Monday, September 27, 2010
The giraffe with the ridiculously long neck is not only getting old, but it's starting to offend me.
tried to hunch; 5:59 PM
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Somebody loves me
I have spent my last bit of money on your cab ride here and a Happy Meal but you are still not smiling. As we sit in the blistering cold comfort of the four o’clock morning you stare blankly into space, weary, as I tuck into my hotcakes – but never taking my eyes off you. Your small, weary eyes, borrowed t-shirt and shorts. It was just the two of us, at least I did not notice anybody else, as I burst into a soliloquy of hope, disappointment and the evils of the world. And you just gaze on in silent wonderment, or at least I choose to see it as so. I bring your offering of cigarettes to my lips to keep warm because you are out of reach.
And as the suburbs come to life and the sun begins to rise we move inside to get away from all the noise. Finding our seat , still the only one I see is you and I wrap my arms around your waist and you melt into me, I melt into the seat, and I make the time go by slower. So we sit there, as the seat begins to take our form and the sun has crept up sufficiently so as to chase away all the dark of your night and your eyes are wearier and smaller but the cold still couldn’t steal away your warm.
Now that the light was bright enough, we made our way to the bus stop and rested ourselves upon the seats while I make a call to the bus driver to know that he can take his time. As I wrap the blanket of my arm around you and you rest upon the pillow of my shoulder, I tell you that you are a teddy bear. And you tell me that you want to be a love bird. And I have no witty reply but, yes. And the bus comes. And you make your journey back to your lonely home.
tried to hunch; 2:55 AM
Saturday, July 31, 2010
e(ski)mo
Too careless, he muttered, to have let countless minutes and moments of our lives slip by. But what does time do if not slip. Slip past the grasp of our hands, barely touching our naked fingertips. Breathe in, and it's gone. Breathe out, and you're too late. If only we could break back into our memories and jolt them back to life. There is a fine liminal line between past and present. See, we just crossed it again. A faint shade between been and be, he thought. How hard could it be, to recover what had been. After all, are not the fragments of time past that make up what is present? To de-compose time, he explained, and rearrange them in an order that we desire fit.
It's just a matter of time, literally.
tried to hunch; 8:46 PM
Thursday, June 10, 2010
How to lose 5kg in 10 days ah?
tried to hunch; 10:57 PM
Do I dazzle you
Mother ass funny. Three thumbs up for Perez! I don't know why but HW, I thought of you while reading it, probably because you're my only other friend who reads Perez Hilton and Xiaxue (I don't lah but I saw her wedding photos) and you'd probably say something like that about someone like KStew, like the guy who always wears socks. Hahahaha.
So like, I watched the MTV Movie Awards 2010 last night and it got me thinking, or rather, Twilight got me thinking, about this idea of Edward Cullen. Now every boy my eyes spend more than 3 seconds on, there is a thought bubble forming over his my head saying "I followed your scent" or "It makes me anxious... To be away from you." Sheesh.
And like, it'll be really cool to go through some psych therapy. Is there one in school? Like, I remember how in secondary school and again in CJ how I always wanted to visit the school councilor (is this the correct spelling?) just to see what it's like, what it's like to be treated like a suicidal angsty teenager. But I never did. Procrastination ALWAYS gets the better of me. Like right now when I'm supposed to be studying but I'm writing this lameass post about Edward Cullen.
tried to hunch; 1:30 PM
Monday, June 07, 2010
Black
This is me feeling mega tired and pek chek because my eye bags now need to wear a bra. And instead of studying for exams, I'm staying up to write a STORY for a competition. The last time I wrote anything close to glorious was my A Level History paper, and every time I think back on all the LJ posts of all my talented friends, I feel like a pea. Or pee. Both taste equally bad anyway. What is my story about? I don't know yet. So far, my sister committed suicide and I find her dead body's allure "palatably inviting". W-ow. This would seriously worry my parents.
tried to hunch; 9:38 PM
Thursday, June 03, 2010
Bizarre Dream #3
This is probably the third or fourth dream that I've blogged. Awesome shizz this sub-consciousness.
So I brought this guy home, let's call him Christopher. Everyone calls him Chris. So we were having dinner with my parents. And my parents having a temperament worse than police interrogators, were like asking him the customary, what do you do, what do you enjoy, etc. So I very quietly whispered into Chris's ear and said, "Say something about music. Tell them you like music. Confirm score points one." So Chris was like "I enjoy classical music." And my parents were like obviously damn excited, "Oh really! Who do you listen to?" I didn't expect Chris to know shit about classical music, but to my surprise, and my parents' as well, he just said very naturally, although a bit nervously (my god my vocab is quite shitty), "Errr. I listen to composers like Mozart, Chopin, Dvorak," and rambled a bit about the music of each of the three - right down to the delicate idiosyncrasies of their style and expression. So like my parents were like damn impressed, and like, went off somewhere to prepare like, deserts or something. I use the word "like" too many times. Then while my parents were away I leaned against Chris and held his hand and was like, "Hahaha good job I was damn impressed lah!" And he gave me his boyish playful smile and like, lifted my legs onto his lap so I sat snugly beside him like a doll. Awwwww. So next, I was supposed to lay out the mattress in the bedroom before my brother came home, so I put one nicely on each side of the bed. Now, if you know what my blue's clues room looks like, the more comfortable mattress space would be the one on the right side of the bed because on the left there is this huge ass annoying chair and next to it is the bathroom so like, there's always a lot of fumbling in that area. So naturally being the very thoughtful girlfriend, I took the fumbling area side and gave Chris the undisturbed side. And my brother being King of course gets the bed lah. Then my parents came in and suddenly made a whole fuss about how "HOW CAN ONE BOY AND ONE GIRL SLEEP IN THE SAME ROOM?!!" And like, decided to put lots of pictures of Jesus on the wall. And asked Chris to arrange the photos according to size. And these pictures were those, oldish byzantine iconic photos that liked to identify Jesus as stern, serious, and generally very fierce-looking, which made it even more ridiculous. And it was unreasonable because Chris and I weren't even sharing the same bed, AND my brother will be occupying the room when he gets home anyway. SHEESH, uptight much.
Yup. Like I said, awesome shizz this sub-conscious mind. The weirdest thing is that, I think my parents would REACT IN EXACTLY THE SAME WAY. STORY. OF. MY. LIFE.
tried to hunch; 11:42 PM
Sunday, May 30, 2010
What I am to you is not real. Damien Rice on a rainy night is almost suicidal. I don't even have $2.50 for a bar of Twix. Things that make me weep like the rain, seriously. Thank God it's Monday tomorrow I can finally get on with the more important things in life. Can't decide if University falls under that category, shit.
tried to hunch; 7:51 PM
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Where's Denny?
I found something that's way better than pulling an all-nighter: An all-dayer. Old habits are hard to kick, and my father's nangry (nag + angry) voice continues to reverberate off the walls of my brick of a brain. I don't know but I've been so pained lately. You can just talk about something like, pillows, and it'll make me cry. And like, there's something about a new perspective that's pretty enthralling. Like I used to think Nickelback was like mad cliche, until that night in the car when Far Away started playing and it was like, "I LOVEE YOUUUUU, I'VE LOVED YOU ALL ALONG... I MISS YOU, FROM FAR AWAY FOR FAR TOO LONG.." And I was like, omg, this is a love song. If I was back home I'd totally turn it up as I zooooom down that stretch along Kallang Stadium. The thought of driving literally brings tears to my eyes now. And for some reason Owl City really pisses me off, especially in the mornings. Retarded trippy electronic whatever pfftttttt. Omg I hope it never stops raining. I could do with a little Noah's Ark now.
tried to hunch; 7:40 AM
Mother ass funny. Three thumbs up for Perez! I don't know why but HW, I thought of you while reading it, probably because you're my only other friend who reads Perez Hilton and Xiaxue (I don't lah but I saw her wedding photos) and you'd probably say something like that about someone like KStew, like the guy who always wears socks. Hahahaha.