There's something in those eyes I recognise, only now, perhaps the want and wanting from so long ago.

Younger, stranger, yet definately familiar. Could I have scrambled for what was already found in my house?

You swirl the past in dark mocca colours- strong, dark, overwhelming, and intoxicatingly beautiful. I have stepped away into another world, yet I see you dwell there still.

Do I sense care? The lack of it?

For few can care for someone they barely know. And you, happen to be in the other, darker, abeit nicer-smelling, world.


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Came back from penang, indulging in shopping, talking, shopping and more talking. Talking to relatives I barely know, relatives I never knew I had, relatives of eccentric nature, and I have an architect and politician relative! wee

For those who are baffled, I am currently undergoing this phase of being excited at things/people relating to architecture, a phase I hope will last for the rest of my life.

I want to be an architect!

Haha aside from that! This place has been relatively dead for so long its stinking. And I'm getting bored of the elmo skin again.

WHO WANTS TO LEARN MUAY THAI WITH ME. Its fun! Really! And if you're weight conscious HEY it helps you lose weight!
But although I'd love to entertain these thoughts once in a while I know its going to be quite some sun-rise-from-west event if it actually comes true.


"Do things that will benefit you."
BENEFIT defined as doing you good in terms of paper qualifications, good records and positions that will help you go further.

So is this adulthood that we begin to catch a glimpse of? That we choose to do things not only because we enjoy them, but for its Benefits and Implications? Here comes pragmatism over...deemed as child the "likes" and "loves".

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(This post has been typed halfway before laptop was abruptly confiscated. I have poorly patched up the last sentence which was half-formed from before, but I am unable to complete it further..

I have lost my train of thought.)

Chopin is a beautiful composer. Did i mention?

Or more of, his pieces are beautiful. Just inject one of his famous pieces, you get instant aesthetic class. And a link to the heart of intense (and very real) emotions. Beautiful (:

A true artist whose works evokes such a "realness" people like you and me can connect to it. He is long ceased in existance, yet his notes continue to weave the sadness he must have felt while composing. Ah, the extent of this beauty.



I was reminded of one litre of tears that loads of people have been recommending, so the whole of friday was spent watching all 11 episodes. As the title suggests, it can potentially make you cry buckets -or a litre bottle- but I didn't watch it to see how much I cried, or didn't cry.

The jdrama is about a true story where a girl who, at 15, found out she had a degenerative disease that would slowly rob her of her ability to move, in the end unable to walk, then speak and eat. And inspite of this dark future, how she copes with each painful day with strength and joy, how she lives each day to the fullest despite knowing that every passing day is going to be bleaker than the last. How she comes to see the extent of her family's love.

It was touching, and put into perspective what I've been blessed with. A bright future, the simple privilege of being able to move, to walk and run and jump, to be able to express myself freely through speech and words...

And here's so much more to it. My little review is doing some serious undermining work here, so please watch it for yourself if you've the time. Its worth it.

Ah I realise, too, how little drama is really needed to touch hearts, compared to your regular tv serial, where crazy dramatic scenes and all of the flowery scripts don't even come a mile near our intrinsic emotions.


Yea lo. So when I'm old, while forgetting things here and there, I'll probably be a script writer, create a world nonexistant and see it swirl to shape on stage...
And it'll be beautiful, too.

That was a bad play of words.
I figured if breakfast works, then the title works. I'm breaking hiatus!

but that's really because I'm bored after getting over dbsk. namely, yunho:)

Isn't this a cute skin! But I wonder why someone would go to the physical and not to mention legal trouble of kidnapping something used when they can get a brand new, shiny one off a store.


I just promised joy to tell her at once if anyone catches my eye in rj. Hahaha I'm not even there and we'll talking like this. As she aptly puts it, we shouldn't be counting chickens before the eggs are even hatched.

Prelim posting results are tomorrow. Olevels are over. I'm waiting for results.

Sometimes things just seem to flash by and you're slumped on your sofa seat, gaping at the speed of it all. I suppose, there's beauty in speed, where everything becomes a colourful blurred edged dream.

Then again, you can choose to run alongside and see all the details.


Still, I never imagined olevels to be over so fast. I regret not reaching a point I was supposed to reach, to do my best at least. I can't believe the house I've been living in for more than half a decade now is just a memory.

I think I've been living in too much of a dream after o's everything's just flew past me, and I've put off accepting them. This 'dream' consists of eating, sleeping (a big part), going online - its become some sort of unreal life.


Like some kind of addiction I'm living day to day, purposeless, blurry, totally slack. I don't think this kind of blurry puffy unconscious life glorifies God.

Somehow its just really hard to break out of this..effortless, meaningless drone. I've to pick my real life up!


Ok. Now for a workable plan to make that happen.