and i wonder what's going on through your mind as you eat your dinner with the chatter and laughter going on round you with the moon and stars bright overhead

would you be thinking of me?

Somewhere Out There
written by James Horner, Barry Mann, Cynthia Weil

Somewhere out there beneath the pale moonlight
Someone's thinking of me and loving me tonight
Somewhere out there someone's saying a prayer
That we'll find one another in that big somewhere out there

And even though I know how very far apart we are
It helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star
And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby
It helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky

Somewhere out there if love can see us through
Then we'll be together somewhere out there
Out where dreams come true

And even though I know how very far apart we are
It helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star
And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby
It helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky

Somewhere out there if love can see us through
Then we'll be together somewhere out there
Out where dreams come true

are you?

if only we could share tonight's full moon
if only we could have tonight's walk back
if only we could have tonight's conversation and stars

but i just had to leave early

Wreck
by Adrienne Rich

First having read the book of myths,
and loaded the camera,
and checked the edge of the knife-blade,
I put on
the body-armor of black rubber
the absurd flippers
the grave and awkward mask.
I am having to do this
not like Cousteau with his
assiduous team
aboard the sun-flooded schooner
but here alone.

I go down.
Rung after rung and still
the oxygen immerses me
the blue light
the clear atoms
of our human air.
I go down.
My flippers cripple me,
I crawl like an insect down the ladder
and there is no one
to tell me when the ocean
will begin.

First the air is blue and then
it is bluer and then green and then
black I am blacking out and yet
my mask is powerful
it pumps my blood with power
the sea is another story
the sea is not a question of power
I have to learn alone
to turn my body without force
in the deep element.

I came to explore the wreck.
The words are purposes.
The words are maps.
I came to see the damage that was done
and the treasures that prevail.
I stroke the beam of my lamp
slowly along the flank
of something more permanent
than fish or weed

the thing I came for:
the wreck and not the story of the wreck
the thing itself and not the myth
the drowned face always staring
toward the sun
the evidence of damage
worn by salt and away into this threadbare beauty
the ribs of the disaster
curving their assertion
among the tentative haunters.

This is the place.
And I am here, the mermaid whose dark hair
streams black, the merman in his armored body.
We circle silently
about the wreck
we dive into the hold.
I am she: I am he

whose drowned face sleeps with open eyes
whose breasts still bear the stress
whose silver, copper, vermeil cargo lies
obscurely inside barrels
half-wedged and left to rot
we are the half-destroyed instruments
that once held to a course
the water-eaten log
the fouled compass

We are, I am, you are
by cowardice or courage
the one who find our way
back to this scene
carrying a knife, a camera
a book of myths
in which
our names do not appear.

making my dream come true

Hey there Delilah
What's it like in New York City?
I'm a thousand miles away
But girl tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do
Times Square can't shine as bright as you
I swear it's true

Hey there Delilah
Don't you worry about the distance
I'm right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice it's my disguise
I'm by your side

Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me

Hey there Delilah
I know times are getting hard
But just believe me girl
Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar
We'll have it good
We'll have the life we knew we would
My word is good

Hey there Delilah
I've got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to you
Would take your breath away
I'd write it all
Even more in love with me you'd fall
We'd have it all

Oh it's what you do to me
Oh its what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me

A thousand miles seems pretty far
But they've got planes and trains and cars
I'd walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
and we'll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this way
Delilah I can promise you
That by the time we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you're to blame

Hey there Delilah
You be good and don't you miss me
Two more years and you'll be done with school
And I'll be making history like I do
You know it's all because of you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there Delilah here's to you
This ones for you

Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me.

and i just simply love it whenever you take up the guitar and start to sing
and i shall shut up before my feelings and thoughts break its floodgates and flood this blog(:

second night
and counting

i wonder what tomorrow will bring(:

<3

guess that's all i need to say?

cos you're my wonderwall

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maybe you're not who i think you are
maybe i've been unfair to you and imposed my own expectations upon you
maybe there simply was nothing

or maybe it was all just one big joke

"everyone dreams of a beautiful relationship, i just dreamt too hard"

and i suddenly realise that i have no one whom i can really talk to
no one whom i can really share my feelings with, my fears, my thoughts

since when have i become so guarded?

or maybe it's simply the realisation that one can never trust others too much
is that called maturation?

cos i'll rather stay immature then
at least i won't be in such a lonely place

oh no!

i just realised that i forgot about reuben in the post on saturday. oops. heh.
sorry papaya!!>.<

so thank you papaya for all your little cute actions and just being yourself. you're such a papaya! heehee. love you loads! though i know who you love more. (:

anyway i think it's quite sad then when i see that no one from choir is online i have this sudden urge to go offline.
whatever happened to my class spirit?
sigh

"Wanna see my masterpiece? Close ur eyes & u'll see it ;)"

oh and ka-jie's sobbing her heart out in her room now cos she thinks she's been victimised

LOL

oh my goodness
just now was like super hilarious

anyway i love the choir peeps

thanks so much for injecting fun and laughter into my life when i needed it most and helping me to find myself even if yall didn't realise it

thank you elizabeth for being you silly self
thank you ian for just being there and being such a gentleman
thank you isabelle for your spastic bimsoh ways and eating hokkien mee with satay sticks!(x
thank you keith for being oh so lame and gl and always talking nonsense with me. cowpig!(:
thank you may for always looking and out for me and listening to me
thank you melody for being such a pig with me and going high and singing grease!
thank you sherwin for being such a silly girl and lao chai person! hahaha. you never fail to make me laugh no matter what random thoughts appear in my head
thank you sophia for being such a dear and singing hairspray with me and dancing! even though you really didn't want to
thank you xianhui for being such a cute, charming little girl and always being there for me

love all of you to bits
thanks so much for today<3

this is just so sad
you seem to derive pleasure from insulting me and putting me down
are you really all that shallow?

and i thought we could be friends

i don't care anymore
say whatever you like
i'm moving on

i'm just very happy for you darling
sistas forever(:

rhoda
3o1o91
nus

fashion-amour

love(:

maybe next time when i'm strong enough(:

none for the moment