The space between.

And when the lights all went out

we watched our lives on the screen

I hate the ending myself

But it started with an alright scene.

It's awesome kickass whacked out shit -

I got 19 -2 = 17 points for prelims L1R5.

[And if you think that's bad,

compare it to the alternative : The 32 points I got for midyears]

YAY :D

*

Skipping chinese to explore

the wild unknowns of

our school's bathrooms.

Ipod tomorrow, and movie night?

She's got machine gun eyes.

And you were standing

On the hood of the car

Singing out loud

When the sun came up

I keep reading Chuck Palahniuk and scaring myself shitless.

It's awesomeness.

And three and a half minutes

felt like a lifetime.

*

IamshamelessIamshamelessohsoshamelessme.

But you love me, yeah?

BIRTHDAY WISHES:

*The entire discography of The Starting Line, The White Stripes & The Foo Fighters [except for In Your Honour, which I own.] anddd 110979164917 million other bands D:

*Lip Piercing

*Headphones

*Terrainium [From InQBox from Parkway?]

*Gift card to HMV/Borders/Kinokuniya/something of the like

*The black glittery ringbound lined notebook from Prints

*Lava Lamp

*Doc Martens

*The ULTIMATE Hitchhiker's Guide by Douglas Adams [with the gold pages. drool]

*Entire box-set of LOST [Season 1 & 2]

*Subscription to Nylon/First

And probably some other stuff that you can't buy me.

*
Are you sitting in the lights?

All those who oppose us are mad.

I'm impossible to forget, but I'm hard to remember.

Drew: And who says we have to listen to 'them' ?

Claire: *They* do!

I bought an Elizabethtown poster and

wondered why it left me feeling strange.

It's gorgeous too of course.

You said you wanted a Claire, and you said

you found her.

I'm going to miss your lips.

And everything attached to them.

*

I headed to the usual place

for the unusual task of

studying.

After Lydia and Lifen left,

I stayed behind sampling ceedees at

the listening booths while reading

back issues of Kerrang! and Spin

only to realise that I had

nearly abandoned Macbeth completely!

And A Sense of Belonging is screwed like a whore,

I want to die.

*

SEX,

DRUGS,

and ROCK AND ROLL.

Plastic Fantastic.

This burning heart is getting old.
It's getting old.

But I'm still waiting for you to say that you hate me now.

We were tucked away in our little corner.

I ate a variety of different things, ignoring the fact that my

tastebuds have gone on a little holiday during the time

that my nose and throat have decided to start acting up.

The bongos made me feel iffy.

We lay back on the Esplanade Rooftop and kicked

our legs in the air.

We rode rollercoasters and bumper cars at fuzzy chairs.

C is for Clara, the constant.

She makes me feel better, like a familiar landmark.

T is Taina, the variable.

Who at the current moment is unsure of her place

in the equation.

[The last picture is me posing like Zoe.]

[Zoe is the miniscule orange particle on the floor.]

Falling out of love at this volume.

Funeral For A Friend
with Beatbeat and her lovely free tickets, haha!

I admit, I pictured it differently.
My mind is like the Infinite Improbability Drive.

[Clara: I want a Babel Fish!]

Some people I want to sucker punch,

and others I want to hug.

I rub my random bruises and remember

when gigs meant more to me.

A song can still make me feel so many things,

at least I still have that.

Mosh like you mean it.

Or just don't at all.

Because first and foremost,

it's about the music right?

Beat and Tai: DONG WHAT THE FUCK
ARE YOU WEARING?

I liked sitting in the back of the glass pavilion,

where you can see the second floor backstage.

I liked waving calmly and them waving energetically back :D

I hateeeee certain 987 deejays. *scowls*

*

Cramming Biology on Sunday

with Clara and ShiangNee at

the Esplanade Library Project Room

and Hong Kong Cafe!

I so miss last year when I was the one

goofing off and you were the ones flipping.

Funny, huh?

And yeah, I think we were happy[ier].

A year and a complete change.

A complete change of heart?

*

I want Flower Show Riots.

You hold me down.

Save for a few of those late night episodes

Missed opportunities and "I Don't Care"s

There's not a lot that I feel obliged to share or talk about.

You're the echoes of my everything

You're the emptiness the whole world sings at night.

You're the laziness of afternoon

You're the reason why I burst and why I bloom.

You're the leaky sink of sentiment

You're the failed attempts I never could forget.

You're the metaphors I can't create

to comprehend this curse that I call love.

It's hard to comprehend that

somewhere out there

you just go right on

existing.

*

This is my riot girl, Lydia Liao.

We share late night studying sessions

[this one didn't make it past 1 am]

and a love for fully charged ipods.

*

How will I break the news to you?

10 Scene Points to the Winner.

And paper cuts and bloody hands.
In the middle they would meet.

As the sun sets

we push and pull apart

On battlefields

enough for this to end.

It's enough for me to cry.

These nights that remind me of those nights.

I know that we can never go back, and I hate the fact

that we'll all grow old.

Remember how we swore we'd die before it'd happen?

I hate how I look for you around every corner.

We milk this homeless kid look for all it's worth.

Sushi, dumplings and honey glazed chicken one day.

[THAT'S THE BUTT, WATCH IT!]

And then doughnuts for dinner the next.

I give up on this optimistic shit.

I'm studying like it'll save my life,

like maybe it would make me forget that

I'm not happy.

As don't Always Actually mean Awesome.

I think we all just don't want to be alone.

I feel so

Arthur shook his head and sat down.

He looked up.

"I thought you must be dead..." he said simply.

"So did I for a while," said Ford,

"and then I decided I was a lemon for a couple of weeks.

I kept myself amused all that time jumping in and out of a gin and tonic."

*

Clara and I say we love our wonderfully

greatly dysfunctional

fucked up and down

little group of

awesome friends.