I don't like this form of responsibility.

He told me it was up to me.

Everyday, they come to us in forms all different sort. Sometimes in minor forms - like a choice of Nasi Lemak over Curry Mee for breakfast or maybe choosing between sleeping during lesson or not. Well, and those that we dread making and tremble at the thought of. But how much choice of not making choices do we have?

Oh, now what?

Extra mayonnaise, anyone?

Oh, the temptation.

Ever walked by a stall of sweet, unhealthy deserts? Coated with sugar and icing and looking all shiny and glazed. So unhealthy and fattening they are though, and you know you can't or should not touch them because too much of something like that could kill. But, gosh, how long can you hold back the craving?

I tell myself I won't give in.

Forgotten?

She told me to treasure what you've got.

I had these two terrapins when I was 4. They were adorable - one was about the current size of my palm in a week and the other was half the size of my palm then. They were a brother-sister set and although they were so different in character and physical appearance, I was mesmerized by them.

I guess it's just the normal phase for a kid to go through, to get utterly spellbound by their first responsibilities for another living thing. Time was all I had on my hands then, so I spent afternoons studying them - I found out each of their likings; the brother liked the fish flakes while his sister likes pellet. I remember that.

Oh, but as a year went by, Snowy came into the picture. The most adorale, spontaneous creature I had ever laid my hands on. She was, by far, the cutest thing I had seen and I was so hooked onto her. She was this crazy, barking, hyper dog that stole my time right out of my hands.

It began a challenge to juggle time between my new obsession and my dreaded responsibilities. Feeding or even clearing the water from the 'terrapin's basin' was a chore. So, soon enough, I left all the 'terrapin duties' to my maid. She wasn't happy, but I couldn't care - I had Snowy now.

However, one afternoon, when I returned from kindergarten, the 'terrapin basin' was gone. Nowhere to be found. And as I asked around, I found out that she had filled the water too high that the terrapins could not come to rest on the rocks and soon - drowned.

Of course, I was only 5. I didn't really feel the dread of their death, I didn't know my carelessness had been the indirect cause of it. Also, I never really quite saw their empty, souless shells. They were disposed of before I had return from school - the little girl was too young for this.

And so I learnt not to let things slip out from between your fingers just like that.

And under your caress, I feel a drunkness that kills me.

Complainte De La Butte




La lune, trop blanc, (the moon, too white)
pose un diadème (puts a tiara)
sur tes cheveux roux. (on your red hair)
La lune, trop rousse, (the moon, too red)
de gloire éclabousse (with glory splashes)
ton jupe plein de trous. (your ragged underskirt)
La lune, trop pâle, (the moon, too pale)
caresse l'opale (caress the opal)
de tes yeux blasés. (of your indifferent eyes)
Princesse de la rue, (princess of the streets)
sois la bienvenue (be welcome)
dans mon coeur brisé. (in my broken heart)

The stairways up to la butte
Can make the wretched sigh.
While windmill wings of the Moulin
Shelter you and I.

Ma petite mandigotte, (my little beggar)
je sens ta menotte (I feel your hand)
qui cherche ma main. (searching for mine)
Je sens ta poitrine (I feel your chest)
et ta taille fine, (and your slim waist)
j'oublie mon chagrin. (I forget my sorrow)
Je sens sur tes lèvres (I smell on your lips)
une odeur de fièvre, (a scent of fever)
de gosse mal nourrie, (of an underfed kid)
et sous ta caresse, (and under your caress)
je sens une ivresse (I feel a drunkness)
qui m'anéantit. (that kills me)

The stairways up to la butte
Can make the wretched sigh
While windmill wings of the Moulin
Shelter you and I

et voilà qu'elle trotte, (and there she goes strutting about)
la lune qui flotte, (the floating moon)
la princesse aussi. (along with the princess)

Mes rêves épanouis. (my thriving dreams)

Les escaliers de la butte (The stairways up to la butte)
sont durs aux miséreux. (are tough on the poor)
Les ailes du Moulin (the wings of the Moulin)
protègent les amoureux. (shelter those who love)

This is our now.

Ooh, how I just wanna pinch their cheeks!



How much this moment means to me.

I love you, is that okay?

These Words by Natasha Beddingfield



These words are my own

Threw some chords together, the combination D-E-F
Its who I am, its what I do, and I was gonna lay it down for you
I tried to focus my attention, but I feel so A-D-D
I need some help, some inspiration, but its not coming easily

Tryin to find the magic,
Tryin to write a classic,
Dontcha know, dontcha know, dontcha know?
Wastebin full of paper, clever rhymes- see ya later

These words are my own, from my heart flow,
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,
There's no other way to better say I love you, I love you

Read some Byron Shelley and Keates,
recited it over a hip-hop beat
I'm havin trouble sayin' what I mean,
with dead poets and a drum machine

You know I had some studio time booked,
but I couldnt find the killer hook,
now you're gonna raise the bar right up,
nothin' I write is ever good enough

These words are my own, from my heart flow,
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,
There's no other way to better say I love you, I love you

These words are my own, from my heart flow,
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,
There's no other way to better say I love you, I love you

I'm gettin off my stage
The curtains pull away
No hyperboles to hide behind
My naked soul exposes
woaaaaah

Tryin to find the magic,
Tryin to write a classic,
Wastebin full of paper,
Clever rhymes- see ya later

These words are my own, from my heart flow,
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,
There's no other way to better say I love you, I love you

These words are my own, from my heart flow,
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,
There's no other way to better say I love you, I love you

These words are my own, from my heart
I love you I love you, that's all I got to say
Can't think of a better way, and thats all I got to say
I love you, is that ok?

Now I'm running and screaming.

Boy, you caught me way off guard.

A tear-stained face of a kid could break into a smile at the sight of a lollipop. I never found it easy to comprehend why one could be so easily pleased. It took me forever to understand and figure out how a coloured lump of sugar could bring such an expression of happiness to a face so grey and wet with tears.

Oh, but slowly enough, I began to realise that it's not just kids who are that simple, that easy to please. We all are that way when something or someone who means a lot comes along and brightens up our day. Their presence is so simple and almost insignificant to the rest of the world, but to us, it changes all.

You're like a lollipop.

Congratulations, Welfare for organising what I thought to be the best Band Day of my years in AMB. :D

You give me fever.

Oh, when you put your arms around her.

I've always had bad focus - wasn't really the person to concentrate on one thing for a long period of time. It wasn't really my thing to stick to one thing forever unless it's really something I love and have utmost passion for. But that, too, normally fades. Eventually.

You still give me a fever that's so hard to bear.

I can't take my eyes off you.

And so it is, just like you said it would be.

There's always something silly that we do each day, or so goes my theory. Something minor or major, there's always something we do each day that is worth laughing at. Oh, but I've done so many stupid things today, I can't pick out just one.

And vice-versa.