9.

i’d say, no matter what anyone says about damien rice, his songs are honestly so lyrically beautiful you could almost imagine it being whispered, not noticed in its mellow ways, at your funeral. and for that matter, a beautiful funeral.

it may be raining, oh but there’s a rainbow above you

it’s been a relatively long time since i’ve last posted, and certainly possibly (haha) a time period comparable with a century since i’ve last posted something that was actually of much meaning.

if in the dark we lose sight of love,
hold my hand and have no fear
cos i, i will be here

and because i am ever so slightly -just slightly- tired, i will, at this juncture retreat and observe the obsidian nature of spotless floor. because it is beautiful, and i need to start planning on how i am going to get christmas presents to everyone on time, for the first time, this year.

if i knew i had a week left to live, i would

1) quit school immediately
2) eat ahballing
3) go sit on bob one last time
4) play neopets and become champion of spell-o-starve
5) buy a lot of balloons, prefably rainbow coloured
6) read i am sam by dr. seuss, under a tree in botanics
9) go to the beach and build a sandcastle
& splash in puddles in bright yellow paddingtons when it rains
10) buy panda hello panda! haha

so on, so on. it’s rather peculiar, but travelling around the world would not be on my list. even though i thought it was what i always dreamed of doing -still is, actually- but perhaps, when you realise you won’t always have tomorrow, its the little things that mean the most. no not exactly, but. haha

and of course, there are other reasons why i would choose to stay, and many other things i would wish to do. but it really brings everything into perspective, i mean – how would you like to spend the last hour of your life struggling with – o.o – vectors! hahaha. but. oh well

let’s go fly a kite, up to the highest height, let’s go fly a kite and send it soaring, up in the atmosphere, up where the air is clear let’s all go.. fly a kite! hahah

i cannot count beyond my fingers anymore.

i should really be fast asleep right now. but as much as my body wants to, my mind simply refuses for it to do so. instead, i find myself in the indundatory void of the asleep and the awake, the whispers of lifelessness that are as alive as sunflowers in the cold, cold winter. I also find from within an old soul, one that holds forsaken but never forgotten records of the 60s; where a poetic heart that beats in the slow clapping of melancholic rhythm – tap tap, carrying words ever so precious in its pockets. and like how the stars float ever so gracefully into the ocean, the rain falls down with peace and release, onto the benches in the park, onto the lonely carousels – that perhaps, are not so lonely any more, with every drop that slides across its old and wasted paint.

perhaps, i should sleep. tomorrow will be a long day. pleh! i am a kangaroo and you are a salmon! >

and this shall be aptly called, asdf.

if i could, i would press caps lock and immediately start typing furiously in capitals, in bold, everything i always wanted to say. it wouldn’t go on forever, but just a paragraph, a very precious one that perhaps, just perhaps could explain everything.

other than that, school’s back, ratatatat, and it is quite amusing to see people getting terrified at the idiosyncrasies involving pi (and this point, i am terribly tempted to go piiiing, but i shall abstain for the sake of retaining sanity (: ) oh, here’s an advertisment for: priscilla ahn! time to do my part in order for her to get relatively famous enough so she can get invited for mosaic music festival next year, which i will drag myself to go to even if i am sick with purple dino pox and need a national security helicopter to move my then 314159 -haha- tonne self to the recital studio.

the ‘backspace’ button is possibly the button that has the highest press count, and entries like these don’t exactly help.