29 September 2008
Spending a hot hot afternoon in Sentosa
23 September 2008
I parted the curtains to look
upon your retreating figure through the carpark
and saw you beat a straight path
right into a kerb
I shouted your name and you turned back
(in the middle of a text message)
laughing and said
"Did you see that?"
and my shout of "take care!"
rang hollow around the neighbourhood.
Right now there's nothing I want to do more
than to sit on a rooftop and gaze at
nothing but other grey rooftops and
crumbling brick walls
in absolute silence
but the truth is that there's no such sight
to be found in Singapore
and then I wonder why I'd always gone on
and kill myself yearning for random intangible things
like an atmosphere
or human actions which would strike one as
poetry in motion
or sighs that encapsulate all the bewildering loss
one can feel
and for that moment upon hearing The Sigh
where you ache so bad to hug the person
emitting it but refrain because
because
because
I really actually want to hug your soul.
20 September 2008
(Love the first song but wait for the second one too, it's a beauty.)
There's a house across the river, but alas, I cannot swim
And a garden of such beauty that the flowers seem to grin
There's a house across the river, but alas, I cannot swim
I'll live my life regretting that I never jumped in.
There's a boy across the river with short black curly hair,
He wants to be my lover and I want to be his peer,
There's a boy across the river but alas, I cannot swim,
And I never will get to put my arms around him.
There's a life across the river that was meant for me,
Instead I live my life in constant misery.
There's a life across the river but I do not see
Why I should please those that will never be pleased.
There is gold across the river but I don't want none
Gold is fleeting, gold is fickle, gold is fun
There is gold across the river but I don't want none
I would rather be dry than held up by a golden gun
Saying 'work more and more' / live more, have more fun
- Alas, I Cannot Swim
Laura Marling
At the top of the flight of stairs in the middle of the school canteen, if you pause and look across the masses of heads bent over plates and bowls, you can see a strip of sea in the distance. Cobalt blue and glittering.
I have always felt like diving in.
17 September 2008
16 September 2008
Our saturday soiree in Botanic Gardens
Munching on tuna wraps, grapes and plums
Vanessa was resident DJ
Zee's refrain of the night was: "I'm so full."
Two stars on my face for our devendra/gypsy child theme
Sunset brought out the muaves and pinks
Tealights are a certified fire hazard
The brownie cheesecake was finger-lickin' good
And with nightfall, out came the vices
08 September 2008
Lately, I've been rather fixated on this urban outfitters model, who is pretty much the epitome of beauty to me.
If anyone knows what's her name or other info about her, please email and let me know!