And it writes One murder haunted Lieutenant Jonathan Stride for thiry years...
I'm gonna study for an hour. Well, at least finish my homework. Since I'm done Google-ing for the Chemistry assignment [which, by the way, is not me cheating. I'm following instructions], I don't think that would take too long. I can work on math after that. Good girl... At 5pm, I'm gonna leave for the library.
Tish? Tish.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
The time to come seems already over.
And so he types keep a lid on it:)
Stupid me. I'm always misplacing stuff and forgetting where I put things. I spent about 5 minutes searching for my big purple comb yesterday to no avail. I was in a total fluster and I can never get my hair done up without a comb. If I couldn't find a comb - I'll never leave the house.
But [yes, always a "but"], when I pulled open my drawer, half in anger and another in anxiety, I found this tiny little foldable comb lying there - the same darn comb I had spent days looking for last time. I grabbed the comb, cursed under my breath and slammed the drawer shut.
Did I go on looking for the missing one though? No, not at all. It came looking for me. Sitting on top of my pile of junk of worksheets and books and unwanted newspapers on my school table, that evil little purple creature just sat there glowing at me as I entered the classroom and dragged myself to my desk.
Damned mornings. I forgot my analogy.
Stupid me. I'm always misplacing stuff and forgetting where I put things. I spent about 5 minutes searching for my big purple comb yesterday to no avail. I was in a total fluster and I can never get my hair done up without a comb. If I couldn't find a comb - I'll never leave the house.
But [yes, always a "but"], when I pulled open my drawer, half in anger and another in anxiety, I found this tiny little foldable comb lying there - the same darn comb I had spent days looking for last time. I grabbed the comb, cursed under my breath and slammed the drawer shut.
Did I go on looking for the missing one though? No, not at all. It came looking for me. Sitting on top of my pile of junk of worksheets and books and unwanted newspapers on my school table, that evil little purple creature just sat there glowing at me as I entered the classroom and dragged myself to my desk.
Damned mornings. I forgot my analogy.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Caffeine, coffee and what's more.
I said darn, am I bloody tired.
My head was spinning and my eyelids were drooping. I just needed sleep so badly. But her lessons just went on and on about Rates of Change. Don't get me wrong here - her voice wasn't the main factor putting me to sleep. It was something else I couldn't figure out. I just couldn't bloody keep awake.
So, I did the usual recalling of what I'd been doing within the last twelve hours or so. I figured 6 hours of sleep was more than sufficient. It was the norm for me. So I thought of my breakfast menu and realised I'd missed out my coffee. Daddy did not wake up as early, hence I did not get my daily dose of caffeine, specially brewed for me with TLC.
Coffee. Man, that addictive thing has gotten me hooked. Can't remember a day, (other than the dreadful yesterday), that I haven't had it before leaving the house. That thing keeps me awake, alive. Can't get through a day without it, I figured. Plus, having too much of it makes me high and just downright hyper - that crazy feeling of euphoria. Mmm!
I realised - you're pretty much like coffee. Just a whole lot better.
My head was spinning and my eyelids were drooping. I just needed sleep so badly. But her lessons just went on and on about Rates of Change. Don't get me wrong here - her voice wasn't the main factor putting me to sleep. It was something else I couldn't figure out. I just couldn't bloody keep awake.
So, I did the usual recalling of what I'd been doing within the last twelve hours or so. I figured 6 hours of sleep was more than sufficient. It was the norm for me. So I thought of my breakfast menu and realised I'd missed out my coffee. Daddy did not wake up as early, hence I did not get my daily dose of caffeine, specially brewed for me with TLC.
Coffee. Man, that addictive thing has gotten me hooked. Can't remember a day, (other than the dreadful yesterday), that I haven't had it before leaving the house. That thing keeps me awake, alive. Can't get through a day without it, I figured. Plus, having too much of it makes me high and just downright hyper - that crazy feeling of euphoria. Mmm!
I realised - you're pretty much like coffee. Just a whole lot better.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
External warmth.
When your heart breaks, it can grow back crooked.
There was this point of time in Japan when I felt so cold and freezing. Even though I was indoors. Si Kai and Geraldine threw their jackets over me and so did Michelle. I had mine over me too of course. But I was still so cold and shivering and even with the jackets over me, my insides still felt so cold. Even the warmth didn't radiate.
It grows back twisted and gnarled and hard.
There was this point of time in Japan when I felt so cold and freezing. Even though I was indoors. Si Kai and Geraldine threw their jackets over me and so did Michelle. I had mine over me too of course. But I was still so cold and shivering and even with the jackets over me, my insides still felt so cold. Even the warmth didn't radiate.
It grows back twisted and gnarled and hard.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Bye bye bye.
He sings here's my bright idea - I'll just disappear.
And I was just recalling the way you dumped your earpiece onto my lap, sulking and annoyed. But they were my favourites and they're so catchy and the rhythm's just fab and the lyrics and everything. Dated songs are the coolest. Bye bye bye, I don't wanna make it tough. I had enough. Bye bye!
Here's a flash from the past, anyway:
My Love For The Sea
His coarse skin runs across my toes
The grains of his skin brushing
against my inner calf as his warm
arms pull me into a suffocating embrace.
His breath
against the lids of my eyes
Stinging them and unabling me
to see.
Oh, my love, I surrender
myself to you.
Take me away
with your strong arms which
twists my body
into angles unthinkable.
I'll bury my head into you and
taste you in my mouth
The familiar bland taste of salt that
lingers on my tongue.
Oh, baby, I surrender
myself to you.
Here's my bright idea, here's my bright idea...
And I was just recalling the way you dumped your earpiece onto my lap, sulking and annoyed. But they were my favourites and they're so catchy and the rhythm's just fab and the lyrics and everything. Dated songs are the coolest. Bye bye bye, I don't wanna make it tough. I had enough. Bye bye!
Here's a flash from the past, anyway:
My Love For The Sea
His coarse skin runs across my toes
The grains of his skin brushing
against my inner calf as his warm
arms pull me into a suffocating embrace.
His breath
against the lids of my eyes
Stinging them and unabling me
to see.
Oh, my love, I surrender
myself to you.
Take me away
with your strong arms which
twists my body
into angles unthinkable.
I'll bury my head into you and
taste you in my mouth
The familiar bland taste of salt that
lingers on my tongue.
Oh, baby, I surrender
myself to you.
Here's my bright idea, here's my bright idea...
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Nyctophobia
He said okay, turn off the lights.
In like 8 seconds, all the lights were off and it was pitch-dark. Put your hand out in front of you and you wouldn't see a thing. Sure, there was a little bit of light streaming in here and there, but it was dark, nevertheless. There were these passing shadows and strange figures. I didn't want to know what they were.
The music was playing and everyone was probably conducting but with my skin crawling and my limbs frozen, I couldn't quite move. My palms were clammy and sweaty and I just wanted to scream so badly, I wanted to let out a cry for help. I was half-shaking. I wanted to feel safe. I was wishing to feel safe.
Wishing you'd hold me, or be near.
In like 8 seconds, all the lights were off and it was pitch-dark. Put your hand out in front of you and you wouldn't see a thing. Sure, there was a little bit of light streaming in here and there, but it was dark, nevertheless. There were these passing shadows and strange figures. I didn't want to know what they were.
The music was playing and everyone was probably conducting but with my skin crawling and my limbs frozen, I couldn't quite move. My palms were clammy and sweaty and I just wanted to scream so badly, I wanted to let out a cry for help. I was half-shaking. I wanted to feel safe. I was wishing to feel safe.
Wishing you'd hold me, or be near.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Happy Birthday, Sissypoo!
I said you're old; you're 21.
Tan Tan Udon!
Cheesy and disgustingly mushy but, true enough to post - I love my sister.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Unwanted opinions.
Yay, birth prevention methods.
Tubal ligation (informally known as getting one's "tubes tied") is a permanent form of femal sterilization, in which the fallopian tubes are severed and seal or pinched "shut", in order to prevent fertilization. If I'm not wrong, tubal ligation prevents pregnancy by 100%, so...
If you get it too late, you might be down with an unwanted child! Go for it today!
Tubal ligation (informally known as getting one's "tubes tied") is a permanent form of femal sterilization, in which the fallopian tubes are severed and seal or pinched "shut", in order to prevent fertilization. If I'm not wrong, tubal ligation prevents pregnancy by 100%, so...
If you get it too late, you might be down with an unwanted child! Go for it today!
Rum rum raisin!
Mah thang is leli nam so I carn tok ploperly.
That was Meiji Green Tea ice cream though. The works of Rum Rum Raisin is better - numb tongue, sugar rush, alcohol-stenched breath. Woooo! But while my tongue's numb and my heads whirling and craving for more sleep, I'll drag my focus to that pile of work sitting on the study table.
Buh bye.
That was Meiji Green Tea ice cream though. The works of Rum Rum Raisin is better - numb tongue, sugar rush, alcohol-stenched breath. Woooo! But while my tongue's numb and my heads whirling and craving for more sleep, I'll drag my focus to that pile of work sitting on the study table.
Buh bye.
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