i know i'm really being stupid
but sometimes i just feel a twinge of jealousy when i see her talking so freely to you
like omg why am i feeling this way?
really should stop it
and somehow may's words about her will just ring in my head whenever i see yall together
but i really should stop being such a pokk

yin ling made her choice
and so did i.
stepped onto the path of no return
as we followed the wrong god home,
she in front, and i behind.
her fate came first -
in a burst of flame, lighting up the sky,
a plume of hope.
and i, wait eagerly to follow
with a smile upon my face.

inspiration from Following the Wrong God Home by Catherine Lim

2nd night spent with you on the phone(:

can't remember being this happy for a long long time
it's almost as if we went back to before everything happened

and i'm really very thankful that we can just ignore everything and continue writing our fairytale
let's hope it'll never ever end

ever ever after..<3

When you meet the someone who was meant for you
Before two can become one there is something we must do
Do you pull each others tails?
Do you feed each other seeds?
No, there is something sweeter everybody needs

I've been dreaming of a true love's kiss
And a prince I'm hoping comes with this
That's what brings ever after-ing so happy
And that's the reason we need lips so much
For lips are the only things that touch
So to spend a life of endless bliss
Just find who you love through true love's kiss

aaaaa aaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaa
aaaaa aaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaa

Shes been dreaming of a true love's kiss
And a prince she's hoping comes with this
That's what brings ever after-ing so happy
And that's the reason we need lips so much
For lips are the only things that touch
So to spend a life of endless bliss
Just find who you love through true love's kiss

You're the fairest maid I've ever met
You were made...
...to finish your duet
And in years to come we'll reminisce
How we came to love
And grow and grow love
Since first we knew love through true love's kiss

aishiteru (:

maybe i shouldn't be so sensitive
maybe i should just give up
maybe i shouldn't keep holding on
maybe i should just walk away
maybe i should just be forgotten

old, disused well
partially hidden by the tall lallang,
constantly shrouded by a web of folklore and grandmother tales.
the children were warned never to go near
and neither curiousity nor rebellion could rouse them to
disobey.

and so it was, that the well slowly faded from the memories
of both living and dead,
like the gentle bleaching out of photographs.
one didn't even notice its absence
till the bulldozers came, ready to transform the quiet solace
of the field into yet more stacks of paper and figures.
and the groups of foreign workers stood round the forgotten memory,
in quiet awe of the reconcilation of time

dreams
are something so fragile, so delicate,
they can be crushed far more easily than
a withered rose petal. reduced
to a mere smattering of glass shards,
shards that had once caught the light of day and formed rainbows
out of the dark and grey.

why pin your hopes on the passing winds?
why throw caution away?
why follow the gods of passion?

is that flutter of heart able to withstand the onslaught of
the weapons of mortals,
mere mortals elevated to hallowed heights by life's never ending sums of
gain and loss.

view the gnarled and twisted branches
that have spread for ages,
from a time past,
from a distant paradigm.
a solitary soul, soldiering on in its quest

will i be able to approach with unfaltering steps
and whisper, "And that makes two of us"?

how nice to have a wake up call
i'm not indispensable
not that i didn't know that
just that now i know that i'm not even necessary

well, it's good that i know it now cos then it'll save me alot more brain cells as i won't need to choose anymore
the answer's there, plain and blatant for all to see
just as yours was

and i hate it that i've become such a hateful and spiteful creature

i want me back

or maybe i've always been like this

the girl who dared ask where the stars went to

i want to be like that

muddling about in life's pathway
mucking about actually

well, that seems to be the least i can do to keep afloat
though seriously i don't feel like treading water anymore (not that i actually remember how to)
probably just have enough energy to come within sight of my life buoy
would i ever be able to reach shore?

skipping pebbles along the water surface
have you ever wondered where they go after they sink?
have you ever wondered if they wanted to go where they went?
currents can be a cruel thing,
snatching away all that you want,
pushing you away from the goal that you wish for

yet, they just might be able to push you up on shore

where would life's current lead me?

cos i'm just too tired of trying
too tired to care

all i want to do is to run to you and cry
or sth

and this hunger is gnawing away at me
but there's still a long way to go
the knee-deep mud may deter and try to stop me
each step is energy consuming and suddenly i feel like just standing there and not moving
but move on, i must
for the steppe is endless

move on, i must

was reading through some of our old convos
and came across you saying that if you saw a cloud pig you'll enforce your pigginess

did you rmb that when we saw that cloud pig on the breakwater?

choir peeps are the love!

choir the whole day and i'm super tired but it was one crazy day with a whole load of fun!
first rayrin officially killed us all with his diaphragm exercises first thing in the morning at 10
my diaphragm's still aching kay. poot
then there was carolling prac where debbie came back and wowed us all with her voice
totally miss her larh. and for once the high notes weren't thin and shrieky
we're like super lousy now but we will improve! i won't stop believing and i won't stop trying(x

then it was sdd prac
kind of feel weird cos i'm only in as eliz can't make it and there wasn't any other sop2 around apart from indri that is
and i am way way lousier than eliz larh
anyway it was fun cos there was may it be and stand by me which we improvised and changed till we were practically jamming minus the instuments
super fun! hahaha
and while we were sdd-ing papaya and eliz were sitting snugly on the sofa in cr
hohoho(x

then lunch at pp where pooka was irritating ttm
had quite a nice time kicking him under the table though. hahhahaha
then borders reading snow queen and singing hsm2
then carolling!

sat in joel's car and officially became a chipmunk-.-
carolling is super fun larh
like woo~ hahahhaha
camwhored like siao and got really high with mafia bosses and menopause at superdog
then squashed into papa's car and took a weird photo to commemorate our being a can of sardines while pooka sat in front unpreturbed
lucky pig since he's the only guy
lol

and i guess the happiest thing today is that i talked to him loads
and it felt really natural, not at all forced and it was fun
really love him to bits
if only circumstances weren't like this

rhoda
3o1o91
nus

fashion-amour

love(:

maybe next time when i'm strong enough(:

none for the moment