God bless my invincible soul.

Aren't you supposed to fight my battles?

Be there to shelter me in the storm? Aren't you supposed to catch me when I fall? Aren't we supposed to take each other through it all, make everything in life worthwhile? So why do you throw me into battles everyday, and hurl me into a storm alone? Why do you not catch me, but instead cause me to fall?

Here I am, awake from it all - God bless my invincible soul.

Why a Karakiri?

Not just because it's cute.

But because a Karakiri holds you tight, and will always wrap it's soft comforting tenticles around you when you need to be held - be it rain or shine. Curse at it, or pluck out it's eye, but it'll never stop holding you in it's warm embrace. Never will it let in unless requested to. Never will it leave.

If only those silly people believed Singapore wasn't China.

Twist.

Eight beep tones and a dial tone.

I hear your voice, but I can't say a thing. I'm choking up, you probably know it, and holding back the wheezes. You don't say anything nice, but it doesn't matter. I just listen to your voice and in my mind, twist it into words that I wanna hear. Until the things you say begin to hurt unbearably, I put down. Sick game, I know.

I should get bathing so I can desgin the program booklet and concert tickets I volunteered to design, instead of my pile of homework. Well, before that I should also get Adobe Photoshop installed too and download brushes. That'll probably take the entire night. Didn't even know that I had this project going, did you, baby? I didn't get to tell.

Now, off I go. A favour for a band that barely knows I exist.

Be my hero.

Stand by me forever...

The lights will dim as a spotlight shines down on me, my simple gown glistening under the light. As I step onto the dance floor, I'll feel the heat in my face, he sings "it's late in the evening", you'll hold my hand, a warmth radiating between usmy heart racing. And when.

Spin me, and glide across the dancefloor me across the dancefloor. Everyone's eyes will be on us, but all will disappear but you, as you hold me close. I'll hear the music, and I'll see only you. As he sings "and the wonder of it all is that you just don't realise how much I love you", I'll be in mid-spin. But then there's a sudden silence.

And I'll find myself in your arms, thinking that I've made the best choice in my life.

Stop asking.

I hate it when Tigger brushes against my leg.

Stop asking if I care when you very well should know that I do. Each time you ask, it only reminds me what a failure I am in giving you the love you very much deserve. One would only need to ask in a situation where it is most clear that the other party really couldn't care less. Is that what you really think?

I hate it when Snowy begs me for a rub, and gives me those questioning eyes.