27 September, 2009 9/27/2009
woh-ooo-woh-ohhhhhI know everything.
I know what you're doing right now.
But,
do I know your intentions behind what you do?
I don't want to know it.
Until then, we'll wait for Revelation Day
After the dreaded promos.
Dang that.
When i pull back, you go forward.
When i go forward, you pull back.
20 September, 2009 9/20/2009
But the giant's calling out my name and he laughs at meReminding me of all the times
I've tried before and failed.
Happy Hari Raya i guess.
Wishes do come true, at least for today. My sister and i were on our way to (sigh) our weekly piano lessons, and as usual while dreading it we began to wish that there was no piano. After walking past a few tuition centres and a ballet school to find all of them closed, we walked towards our piano centre with trepidation(as usual we didn't practice our piano), to find it closed. After a moment's of registering of why this happened, both of us came to the conclusion that it was a Public Holiday today, which meant THAT THERE WAS NO PIANO TODAY. HURRAY.
The first part of the morning was thus spent thinking of ways of how to fool our mum about our early return back home.
"A fire which was from the 7th month burnings started in Cristofori and the building was razed to the ground."
"Ms Owyong got appendicitis!"
"Someone came in and smashed all the pianos with a huge sledgehammer"
"There was a robber in the centre and he took away all the money in the cash register, leaving the staff in turmoil"
In the end we settled on "Ms Owyong scalded her hands while making her oats with water, therefore she couldn't play the piano today"
hah.
But i will choose to listen and believe the voice of truth.
12 September, 2009 9/12/2009
Excessive thinking is bad. Thinking while smiling with a goofy grin plastered all over your face is worse.Well.
I kind of wish my blog is private(although i really think no one reads it, its still good to be safe. HAH)
Oh well.
Double sigh.
I really really really want to rant somemore, but. You can call it stress i guess. And sleep will get rid of that beast.
HOLA, bed.
GRAH
07 September, 2009 9/07/2009
irrevocable truth with changeable repercussions.I came up with that while doing math. See how distracted I am?Sigh.
She scrubbed a soapy plate absentmindedly, thinking of what had conspired then.
If you were to stay in where you belonged, then I would probably have never met you. But then, would it be a good thing?She looked up and saw her reflection in the window beside the sink, hands still scrubbing away meaninglessly although the scum was already gone from the plate.
How meaningless, she thought.
Meaningless,
Of feelings transpired between steaming mugs of cocoa.
Pointless,
Of contact, with silly smiles and tinkling laughter.
How irrevocable, that truth
Yet changeable, its repercussions.
Double sigh.
Encase yourself in ice, Heart!
06 September, 2009 9/06/2009
And in my secret heart, no other love competes, no rival throne survives, for I serve only YouInflections of the pen. Sigh.
She sat up almost as if a red hot poker was brandished into her skin, and buried her face into the pillow, screaming. It was the third time she had that very same dream, and fear wrecked her very being. Cold sweat trickled down her skin, and she faced the mirror to see a reflection of a ghost staring back at her. Repeatedly trying to assure herself that everything was alright, she bent down and picked up a tumbler at the side of her bed, taking in a big draught of water, before moistening her parched lips with her tongue. Sated, she lay back down on her bed again, and drew the covers around her once more.
This time, she wished that her return to sleep will be a much peaceful one.
oh, how she talked of numbness!
that very feeling of ice,
encasing her heart.
02 September, 2009 9/02/2009
the voice of truth says do not be afraid. Be holy, because God is holy.
She stood at the tables facing the office and propped her chin on her elbows, with a blank expression on her face. Then, through the reflection she saw him. Unable to control herself, she turned and watched him walk past, once, twice, before he was gone.
She felt like a lost sheep then.
Once they were of silly smiles and cheeky grins,
Now swept away in the hullabaloo of paperwork
She ceased to wonder what happened.
Oh, how numb!
