haitch

" And there are always people who find their lives have become so unsupportable they believe the best thing they could do would be to hasten their transition to another plane of existence.

It's like the people who believe they'll be happy if they go and live somewhere else, but it doesn't work that way. Wherever you go, you take yourself with you."

spotless mind

Clementine: This is it, Joel. It's going to be soon.
Joel: I know.
Clementine: What do we do?
Joel: Enjoy it.

kicks

the atmosphere stiffened a little
everything at that point looked brittle
so we shall just remain like this till it's true
i wonder is that alright with you

dental products

if you want to sing out, sing out
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sonic youth's superstar makes me :'(
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oh thursday, sweet thursday.
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disjointed sentences syndrome again, but i am trying.

rolls

two more weeks till WACE. i have this deja vu feeling (spm, pmr... descend the chronological exam ladder?). december, won't you come already?

i am in love with december, so very much. there are just too many things i want to do, yet i know that like the last time, i will never actually be able to complete everything i've listed down.

quite bluntly

October 5, 2009
because these are the things that i would blindly say to you, bluntly and blatantly too. and also because these are the words i could never bring myself to say to you in person, especially in person.

enclosed; opened

today i found out that oscar wilde is bisexual. he had a wife - charlotte lloyd, and yet he had an affair with alfred douglas.

today was like any other, but 7pm-8.30pm was brilliant. (go CR!)
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it rained today and i was (sort of) trapped in the library. it was interesting to see the rain pouring heavily outside yet everything is so calm and silent in the library. you can almost hear the swishing wind but all you see is the square frames of rain, like muted tv sets put together in electronics stores. you can almost smell them too, almost.

what do you want to say

my world is a spinning carousel

of climbing staircases

each step requires stupendous effort
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i flipped my heart around
and i could clearly hear the sound
of ticks and chimes
frost and climbs
now begin my journey upward
into this beautiful unknown suburb

P (del) = 1

sometimes i don't know if humans enjoy being elusive or what

lids

im typing in complete darkness, except for the glaring screen of course.
[while studying for econs]
i had this recollection of us, queuing up before entering the hall to sit for UPSR. everything felt so real. the basketball field, the sunlight, our childish anxious faces and sharpened 2B pencils. i thought to myself at that time, it'll still be a very long way till spm. i was wrong

packet

i think emotions are really what will drive us mad one day. emotions are what will make us do impulsive things that we will regret. emotions are what will drain us and snap us out of our rationality. emotions are like blood icicles to the pack of hungry wolves.

our hearts are deceitful.
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cling on to Him, and your faith. cling-
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this is my red brick house

that should do

this is my 90th post, today is the 19th of august.
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I told a friend i would start studying for mocks in august, 1st of august.

didn't, and it's the nineteenth.

creatures

i drank more than 5 litres of water today. i am a sea, a portable one.

life drafts

I make drafts. Drafts of pictures, pictures of people, people from random walks. Drafts of abstract things, drafts of words, words and more words. Drafts that I open and read through from time to time, adding or removing sentences, erasing the drooped corner of the mouth, shading the eyebrow. Satisfied briefly, I save it, and keep it that way for now.

What will you do if you wake up one morning and find that your life is a draft, that the real thing has yet to come?

nu blog

hello hellooooo . i've decided to get a new blog at wordpress. that will be for public purpose. aha! see ya