Tossed and turned in bed for an hour or so before finally falling asleep to dream of you. Woke up from that crazily sweet dream from our first few weeks by my phone's alarm. Having to flip it open to stop it, there, i discovered your message waiting for me. "Next week.. Okay ?"


Today's a good day to go blading. (:

of shadows and memories

Ergo;
Radius Solis
et Umbra

Therefore;
Ray of the Sun
and Shadow

recalling, reposting, revisiting my windshadow.

But you have never let me fall away. Even till now. Watching every closure, every pain.

Class finally did our SL project. Yayness. The kids were fun/interesting/scary/cute/enthusiastic/scary/energetic/bouncy/scary, kinda. I feel like such an unsuccessful Potential Housewife. Sigh. Went for lunch/tea/early dinner with class later. Was an amusing day i guess.


Feeling pretty depressed lately, that empty feeling of late. Wondering if i should go get a shot of my joy-drug but doubt it'll be good to keep this reliance.



You say you're thankful but then, looking at everything that you've done for me, i should be the one truly feeling thankful for you, for everything and every moment.

Not to mention, it's been quite a while since we sat down and spoke for so long too, hasnt it ? Besides, it was amusing to see you start flapping about like a penguin when you panic.
It's really been quite a while. (:




Maybe we should just let history repeat itself, just to experience the joy the laughter and the tears once more.

Only thing i remmeber doing today seems to be running errands for The Neighbour. Even having to cab down to David's place to pick up a dvd player for him. I swear i must be insane lately.

Dead tired from all that nonsense and i've got no work done. Sheesh. Oh well, at least with this, marks the end of 'A' Level, Art, Coursework. So off we shall study - tomorrow of course; i need to crash now. Zzzzz.

Well, i improved by 6 marks for my chem, if that helps. (:

That's like 36.4/100 ! Haha. Well, another 10 marks to passing, wheeeee.


Popped over to visit Neighbour a couple of times today. He's really looking half dead. Sitting in that corner with the penknife, tape and cling wrap. Poor thing. *Pats head*


Ah well. Shall go disturb Joshie - Squishy, Slushy, Mushy, Vegemite (I swear my brain's goop now, ha !) - now. Cant wait till he gets back. So much love. (:

And by talking nonsense, The Neighbour manages the pretty much impossible feat of cheering me up almost instantaneously ! - again. I'm quite amazed too actually since it seems to work both ways, depending on what he wants to do that day. Sigh. Oh wells, still, many many truckloads of love. (:


On another note, i ran into "BroJX" aka JIANXIN aka The-Guy-Whose-Name-I-Always-Forget again. This time at Siglap Macs. Dumb thing was that i went there today specially to avoid Lester and him. Sigh. Talk about kismet.

You dont have the letter yet, but you know how things end already, dont you ?

"i dont mind slow dancing with you. Just please, let it not be in a burning room."


And we walk down the concrete path, my hand in yours and your hand in mine; wondering, how long, just how much longer before that first string snaps.

Pretty bagpipes.









I feel like i'm a brat whenever we get to this issue. It always seems to be like so doesnt it ? I thought we were closer, dearer and worth more to each other than just that. Maybe i was wrong, maybe i just have yet to truly understand the meaning of sharing. Not you anyway.

And FMA reaches another landmark point. So many "truths" are finally being told. Wheeeee. And the latest chapter, SUCH DRAMATIC IRONY. Heh.

Cant wait for the next chapter. (:




And i'm jealous of this inanimate object called the guitar. Heh. *throws pancake at Joshie*

I wish he'll play tonight. It's been some time since i heard it isnt it ? That soothing tune he used to blow.

And we go around like chaos incarnate.

To blaze through with no care of mindless thoughts, of thoughtless minds. Bewitching laughter ringing, echoing in the midnight skies.

I'm doomed to the pits of cellulite`ism. I saw cellulite this morning when i showered. Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo !!!!

The postsecret site is no longer there. Seems like it's been kidnapped by a nicole. Weirdness.


Anyway, been slacking the past two days. Crap. Reading the second bio notes now. Think i'll be able to smoke through ? Ha. Anyway, sorry MrsLoh, but guess econs is gonna be a last ditch attempt - as usual.


I feel kinda bad.

I feel like screaming but since my throat's barely recovered, guess i better not.


I'M FRUSTRATTTTEEEEDDDDD.




Be BRYAN-like !

It's sAx not sEx.

Eh. Pancakes, read clearly please.


Shoutout to the Neighbour:
DON'T DIE !!!
Let's go for pie once it's all over ! Loves. (:

On other notes, maybe i should try convincing John to teach me the sax after A's.


Just for the kick of seeing him try. (:

pre-prelims

Tossed and turned in bed the entire night. Too wreaked for church in the end. Worst thing ? I still dont know what's bothering me.

Also, am feeling dead sick lately (dont note the irony, i'm too tired too bother). My cough seems to be getting better but worst at the same time. Throat doesnt feel as bad and REJOYCE, I'M NO LONGER COUGHING UP BLOOD. But the thick, disgusting, gross phlegm leaves much to be desired. Sorry if i spoilt your breakfast/lunch/tea/dinner. Heh.

But really,

WHAT A TIME TO FALL SICK.




As you might have noted, i'm feeling very, very tetchy today. Frogs.

i will run to you

I dont care what Jonathan says about this song being old, it's pretty. Like many many other old songs. Think i cried pretty much every time we did this song for worship too. Hmm..


And I will run to You
To Your words of truth
Not by might, not by power
But by the spirit of God
Yes I will run the race
'Till I see Your face
Oh let me live in the glory of Your grace

fire in the wax museum

Praise until the Spirit of Worship comes.
Worship until the Glory comes.

Then stand in the Glory.


Wax museums, with their lifelike but lifeless statues reflects us. Seemingly full of vitality and vigour but in fact empty cases that are cold inside.


God shall re-kindle the fire and set us all ablaze. Indeed He will.


And he said, I beseech thee, show me thy glory.
-Exodus 33:18

Found Pooja on facebook, sent her a message and she replied saying she almost didnt recognise me. *laughs*

And it slips away with the mere touch. The silken scarf that chilled your soul and left you longing for more. It tempts you like fallen light, here now, gone before you realise. Flowing away before you realised what was it that made contact. Leaving you cringing, crying, aching for that second touch.

And we'll burn out like a firestorm.