cannot wait to hear your voice.
much as individuality is emphasised and i know that i am my own person, much of who i am is a result of your love.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
bishbish
o0o0ps, no harold and kumar in the end!
thursday or friday lah, yes? <3>
it's a comfort to lay by your side. now sleep tight love, do get the rest you need. i'll be hearing from you in a matter of hours again (:
Saturday, April 26, 2008
the escapist
Journey homeward bound
A sound of a dolphin calling
Tearing off the mask of man
The Tower my sole guide
This is who I am
Escapist, paradise seeker
Farewell now time to fly
Out of sight, out of time, away from all lies
...and back into your arms again.
it's saturday again (:
in about 9 hours my teaching day starts..and it'll be a matter of hours before i see you again.
been thinking about some things. some say relationships aren't worth it at our age because this is the age we should be free to do whatever we want. to find ourselves, and to be free. yet, i choose to let my life journey in the context of 'us'. you, my baby, are the one precious constant i hold dear in this turmoil of the transition from being a kid to a grown-up. from adolescence to adulthood.
<3
Thursday, April 24, 2008
my dearest
harold and kumar on saturday! yes!
meeting you just now was priceless. it just feels so right, being where you are. i remember blogging once, saying that in my mind, i had grown so attached to you such that i simply don't want to be where you aren't.
i realised that it isn't the case. rather, it's when i'm where you are that completes me. it doesn't matter if we're apart. what matters is when we're together.
you are fundamental to my being.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Log
15/04
He rushed into the Company Store. The Company Quartermaster looked up from behind the long wooden desk.
"Yes?"
Amidst deep breaths, he replied the Quartermaster, who already had an eyebrow arched.
'CQ, I need to draw two rubbish bags,'
"For what?"
'To clear the trash for the two rubbish bins upstairs,'
He was rather unsure as to why the Quartermaster had posted such a question, but not bothering, he proceeded to sign on a book for his drawing of the rubbish bags.
'Date...what date is it now?'
He started counting with his fingers.
'15th. Ok,'
He bent over, and was about to write the date in the latest entry, and he stopped short just as the pen touched the white slip of paper.
'Oh my God. Tomorrow's the 16th.'
He smiled.
16/04
He stood next to the soaked groundsheet; on it lay his smelly gear and that of his two buddies, along with two dark forms curled up in slumber.
He stretched, and looked up into the sky.
'It's almost the full moon...'
He was then bombarded by memories.
18/04
As he walked down the muddy trail, the image of an idealistic Harley Davidson materialized in his Mind.
'Man, I really wanna ride one,'
Thoughts of saving up for a motorcycle came to his Mind.
And so did a chain of other money-related things.
Music gear.
Bike licence.
Car licence.
Laptop.
University.
Wedding.
Family.
'Need to save alot...'
--------------
He returned to his bunk, tired from the day's navigation. He switched on his phone, and read the latest message in his inbox.
He froze for a few seconds, staring at his little phone.
As he walked out slowly, it began to rain.
Very shortly, it got really heavy.
And so he stood at the railing, glancing at the floodlight, which somehow made the rain look so much more beautiful, tranquil.
Yet his heart ached, for he yearned for his beloved, and her plight weakened him.
Yet filled him with a resolve to return to the Home.
I'd be home soon, mahal.
Please don't cry.
Love you, sweetheart, always
He rushed into the Company Store. The Company Quartermaster looked up from behind the long wooden desk.
"Yes?"
Amidst deep breaths, he replied the Quartermaster, who already had an eyebrow arched.
'CQ, I need to draw two rubbish bags,'
"For what?"
'To clear the trash for the two rubbish bins upstairs,'
He was rather unsure as to why the Quartermaster had posted such a question, but not bothering, he proceeded to sign on a book for his drawing of the rubbish bags.
'Date...what date is it now?'
He started counting with his fingers.
'15th. Ok,'
He bent over, and was about to write the date in the latest entry, and he stopped short just as the pen touched the white slip of paper.
'Oh my God. Tomorrow's the 16th.'
He smiled.
16/04
He stood next to the soaked groundsheet; on it lay his smelly gear and that of his two buddies, along with two dark forms curled up in slumber.
He stretched, and looked up into the sky.
'It's almost the full moon...'
He was then bombarded by memories.
18/04
As he walked down the muddy trail, the image of an idealistic Harley Davidson materialized in his Mind.
'Man, I really wanna ride one,'
Thoughts of saving up for a motorcycle came to his Mind.
And so did a chain of other money-related things.
Music gear.
Bike licence.
Car licence.
Laptop.
University.
Wedding.
Family.
'Need to save alot...'
--------------
He returned to his bunk, tired from the day's navigation. He switched on his phone, and read the latest message in his inbox.
He froze for a few seconds, staring at his little phone.
As he walked out slowly, it began to rain.
Very shortly, it got really heavy.
And so he stood at the railing, glancing at the floodlight, which somehow made the rain look so much more beautiful, tranquil.
Yet his heart ached, for he yearned for his beloved, and her plight weakened him.
Yet filled him with a resolve to return to the Home.
I'd be home soon, mahal.
Please don't cry.
Love you, sweetheart, always
Saturday, April 19, 2008
switchfoot - you
There's always something in the way
There's always something getting through
But it's not me; it's you
Sometimes ignorance rings true
But hope is not in what I know
It's not in me
It's in you
It's in you
It's all I know
It's all I know
It's all I know
I find peace when I'm confused
I find hope when I'm let down
Not in me; in you
It's in you
I hope to lose myself for good
I hope to find it in the end
Not in me; in you
In you
It's all I know
It's all I know
It's all I know
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Friday, April 11, 2008
chasing starlight
tomorrow's coming. the weekend's here.
8 hours of lessons to go.
i just wanted to
hold you in my arms
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
flotsam
baby...when you were talking about our future...
i melted.
2015? nice numbered year, we'd be 26 and both done with education. pink dress, purple suit, pink suit for hong..haha. everything we talked of will come true then, our home..our lives.
i can't believe it. the first thing you said to me was 'HAHA YOU CAN'T PLAY'
I LOVE YOU ANYWAY, DOOF (:
Thursday, April 3, 2008
ELECTRIC
i swear it's entirely your fault that this retro-techno sounding thing is in my head. haha.
"togeeeether in electric dreeeams'
hahaha OHBOY.
oh and i actually feel alive now! what a change! miss you baby. hmm. was just thinking...the next time you have a night's off..i hope i can go find you. for fun. haha. i swear if i wasn't sick last night i totally would have! and maybe spoil your party by intruding on you and whoever you're with :p
dreamt about you again. this time, it was just about you..and me..like on new year's. it's awesome when the first thing i see in when i wake up is you. (:
and to tell you the truth, i find it insanely hard to classify the love i have for you too. it's pretty indescribable, but mark my words it sure exists in LARGE amounts. YAYYY cheers to us!
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