feel the water rushing to my scalp,
I saw a beautiful orange sky, and for a moment, it seems like
the heavens is sending a telegraph of a burning fire.
A fire which warms, not destroy.
When i stared a little longer, i realize there was a rainbow.
They went away as fast as they appeared a million feet above me.
I found a new place to spend my days. A quiet small cosy
comfortable gelato shoppe tucked away from the crowd.
Perfect ambience to be alone and read. Bliss...
The smell of waffles, comforting happy sounds of children playing outside just makes whatever im reading more meaningful :}
Sunday, March 20, 2011 || 11:48 AM
I'm sorry for being scared.
i was a spy today
Saturday, March 19, 2011 || 9:05 AM
Sick of the feisty fight back routine, sick of my own character. I am very displeased with my set of rationalizations, it's passed off as one having their own bubble of logic or reasoning conditioned under circumstances in actual fact, but what is reflected of me bounced into other's eyes always doesnt seem to be how they grasped it.... I'm too blunt. Too blunt for my own good. I never liked to candy coat my words.
I hate the lilliputian pinch of paralysis which comes fleeting a little too much when i speak on my part...
Woke up at 8ish this morning for TAB's event, havent felt the sun flowing in my windows onto my skin for some time. My bodyclock's usually 10 or 11ish. The morning air seems a little fresher, it's as though it's scented by the previous night.
Supper yesterday, the conversation i had landed me into a serene state of deja vu.
My dad just announced to me that an earthquake hit NZ, tried googling it but couldnt find any results. If it's for real, it'd be all over the internet isn't it...
My cousin's studying there, Adam's picking apples and milking cows there. Please, let NZ be safe...
I don't believe in the myth of 2012, but looking at how the world is, icebergs melting, Highly destructive earthquakes tolling in a monthly basis, humans dying of malnutrition, tsunamis, temperature rising a little too steadily, children dying of cancer, nuclear plants erupting... Forecasts tell us that more earthquakes would be happening, and volcanoes would erupt in a chain order.
They say Singapore is safe but i think one day all mankind would be wiped out like how dinosaurs did a long time back. And this makes my stand as a non believer of 2012 waiver.
Back to basics?
Thursday, March 17, 2011 || 3:55 AM
I learnt a life lesson today. This sort of life lesson nags at you at the back of one's mind, but when you have the opportunity to see how it unveils, you see it full blown, and it reaches out to you and touches you gently, stroking you of a certain reminder.
A lesson on love, and being humane.
Chanel Chanel on the wall...
Monday, March 14, 2011 || 8:02 AM
Check out the cruise collection's Chanel earrings. Mummy says she's gonna buy them for me! Went to town earlier to check out the prices and availability but the sales associate told me this particular piece sold out within a week of it's launch.
So beautiful isn't it, the pearl and trimming details.
Dad just came up to me to scold me about my hand phone bills. Gosh, i sent 1900 messages?!
That's an average of 60++ per day.
I shall be more conscious and cut down on texting.
This week's gonna be a week where i will be catching up on my readings, swimming and cleaning up my room. I feel very devoided of knowledge ....
Thursday, March 10, 2011 || 9:09 AM
My mum's so adorable. Please note that she rarely calls me, and when she calls, it's either something big happened or she needs me to translate some stuff for her, or when she realized i didn't come home for the night and call me to guilt trap my conscienceeeee.
Okay so anyway, i received a miss call from her, and i was thinking shit shit shit shit shit did something happen, because my granny just got a stroke. I was damn worried when i called the house and nobody picked up. When nobody picks up, it also equates to nobody's at home, and that probability is 0.01.
So i dialed her handphone and i was like please please please, nothing happen.
And she picked up.
And this was our conversation
Me: Mummy you called?
Mummy: Why now then you call back!!!
Me: Im sorry i missed the call
Mummy: Nothing already la...
Me: Oh, okay. So you called me for?
Mummy: No la, i wanted to use your pencil, so i wanted to ask your permission first.
Me: What the hell?????!!!!!!
Mummy: Helll helll??? (My mum LOVES to repeat such words with her own weird tones and laughs -____-)
Me: Walao!!! Just use only, no need to CALL and ask one what?!?! Then i at home use your toilet paper need to call you and ask whether can use is it?!
Mummy: Different what...
Me: Okay lah i thought what leh, okay bye good day mum!
Tuesday, March 8, 2011 || 5:13 AM
I never expected Tuesday to be one of the more eventful days
amongst the 6 others.
When i was in the pool, the cold water tickling my nerves,
as i shivered silently, I looked up to the sky, and i saw
a pack of birds, flying in a herd across the lovely blues and white .
So limited, the view, from my eyes.
I thought of the word faith, birds relate to the word faith personally.
Swam a few laps, stopped to rest for abit. Head facing up,
the sun seemed to switch it's position, suddenly, it was just
right above me, I closed my eyes and let the rays lingered on my face.
Wonderful. And i thought, it's wonderful to be alive.
Underwater, my trail of thoughts found their way back to
days where me & peck would snorkel and dive. I tried to find back
the calm and peaceful feeling, but failed to do so.
Probably it's because when i look up, or beside me, there are concrete
walls. Walls are barriers. And when i look down, the cement floor
doesn't have a striking resemblance of the sky.
When i tried to hear, i could only hear the sound of metal rubbing
Swam some more laps.
Peck's leaving sg in 2 months time, to look and settle for
a life somewhere else. Some people can only make it overseas.
I understand. Her love for freedom far exceeds love for anybody and anything else.
I also know that when her quest for venturing
dies down, she will continue and hop on to somewhere else.
And i'll join her. When i'm ready.
But... i'm sad.
Saturday, March 5, 2011 || 7:24 AM
Thursday, March 3, 2011 || 11:23 AM
When you take a picture, what you should capture are expressions, moments and details you will never want to forget.
Like, the how his dimples find their way into the depths of his skin, creating a crescent arc and how you're the one who can make him shine like that, or how her hair falls into her eyes but she's laughing too hard to swipe it away, or how crazily moon-still calming and peaceful he seems when spooning each other to sleep, you look at him and think ' damn, why does he has longer lashes than me?' Or, how she bounces up and down over the slightest things, or how his eyes show his serious and intense focus yet strangely soft to only you, or how she pouts, or ....
it's not about how beautiful you look, it's not about how flawless your skin is, whether your face looks fat in this angle, whether your nose looks huge, whether your hair looks unkempt, but it is truly about how beautiful the both of you look together.
It's about the expressions only you, as a lover can see. And nobody else can, because only when he's beside you, he shows that particular side to the world.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011 || 6:21 AM
This song was dedicated to a lady's lover, who passed away early because of some unforseen accidents, reminding the human race that we're just specks in the universe, yet able to contain such immense strong feelings.