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Indecisive Weather
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Look up.
Look far.
The sky remains the intermediate between raining and shining. Sometimes the intermediate is the best. It's not too inconvenient. I mean, if the weather's too hot then everyone will get so restless and annoying. If the weather's rainy then... well.. everyone will get so restless and annoying too.
\\\so hard to put it in words.....///
long lost friends lost, and found..
fallen in, fallen out.
before we knew it.
missed a call, had to call...
yet so hard to put it in words...
and I can't type more because I need to submit the stupid NYAA. grrr. continue later.
SEE YA!
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Thursday, May 25, 2006
Thursday, May 18, 2006
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yme
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allow me to play one last game with you..
it'll be my very last, i promise.
and kindly allow me to finish what i have to say. today.
'birds taught me to fly
love taught me to lie
life taught me to die...'
familiar?
hah. maybe not.
keeping my composure.
it's really the period.
really. really.
yme.
i've to learn this. sorry, yet to.
see how the sky clears after rain...
how the mist disappears off the glass...
how the mud goes with the tissue...
how the paint goes with the thinner...
taking my time.
it's probably cool to fly.
it's probably cool to lie.
it's probably cool to die.
why?
why not?
like some freak who can never understand differentiation. (much less integration)... if you don't get it then forget it.
get it?
s.o.y.m.e.?
all the literature goes into the waste paper basket.
literally. all the music goes out of the ears.
all the words you've ever heard, all the laughs you've ever had...
has gone out the window...
maybe you'll look out of my window one day..
even throw yourself out of my window
you'll be safe
cos all those trash will protect you
cradle you
lands you on both your feet
and they'll be gone. for good.
temporal stagnance
then the river continues.
well as they say, it happens.
what 'first of all'?
'first of all'?
since when there was a 'first of all'?
HAHA YOU LIED.
no. wait. maybe not.
lost tonight! lost. no, i mean, LOST. The LOST.
wouldn't miss it for the world.
but when it's the world...
i stare at it, it merely stares back at me.
how cooperative, how instinctive.
then when it makes a movement you rise.
then when it makes a movement you rise and walk away.
then when it makes a movement you rise and walk away and pause.
then when it makes a movement you rise and walk away and pause and you RUN BACK.
do you get it? cos if you don't, then forget it.
get it?
i'm sorry if i'm talking to you like you're dumb, but i don't deny the truth.
it's just like eating durian for the first time. you had to take some time to get used to the taste. (though till now i still don't like it)
thanks for encouraging me.
it's been a wonder. at least for me.
it's been miserable. at least for me.
i can't believe i allowed it. but shrugs, who cares?
haha. let me guess.
I care.
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yme
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allow me to play one last game with you..
it'll be my very last, i promise.
and kindly allow me to finish what i have to say. today.
'birds taught me to fly
love taught me to lie
life taught me to die...'
familiar?
hah. maybe not.
keeping my composure.
it's really the period.
really. really.
yme.
i've to learn this. sorry, yet to.
see how the sky clears after rain...
how the mist disappears off the glass...
how the mud goes with the tissue...
how the paint goes with the thinner...
taking my time.
it's probably cool to fly.
it's probably cool to lie.
it's probably cool to die.
why?
why not?
like some freak who can never understand differentiation. (much less integration)... if you don't get it then forget it.
get it?
s.o.y.m.e.?
all the literature goes into the waste paper basket.
literally. all the music goes out of the ears.
all the words you've ever heard, all the laughs you've ever had...
has gone out the window...
maybe you'll look out of my window one day..
even throw yourself out of my window
you'll be safe
cos all those trash will protect you
cradle you
lands you on both your feet
and they'll be gone. for good.
temporal stagnance
then the river continues.
well as they say, it happens.
what 'first of all'?
'first of all'?
since when there was a 'first of all'?
HAHA YOU LIED.
no. wait. maybe not.
lost tonight! lost. no, i mean, LOST. The LOST.
wouldn't miss it for the world.
but when it's the world...
i stare at it, it merely stares back at me.
how cooperative, how instinctive.
then when it makes a movement you rise.
then when it makes a movement you rise and walk away.
then when it makes a movement you rise and walk away and pause.
then when it makes a movement you rise and walk away and pause and you RUN BACK.
do you get it? cos if you don't, then forget it.
get it?
i'm sorry if i'm talking to you like you're dumb, but i don't deny the truth.
it's just like eating durian for the first time. you had to take some time to get used to the taste. (though till now i still don't like it)
thanks for encouraging me.
it's been a wonder. at least for me.
it's been miserable. at least for me.
i can't believe i allowed it. but shrugs, who cares?
haha. let me guess.
I care.
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Wednesday, May 17, 2006
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Yield. Undivided Attention.
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The train leaves at 6.15pm. It was already 6.13pm.
I had to hurry if I wanted to catch the train to USA, where I'll be taking a flight to Italy. To catch the opening match.
Sheesh. Stall time, stall. touche, touche.
I was in Malaysia. In some apartment where I was with Dad. We were looking at old photographs together. Mom brought us there. It was a long trip and we had to stop for food along the way. There was an eatery where I badly wanted the pratas but the shopkeeper stubbornly wouldn't sell them to me. My brother and I browsed through the books at the shops but I couldn't remember much.
how i missed you.
I promptly packed my luggage for my singular-form journey. My Italia Adidas sling bag and 2 lame paper bags. Winter clothing. Gloves. Food. Diaries. My brother was supposed to go with me but he took the earlier flight. Careful, lil bro.
I met some foreign guy. Australian, I think. Aussie slang. He offered to take me to the train station in Johor in his car... but something told me to decline. Then as I walked out of the hotel, mum and grandma rushed towards me and waited for my brother to appear. But I told them that he had already taken the earlier flight, and I would be meeting him in Italy. By the time we said goodbye and I bit back tears, it was getting late and I had to go catch my train.
I waved for a cab but there were none. So I walked down the lame road alone, where there stood a boutique on its own. I decided to take a quick peek. The salesgirl recommended some $15 miniskirts to me. I told her politely I'd consider. When I stepped out of the shop there were taxis and I quickly hopped into one. The driver, and behind him his wife. I showed him my train ticket so that he would know which direction to take.
6.13pm. Two crucial minutes before my opportunity of a lifetime passes. Two freakin minutes...
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Yield. Undivided Attention.
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The train leaves at 6.15pm. It was already 6.13pm.
I had to hurry if I wanted to catch the train to USA, where I'll be taking a flight to Italy. To catch the opening match.
Sheesh. Stall time, stall. touche, touche.
I was in Malaysia. In some apartment where I was with Dad. We were looking at old photographs together. Mom brought us there. It was a long trip and we had to stop for food along the way. There was an eatery where I badly wanted the pratas but the shopkeeper stubbornly wouldn't sell them to me. My brother and I browsed through the books at the shops but I couldn't remember much.
how i missed you.
I promptly packed my luggage for my singular-form journey. My Italia Adidas sling bag and 2 lame paper bags. Winter clothing. Gloves. Food. Diaries. My brother was supposed to go with me but he took the earlier flight. Careful, lil bro.
I met some foreign guy. Australian, I think. Aussie slang. He offered to take me to the train station in Johor in his car... but something told me to decline. Then as I walked out of the hotel, mum and grandma rushed towards me and waited for my brother to appear. But I told them that he had already taken the earlier flight, and I would be meeting him in Italy. By the time we said goodbye and I bit back tears, it was getting late and I had to go catch my train.
I waved for a cab but there were none. So I walked down the lame road alone, where there stood a boutique on its own. I decided to take a quick peek. The salesgirl recommended some $15 miniskirts to me. I told her politely I'd consider. When I stepped out of the shop there were taxis and I quickly hopped into one. The driver, and behind him his wife. I showed him my train ticket so that he would know which direction to take.
6.13pm. Two crucial minutes before my opportunity of a lifetime passes. Two freakin minutes...
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