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Monday, November 23, 2009
With a sigh and a cup of coffee. Time to coordinate my thoughts again in a way that no one but I can understand. Awesome, it feels so exclusive. :D Nah, you know I love you people. (: How can a heart be so evil; of double faces and star-crossed lovers winding paths that never seem to cross or perhaps, get entangled in the wrong way But then again, there never is a right way Clandestine? So dark and profound Stab yourself in the heart for shattering this stillness; Beneath this silence, Listen; there's more to it than you think, this mellifluous voice (is it yours?) oddly beautiful, it sings a golden tune It haunts, draws a deep fear from within me No don't stop, let it last for as long as I breathe Such whimsicality, erratic shards of a human mind Do you see what I see? Or perhaps it's just me; Like still frames in a polaroid camera Frozen smiles and eyes that used to dazzle Living in this dream of mine A silent reverie Of sunkissed memories and the wind's sweet caress Nothing more and nothing less I'm holding on; can I? Though there's nothing in the end They call it dawn, but no, to me it's an eclipse Or perhaps just the setting sun It's getting darker now, are we reaching the end of it all? The hourglass - tilt it once again, back to the beginning. I see grazed knees; droplets of blood along the tarmac. Yes, it's worth it. Oh feels so good to get these thoughts out. Wanted a new space but, I'm guessing I'm lacking in originality because all the nice names I thought of have already been taken. Shall stick to this space for now. Sunday, November 22, 2009
Goodnight. Just because I'm silent doesn't mean I have nothing to say. Just because I smile doesn't mean I'm fine all the way. Just because I'm always there doesn't mean you don't need to care. Just because my eyes are dry doesn't mean I don't ever cry. Just because... Just because. Even the toughest lilies wither someday. So why can't I. Saturday, November 21, 2009
puffs and fluff I think I have a right to ramble so I shall. :) It keeps me sane, even if you may think it's a reflection of my insanity. Oh what irony. Round and round my head keeps spinning. I can't stop thinking about the skies and sand and everything else; and if you think I don't make sense, That I speak in rhymes and little riddles that lead to nowhere That I ramble without ever reaching a conclusion That nothing leads to anything and anything can be everything... and yes I'm not making sense; Yet I am, too, just that I don't feel it and you don't know it, Because you don't know a thing, And no it's not your fault because that's just how it is; It's still beautiful, oh yes very; I bet you're lost once again in this fleeting memory, Oh how they pass us by, every little moment. Special, sweet; but no it's not for me to keep; Or perhaps it is, I haven't gotten round to thinking about that yet, But I'm pretty much alone in my thoughts right now; It's a busy place, all the hustle and bustle. I wonder if the lights will turn on soon, Then perhaps everything will come to an end And I'll see it clearly for once, perhaps there'll be signs and maps and directions And maybe someone nice will lead the way amongst the thorny bushes (oh did I mention I love champagne roses?) Yes what a beautifully mystifying world Where everyone's speaking and listening but never truly understanding And just because I let my thoughts flow, I find myself enclosed in this weird little space Not very comfy but good enough; I'd like a little sip of what you're having See the world from your point of view, and maybe, see me from it too I don't see any footprints on your side; Just a shadow, a faint one indeed. And I wonder again. Just because. Instead of focusing on finals, I'm constantly racking my brain, pondering over irrelevant issues.
STOP IT. I do love to think of velvet skies and dreamy meadows. Fluff in my hair and sunshine smiles. But most of all, I like to think of lovely ones and breezy summers and popsicles and little pecks on my cheek. Come to think of it, if only they were more than dreams. will you dream a little dream of me? :) Tuesday, November 17, 2009
And... Thursday, November 12, 2009
Goodnight. Will the memories be a shadow that'll follow me around? Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Little puffs in the sky I lost my earpiece. :( It's horrid having no music. :( Anyway. I quite like this: So let it be and let it go, there's nothing left for you to hold. a little dream, a sacred song a tune that no one else beholds; Left deep within the faded mist, unspoken words; a sin, it creeps upon the soul that never had the chance to savour freedom's kiss. p.s. I wish I was a better person. Little puffs up in the sky, won't you tell me why oh why. =) Tuesday, November 10, 2009
With a great big kick.
I can't seem to get rid of the lingering aftertaste of the Portobello Melt. I think I won't be eating that for the next two months, at the very least. :( Supposed to have been studying for the past two hours or so, but all I've been doing is napping at intervals (I blame the awfully soft cushions and the couch; I love such soft couches, they're such waterbed wannabes. I like.) or nibbling at the portobellow melt (thank god, finally done with that) or surfing the net. That's not very good, given that exams are coming very very very soon. Gwen's setting a really good example, she's been hard at work for ages. Her head seems to be permanently bent over that pile of notes. Why oh why am I not feeling that strength of her influence? Come on, feel the fear. Yes I ought to feel the worry creeping up on me like little vines, entangling their claw-like thorns around my stubborn hands and ripping my useless brain into shreds of dull, grey matter. What's with the visual imagery - sorry. After effects of forcing the portobello down my inflating tummy. Ashwin just popped by to share some groundbreaking news that left me with my eyes wide open. Yes, as wide as they can ever be despite their minute size. But I have to say I'm not exactly surprised... at least, it's not something that'll have me going, "Oh that cannot be!" It's currently 3:13pm. which means I've just spent the past four hours doing nothing productive at all. Okay I'm gonna take the very first major step in my life today. I'm going to submit this entry, feel highly motivated, take a deep breath of fresh air (as fresh as you can get in this cold dreary building), hug my businesslaw textbook, head over to the library and proceed to channel my inner mugger for the next eight hours. And I'm gonna make sure I'll mug with a smile. Yes. That sounds like an awfully good plan. Now, I just have to make sure I carry it out. You can do this! ---> Self note to self. Keep the faith. (: Numbers ain't sexy.
I need to stop stuffing myself. The problem with food therapy is that, albeit highly therapeutic, it's actually adding sin to sin and doesn't do much good in the long run. How ironic is it that I'm typing all this while taking furtive glances at the box of cheese fries right beside me. Yes I'm in stats class; is it even any wonder that I can't seem to focus on what the prof is saying? Don't understand what's with all those numbers and symbols and lines... There's a reason why humanity turned to the oh-so-common english language as the main mode of communication - precisely because learned men and women of all ages have come to realise that numbers and symbols don't make much sense. And that they definitely are not of much aid when it comes to explaining theories or approaches. Alright, that's total rubbish but yeah, I stick to that highly opinionated point of view. At least it justifies my decision to turn a blind eye, no, two blind eyes to the highly confusing screen right before me. SSE SSR SYX SST homoscedascity what on earth are you talking about. My fries are communicating so much better with me than those odd mix of letters. Oh my mind is a messy place to be. I wish I wasn't in there. The unknown guy beside me, I assume he's been my module mate for the past three months despite looking highly unfamiliar, is currently sleeping. That's nice. I prefer this phase of his better as compared to the previous one which had him sneezing in fits. Thanks to him, I couldn't bring myself to touch my otherwise highly tempting (now highly contaminated) coffee and had to buy another during break. Oh, I think we're supposed to do questions now. Great, yet another blank page on my part. Blank pages can be a good thing though. The last time I tried to fill up the page with whatever rambling nonsense I could think of... I was pretty sure those dead and gone mathematicians were just that close to stepping out of their muddy graves and flagging down some ship over to singapore, just to hunt me down for mutilating their theories. Can't believe I just dedicated an entire post to statistics. Oh yes, that's the most I can bring myself to do for you, dear statistics. Now, let me get back to the burning romance I share with my blank question paper. Monday, November 09, 2009
This is what AS is all about.
It's been ages since I last came up with an entry. To summarize, it's been a mix of extremes so far. Awesomeness in terms of certain people I've got around me and the lifestyle. The direct opposite when it comes to deadlines and insane projects. Been breathing stale library air almost every single day for the past god-knows-how-long, all thanks to the constant flow of presentations and project reports and what have you. Exams coming soon and I'm still lagging far behind, content wise. Never fully recovered from sitting out on the six sudden chapters that KWWBC covered in the one single class that I chose to skip. Everytime I think about my sad pathetic state in this class, I feel this insane need to wring my hands around Sean's neck. Should never have relied on his theory back then. Haha. Will probably start updating more once the semester's over. Just a mental note to myself: Things to blog about once I'm free/ feeling less like a lazy slob... My birthday. Tiffie's birthday. Sean's birthday. Gwen's birthday. Random pie moments. My take on my oh-so-lovable ltb team. Emix moments. And lots of other stuff - yes two months worth of life or lack of it. It's true what Tiff said, pie birthdays seem to be modules. The most time consuming and effort-sucking (sorry, kinda braindead, I can't seem to come up with any form of description that's more refined) module out of all. Yet undoubtedly the most enjoyable and satisfying. Hmm. 44 birthdays in 4 years. Well, I guess that's why we have to take CT. Hopefully pie birthdays will actually give us an avenue to unleash whatever we've learned through CT. not that I've learned much. But CT-based whining shall be saved for another day. I think I've worn out my pies' ears with my constant complaints about CT. *I kinda feel a little sorry for the current presenter, she's gotten stuck quite a few times. Stage fright, maybe? Poor dear. Can't wait to screme with the pies this coming friday. Go Yelyn, rock the house down, oh yeah. :) Oh my god, Abhi actually understood the highly intellectual, insanely controversial, debate that just took place throughout the past hour. I'm in awe. My brain feels just as empty as it was when I first stepped into class. I foresee it staying empty for the next three hours. |
Looking Inside
I'm standing, a solitary person in a spinning world infused with paradoxes and secrets which lay beyond my ability to comprehend, whereby every passing person is simply another precious mannequin, each beholding their own unique beauty.But that was a thing of the past. I'm no longer standing alone in this swirling mist of life; you're here with me now. And that, is all I need to make everything right. A Piece Of Me
Amanda.Shopping, eating and dancing make my day. I totally believe in self-indulgence. :) And I think I'm a pretty complicated person. Say it. Pieces
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