Rocketful of Love.

Every morning there's a heartache hanging; every evening there's a breath in taking.

2.07.2010,3:36 PM

i've got my mind open open close-

10'OG13 (the lovely wet games specialist) & 10A16 & Ares!
Its been a truly bubbly one and a half weeks, the kind of bubbly you get by throwing out your arms to spin around with the wind against your face and feeling like you're about to fly:

- Meteor showers and mass 1line text replies
- A certain penguin wearing a helm(et) on a certain red flag ;)
- Uniform crossdressing!
- Tap tap tap tap full turn tap tap half turn tap *ow my foot
- War games! *cue to snarl in a cavewomenlike way
- Ad Infinitum finale! (cues human rollercoasters and sticky bodies)
- and so
- much
- more

Its like drinking butterbeer(:

c'est le ton qui fait la musique.
I hope we'll stay happy, love

1.31.2010,2:55 PM

Jay eh ee, oh my jay eh ee.

Havent cried this suddenly for so long, but anyway, anyhow.
(:, because my heart's too tired to feel anything else.

c'est le ton qui fait la musique.
tomorrow will know more than today/

1.25.2010,12:27 AM

clasp a prayer within,

i tell you nothing that is everything, even if you may think everything i say to be nothing. I know you hear the words that i speak, but more importantly, tonight i need you to listen to the things i dont say.

c'est le ton qui fait la musique.

Ride that crescendo, frou frou, cause pain can only rise so high.

1.19.2010,11:06 PM

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I bury my face in your pillow (the one i never

washed) and scream my loneliness

into something tangible, like tears. The satin cover

is wrapped around my eyes so tightly

i can see nothing but the heavy curtain of

grey behind my shuttered lids.

The darkness pries open my lips,

amplifying the monotony of my

breaths and spreading them all all all

over the creases of our bedsheet,

in all all all directions of the room. As though

breaking the silence would prevent my heart

from breaking. Since something has to break

anyway.

its been two years and four days since

Poisedon took you away

and tonight (like all the other

nights) i need more than just me-

mories

c'est le ton qui fait la musique.

you should've waited for my goodbye

1.11.2010,9:21 PM

Curl your toes:

Whoopedums half of it is over now, and i'm just blissfully glad :-)

I remember all the hard nights, of which the most vivid memory was entering slumberland at 2am with the edges of my pillow still wet with tears, cause well... (if you dont know, then you dont need to know(: ) And then there was the writing pages after pages of lit notes, the most outstanding personal achievement being the completion of 20 full pages of WR (or was it MSND?) and running dry 2 new pens (heh heh:D). Those were the crazy days.

Then it was whambam 3 weeks of scurrying in and out of school nervously cramming last minute bits of info into our heads and mass praying in the hall and riding buses home only to hide my head under the covers and cry (*twice only, i swear) and bathing while reciting history/ss/bio facts aloud!

-I should add i cant really remember much about stalin now (Hitler's my fav:D) except for this odd bit about him killing 17 million horses to force farmers to use tractors instead. And turns out there werent enough tractors, silly poom-.-

-Nor can i remember much about potassium (lilac flame, group 1) or the stomach (distensible bag, pyloric sphincter) or the CRO (Freq=1/Period). Okay fine i do. HAHA.

But i digress, again. The whole point of this post was to go: :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D fwooshyippeeyaywhoohoo!

That's all, really.

And so i've learnt-- the dark horses should never be afraid, because sometimes one jump might be all it takes to fly.

Thank you <3

c'est le ton qui fait la musique

oh oh, we're halfway there, we're living on a prayer.

1.08.2010,7:33 PM

Happy twentyten :-)

Class chalet was a whizzbang!

Somehow, with graceys around, nothing turns dull... Or quiet, for that matter :D

Mornings were spent rolling about the bed in a decidedly drunken fashion/ snugging up on the downstairs mattresses trying to find a comfortable spot among the sea of heads and legs/ attempting to watch tv but finding our hands reaching for the wii games after a minute

Afternoons were spent playing guitar/band hero, getting free admission to serene+sufang's rock concert/ renting lousy bikes from the reception and cycling 17 k with the winds on our backs/ swimming and dripping chlorine all over the floor

Nights were spent barbuecing: setting the foilwrapped corn and potatoes on fire by accident, charring the otahs, boiling sausages/ watching tv and then progressing rather inevitably to wii *i think that was the point when i dislocated my shoulder while smashing the vball one too many times :-)/ jumping on beds and just talking and laughing

This post has no full stops, simply because something so fun should never have had to end, love (:

c'est le ton qui fait la musique.

shouldn't have had to chain happiness again/

12.30.2009,11:25 PM

手指间的回忆:

好久没有用华语写作了。

摘自赵凯《水仙花开》：

你要等到水仙花开/ 看那水中盛放朵朵洁白

你要等着我回来/ 回来给你最真的爱

我会等到水仙花开/ 阵阵清香洋溢在我脑海

你那无瑕的洁白/ 是我为你种的未来

我已经把你的精彩/ 化成记忆随身携带

我要化身一朵紫罗兰，乘风追赶阳光的翅膀；

让风吹散心中的惆怅，陪伴着我找一个属于我的地方，

寻找一个没有泪水的天堂。

新年快乐，我要快乐，我们总会快乐的。

c'est le ton qui fait la musique.
我就是你忠实的园丁，即使你宁可自由自在呼吸那一窗星星