Superstar Series #18

A 30 minutes phone call with you.
It made my day
:)

Low.

I really, suddenly, felt the need to blog. There's just this entire garbage load weighing at the core of my chest and I need to get rid of immediately. Otherwise, I shall never be able to stay happy..

Well, I don't know what's wrong with me. I just feel sunken.
Could it be because she's ignorantly on?
Could it be because I can't nail history right?
Could it be because I'm all messed up with physics?
I don't know.

Kierkegaard just makes life swirl loopier on a daily basis. But if the swirls are neatly straightened, likes can't be defined straight for it wasn't at it's initial state. But if lines aren't straight, then math would have been wrong. Theoratically, i fail balancing logic and fact.

I have none :)

"Don't think I don't know about the hair on the pillow"


- iPhone doodle; credits to blog press -

Superstar Series #17

Today was as repeated as any other day. Same things happen, bad luck repeats.. And I thought it was just another tedious day before you actually pop up in front of my eyes.

I miss you a lot, after 3 solid months.
So after all those things I said and I fathomed, I guess I was just too instinctive. Woops.

So I was running back from the hall, racing with Shu han. As we slowed down to laugh, we got up the stairs and something of this odd blue caught my eye.

I knew there wasn't anyone else who actually wears that colour (AND I pay extra attention to similar looking figures :D - which is the bigger reason why) And I immediately stopped shu han, of when I noticed she noticed too.

Well yeah, the rest are just as they are :) you gave me the BIGGEST hug ever :) that tightness in it showered all the love that we were deprived of.

But somehow, I think I have ALREADY gotten used to the way of going without you virtually. It didn't give me that much of a jerk..

Whatever it is..
You're always a superstar.. OR perhaps, superwoman :P - you and your missions..

- iPhone doodle; credits to blog press -

Inspired by Biology :)

On a rainy morning, my limbs melted in its coziness and I refuse to budge;
In a Biology class, my sight faints off and my pupils struggles for light;
In a History class, I dream warily, for she loves me, but I'm sanguine being me;
During an English lesson, conscience pushed against rationalism. Just subconsciously, I share less love in compositions;
In a Mathematics class, all I could distinguish were stars, for the magician's throne - twas ignorantly inherited;
In a Chemistry class, I get amused, quaintly quoting my teacher without being the least riveted, theoretically;

It's mundane. And twas my Monday so!

"Down to the last thought in my head.."

Superstar Series #16

It's post 301.
And I am bloggerattic :D


Nothing really symbolic about this.
But as time comes to patch things up for Editorial, I thought of the dead in deadline. It's like being dead in the date of deadline when date doesn't even exist in it, for dateline is a total different story, summing up a huge difference in comparisons with both the words.

Well, I though I should unveil those thoughts and resume work. But before that, I thought I could stop by here :D

I still remember our first lesson.
You asked us the difference between deadline and dateline.
I knew, but as usual, I shut up.

"You said darling I am tired of living my routine live.."

Our Snapshots In My Head

8th of May - Today I can't believe it's your 4th month there.

I should be happier today. After all, it's all the BBQ excitement tonight - the fun, the laughter and everything :)

But amidst all these, I had to have a thought. I had to click on my blog, I had to visit your profile and I had to just watch that video. Which is when the feelings had to move on with its all time mission, to make me feel miserable.

Those tears I shed, I couldn't dry. But now, I couldn't even try. It's all over to me.

I think I'm getting used to life without you around. I'm even getting used to seeing an image / smelling a scent / hearing a resonance and feeling an emotion that just reminds me of our memories all for all once in a while.

I use to cry over this, but my tears aren't magical enough to reverse the effect of what has happened. So what's the point? I hate being this way. But I can't stop.

I really wish it never had happened.
Even if I were to give up all that I have right now, for SM today wouldn't have evolved this much without you.

I'd really rather.

I am jaded no more, no more..

Happy Birthday, my love :)

YEO SHU HAN :)

H A P P Y B I R T H D AY T O Y O U .

It all started when you ended up sitting in front of me 3 years ago when everything seemed simple now, but a total kink if time were to unwind itself. I wish everything could be as impeccable as life sketched before.

Time hasn't allow me to spend time with you, and even the rest of the troupe, and I believe, things changed already. I know how much I said I wouldn't but when you reached a certain point in life, it's what happens. It's a tale remain untold.

I couldn't get back to be who I used to be. Time sped by and life evolved into a whole new stage where I couldn't afford to impersonate my old self.

But, I'll make a point. When I have a good friend at a point of my life, she remains with that name for the rest of mine.

May time delineate more happy, lame times together.
Make a wish, it'll come true.
And, Happy Birthday, Shu Han :)

Colours are spelt fun :)

I just spent my day shopping and having fun :)
It's been a while since fun had literally proven it's strength in my life.

Laughter; and when you crack a total joke, don't do it in the middle of the mall. It's hard to control laughing and walk decently at the same time..

Tomorrow will be dreadful with today's procrastination.. But hey, time wasted when you're enjoying is not wasted. And so, no regrets :D

I love quirky coloured stuff.
And a special mention for blue :) I lovey you.
From hair scrunchies to hair clips to hair bands!

"tied together with a smile when you're coming undone".

Books dig a deeper hole :)

I guess I should bring myself back to the reading world, like how I used to love written pages rather than printed screens. Not that I never had the passion for reading.. But, I just lost it, in midst of all those battles drowning me in time.

So I'm stoked again, currently awaiting for my hotly ordered book, which is expected to reach my hands in, say 3 weeks? And this time, it's Sartre. Jean-Paul Sartre.

You'd probably think I'm mad. I have enough angst in myself as a teenager. Probably overflowing with it. But I guess the 'angst' that y'all are uneasy of in me, just resembles the way life isn't the same any more.

I might have said how much I wouldn't change and everything. But when you haven't live through it, you'll never know. And that's how I knew :) there is always a moment in life when you think you need to get back to the battlefield.

Victory has everything that the lost ones cost a life. When every move determines your future, every word contain a spirit.

"I'll come save you even if it means I'll have to face the queen"