tears that fall

Just think,

how do pretty pictures in tumblr, Joanna Wang, and a MSN conversation with your best friend…

…make one cry?

I just realised that the world is such a beautiful place. I just never opened my eyes that wide before.

the other day, i thought of you

I will name my daughters Liesel and Aubrey.

The former after a German Nazi-era book thief, and the latter of a 21st century song muse.

good morning yesterday

Careful Sam, you don’t want to step into the same shithole.

Of course, it might be a rabbit hole this time, where you’d disappear into a world of fantastic adventure, surprises and bewilderment.

…but then it will be almost impossible to tell the difference. not when both holds promises to make you stumble and fall headlong into the unknown…

…until you either land with a splat or onto a whirlwind of a different and beautiful world.

One will never know until the end anyway.

best butter bread

The best butter bread ever in the whole world is sold at Beng See Full Bakery’s!

Check out your nearest Beng See Full (or call 012 6635 854) ASAP! It’s only 80 sens and sinfully buttery and sweet, but I try not to think about it.

one night in the second month

She goes to her room, shuts the door behind her with a quiet whoosh of air pressure then turns the knob’s lock. Climbing into bed, her mind is somewhere else, away from the isolated room.

If you look closely, you’d be able to tell the slight frown forming just visible between her eyebrows. She is worried.

Obviously.

She climbs into her bed, fluffing the pillow behind her then half lying down. She pulled the blanket around her and after a second’s thought, over herself.

It’s time to hide from the world and its miseries.

She closes her eyes and lies on her left side, curled up into a protective human ball. Nobody knows what goes through her mind. Certainly, they aren’t thoughts of joy, just thoughts of how things can change in the blink of an eye, in the 5 seconds it takes to pull you down into the fiery depths of of hopelessness, despair and beginnings of hatred for your current situation.

Why do things do not always stay the same just as it gets better, she wonders. She knows that it has always been in the stars, that for her, life will always find a way to screw her up just when it starts to feel better, lighter.

How she knows that, nobody can explain. She just does. Like knowing that water is liquid, and that the boy next door is actually harbouring something for her, and it’s not just friendship.

But she doesn’t care, it doesn’t bother or affect her, she wouldn’t care one way or another whether it was true or not. Still, she knows they are.

Just like the fact that she can never ever lead a constant happy life. There is always a short period of happy times, then Poof! everything comes falling down to pieces in ten minutes. In two days. In a week. Bringing with it destruction, hopelessness and the utter knowledge that everything will never be the same again. The torturous realization that she will have to go through the hurdle again, the hill of problems and loneliness, growing up in ways she does not fully anticipate nor particularly enjoy.

The pain and tears that come every night as she lies there alone, the weight of the world on her. Nobody to talk to, nobody she trusts to really understand.

All she has are just…words.The single letters forming single words,

forming single sentences,

forming single paragraphs,

forming single ramblings.

She doesn’t know any other way to help herself.

One day it will seem as if everything is okay again, and when it seems as if life is worth living again, she recognises that intuition will tell her to prepare for incoming mess that is life’s ironic gift. With a sinking feeling in her heart, she submits to life’s seasons, to the crashing reality that in her life there will never be a truly lasting happiness.

In a locked room under the heaping covers, a tear falls from a girl’s eyelash and drips into the soft bed covers.

***

I read and was truly inspired by the style of writing in Markus Zusak’s The Book Thief. Maybe I should do some illustrations as well, hmm.

impossible is not a word, it is a fact

Long-lasting joy.

Pfft, such gratification is a flight of fancy, a fable of hope that will inch further and further away each time you attempt to reach for it.

twitterazzi

Twitter is very good for a lot of things.

It gives you news.

It shares with you personal news of your favourite celebrity.

 

It also provides news on world tragedies and calamities.

 

But best of all, it gives you live football matches updates...

 

 

...whether you like it or not.

alexis’ 19th

Last December, we had a Chipmunks movie day out to celebrate Alexis’ 19th.

Theme song for the day: Wonder Girls’ Nobody.

What a nice day. Lots of crazy camwhoring at the back of Jasmine’s car…

…and together with Jer Yen…

…until she goes crazy also already.

After the movie, it was time for some shopping. Window shopping, that is.

At Kitschen; me like big nerdy glasses!

And also shiny reflective sunnies :P


Some random guy had to patiently wait for us while we camwhore with the big mirror at the stairway, AHAHhahahaHAH. Ahem.

BTW I think I’m gonna have to come out with a new term for ‘camwhore’ because I actually don’t like that word much. How about camaddict? Selfcam? OK lame give me some time to think thanks.

Dinnertime at the apartment. Lovely ambience.

I is sad because I haz no proper digi cam to take photos, have to rely on reliable K800i.

All photos without my watermark is taken from Jasmine or Pey Wen’s facebook album.

Me & the uhh lovely girls

The place is decorated in an apartment-styled theme, which explains the Christmas tree in the middle of the ‘bathroom’.

We adjourned to Sanctuary where we were introduced to the scary Graveyard, and then to Hartamas Square for Pey Wen’s first ever shisha session, woo hoo!

Sorry lah I didn’t put up the photos of the guys here. I thought that the girls are hotter You can go see it in facebook though.

photoshop 101.5

So in an effort to recreate photos like this and this, I have asked around supposed-photo-pros who tell me (rather vaguely) to ‘use Photoshop’.

After much efforts to dig up more details (as well as being called ‘poyo’ by one), I was told to play around with the saturation, brightness and such.

…err alright then?

 
Another one with increased brightness instead of decreased.

Perhaps it’s the photographer problem lah, sigh.

life’s never-ending purposes

A two-minutes life update:

I finally got myself a job (other than being a piano teacher, of course) rather than while away the rest of the holidays.

No, not as a cap model

Well, I’m glad that this job is related with my course (Communications). But technically, almost every job needs you to communicate as well, doesn’t it?

Even if you’re a fishmonger at the night market. Especially if you’re a fishmonger at the night market.