She would ask you to remember.

To write love on her arms.
I am thinking of letting You.

Because maybe, just maybe, deep down inside I believe that I can.
It's like... a random epiphany of sorts, in front of my computer on a thursday night.

I'm confused.
What now?

Goody, like two shoes

The hand of my clock strikes two
In times when I got the best of you
We made promises we couldn't keep
And every night we couldn't sleep.

I'm feeling strangely hopeful.
Maybe things will turn around and I'll be back at the top of the
ferris wheel again.
I've been sitting here at the ground for awhile,
rocking the carriage around and letting my toes skim the grass.

I didn't know why, but didn't ask questions
Because it was the first time in my life
Yeah, the first time in my life
Where I did something right.

Sure, it could be nice, down here on the ground.

You can see the people milling around the fairgrounds,

and smell the cotton candy and popcorn.

And hear the laughter.

But then you wonder what you're doing alone in your carriage, looking dumb.

Take me away, take me to the top.

You pick me apart
While I search for witty things to say (In my defense)
"You'll never amount to anything anyway"
(Don't press your luck, don't press your luck)

And then the ride starts, all herky jerky, and you nearly lose your shoes.
You grab the rail as your heartbeat and the ferris wheel slows.

And then your breath catches in your throat because it's so beautiful.

More beautiful than you remembered.

Take a mental snapshot, it'll last better than any picture.

And think that I'm impressed with your one night stands
And your contagious kiss
I'm trying to get this right
Yeah, cause I'm ridiculous like that

And you know you don't have forever.

But you just may have one more shot.

I set myself up for the greatest fall of all time

*

They printed the letter, but I look dumb next to Melissa Ho Hui Ting (Miss) and her formidable vocabulary.

Today was AhLianxZz and old people, and attempted studying and back copies of Rolling Stone in a cosy corner with the lovely Clara Lock.

It's back to the shithole tomorrow.

But I've crawled home from worse than this

End this now, we've gone too far
Let's take back words that turn to scars
If I could find a way to turn back time
Had to let you know I'm on your side

Insert unglam Qixuan, over-excited Joy and an afternoon of Dong Hae [and studying] with Celeste and you have Taina minus thought.

Not thinking is good. Numb is good. Because seriously, thinking for me just consists of thinking of you.

The fact that I don't know anything about you anymore scares me and makes me really sad.

Imissyouimissyouimissyouimissyou.

It's like a mantra, isn't it?

The fringe has been cut, snipped, done away with, as per your demand request.
Thank you for making my friday suck worse than I ever thought it could.

Hello lovely, why do you look so sad?

Maybe because you're gone
and I'm losing my head


I'd like to waste away my time with you.
*

I dance in my seat and throw scrunched up paper around.
Ican'thearwhatyou'resaying, what what what?
The ink has smudged, my hair's a mess, I can't remember.
We aren't skilled in skipping, so we just attend, but we're already gone.
Gone.
It's nice being distracted sometimes.

*
Hahaha, let's all laugh at Mervyn Lee, 17.
He has a funny quote in the newspaper.
But don't laugh too loud, because he may just go off in a corner to slit his wrists and write bad poetry, oh my!

5 months and one

I wish that all the love I get from you guys would tide me over a couple of days at least, but when the keys turn in the lock, I kick my shoes off and drop my bag


the silence is so loud in my ears.
Am I lonely or just alone?
I feel lost in the scuffle.
I need you back, please.



I just want to die sometimes.

I WANT TO SAVE YOU.

I got a first class ticket to a night all alone
And a front row seat up right by the phone
Cause you're always on my mind
And I'm running out of time

I want to save you.
Come on, let me.

Sayonara Supergirl

Boots and blah! and Jon Chan and fuzzy chairs and rolling around on the Esplanade walkway floor and OH MY FUCK, IT'S 11.47 pm, WE HAVE TO RUN FOR THE LAST TRAIN HOME.

And you, out of the corner of my eye, and beyond all that fringe.

Eva: And you and me and Celeste, we are best friends. And we play country eraser and freeze and we laugh together at Celeste's small shirt.

Keep this kingdom free of hassle

Look at what you've found, I'm falling down

Maybe you would like some substance, someone provocative and talkative.

I may not be as shallow as a shower but I am full of frivolity and awkward silences,

rash actions and un-thought through words,

wildly flailing limbs which probably will result in bruised shins and knees,

and lyrics written in marker all over your arms.

I am a trainwreck.

I save everything I remember of you in a corner of my heart, to take out on nights when sleep's a long way off.

And say I tell you how I feel.

Would anything change?

Time to go

And I watched you traipse past me.
Turn around, turn around,
turnaroundturnaroundturnaroundTURNAROUND.
Mentally willing things to happen doesn't work anymore.

It hurts not as much as it could have, and not as much as it might.
Soon.
I don't know anymore, I really don't.

And it reminds me of something.
She shrugged.
"You just have to know. Memorise it I guess, the precipitates formed...the colour of the solutions and stuff."
And I asked her, but why? Why does this, this, and this happen?
Is there even a reason?
"No, that's just the way it is."

My confusion towards Chemistry has spread over to you.
Why does this, this, and this happen?
Is there even a reason?
No, that's just the way it is.

We were never anything special, or anything else.
So there's nothing to go back to.
What are we, really?

You can't stand to see me shaking.

I really wonder why we aren't like normal kids sometimes.
Oh well, it's much more fun this way.
*
Don't cry.
It's not for forever and always.

Keep dreaming upside down

Do you hold the phone when you're alone

Imagine that it rings then hold it to your ear

And wish that I was there to sing you off to sleep

Be with you in your dreams for the days I will be gone

I'll be there in your dreams and in this song

Which way is up anyway?

The lines that define you blur and fade at the edges.

Everything's out of focus, there's a weird burst of colour and sunlight and all I'm left with is your smile.

You get closer and closer and closer and then you're gone.

The reel spins its last round and the lights go up.

I could use a sequel.

Don't you want to know what happens next?

She's the blade and you're just paper

You can only stagger

The first thing you did when you saw me was hand me an orange bacardi breezer.

I got high in a "KORNER WITH A K" in Kovan mall, the aH LiaNZZxZ WorRHzZ hangout.

Everyone glances at the sliver of skin exposed between the bottom of my Blink tee and my jeans because you can see a pair of robot feet there, oh no.

Yes mom, I'll ... wash it off as soon as I can.

My fashion adviser says he isn't gay enough for the job.

But apparently enough so to be my crisis buddy! :D

He says he is asexual.

Like a plant?

*

When the kids were DANCE, DANCE-ing the night away to those sexy boys up there last night, I was spending the night in front of my teevee with the sexy boys below.

Okay I am still a bit upset, no Pete Wentz and Patrick Stump for me.

Thanks, You're the Best

When you go away I get so low

Like temperatures when they're at their coldest

What is it about being in love that makes you want to write bad poetry and spend every waking moment thinking about that person?

What is it about being out of love that makes you want to write bad poetry and spend every waking moment thinking about that person?

I don't know how to tell you this but I think doing things this way could possibly just make me fall in love with you even more.

You put up possibilities but that's all they'll ever be for a long time coming I guess.

It hurts when you're not there always and then I remember: You don't need to be anymore.

*

Qi Xuan replaces Pete Wentz and Patrick Stump:

there are no condoms for the heart says:
DANCE DANCE DANCE *in singapore accent*
there are no condoms for the heart says:
DANCE DANCE DANCE
there are no condoms for the heart says:
DANCE LAR

Hey Unloving, I will love you

X This is my heart.
The Man : So where do you want it?
The Woman: Well, her ankle of course! Where else?
BeatBeat: X This is my heart! *smiles happily*

*
Stare at the wall and hold in your breath.
Count to ten, you can do it.
Okay maybe you'll need another ten counts.
It's only a needle, it's not your heart breaking.

Okay let out that breath.
Pain is your friend when you want to tell people that Robots are cooler than them, or provide directions to your heart.



Yes, this!
But guess where!
:D