Time together is just never quite enough
When we're apart whatever are you thinking of?
What will it take to make or break this hint of love?
So tell me darling, do you wish we'd fall in love?
All the time.
You make me think in cliches.
A minute without you is a minute gone to waste.
I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you.
You make me wanna love, you make me wanna fall, you make me wanna, surrender my soul.
There's only 1 way 2 do 3 words 4 you.
To Danil:
You called me short, I called you blind. That was how it started.
We've spent the past ten months, talking online deep into the night, texting about 70 smses a day (this isn't an exaggeration), occasionally calling to say "I love you".
I'd always sworn to myself that never would I want to be in love, 'cause it hurts far too much.
But you, you proved me wrong about that.
I've never confided so much into another person before, never.
June 2010 is an eternity away.
And yes, I was afraid at first. But now I've realized that there isn't anything to fear.
You're an addiction, a drug, a balm, all at the same time. You soothe me, you make me crave for you, you heal my wounds with just a smile.
I shall borrow a quote from the movie Stardust:
Yvaine: You know when I said I knew little about love? That wasn't true. I know a lot about love. I've seen it, centuries and centuries of it, and it was the only thing that made watching your world bearable. All those wars. Pain, lies, hate... It made me want to turn away and never look down again. But when I see the way that mankind loves... You could search to the furthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more beautiful. So yes, I know that love is unconditional. But I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing, and... What I'm trying to say, Tristan is... I think I love you. Is this love, Tristan? I never imagined I'd know it for myself. My heart... It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it's trying to escape because it doesn't belong to me any more. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I'd wish for nothing in exchange - no gifts. No goods. No demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you loved me too. Just your heart, in exchange for mine.
Sayang, I just love you so much, that even words just aren't enough. Bear in mind this is coming from the girl who's the top scorer in English class. ;)
Danil Izwan bin Zulkifli: aku cinta kamu.
YES DANIL, YOU DOOF, THAT ENTRY WAS MEANT
FOR "TRISTAN". HAPPY?!
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Well you are up so high
How can you save me when the dark comes here tonight
To take me up to my front walk, and into the bed
Where it kisses my face, and eats my head
"Sometimes, at night, he couldn't help himself. He would move to his home screen and ring Laurel. Invariably her eyes would narrow when she saw who it was. Then she would hang up.
And Trager would sit in a dark room and recall how once the sound of his voice made her so very, very happy.
Of all the bright cruel lies they tell you, the cruelest is the one called love."
- Meathouse Man, by George R. R. Martin
Sunday, November 15, 2009
So, for this week...
I've watched two movies:
Paranormal Activity
and
Jennifer's Body.
Watched Paranormal Activity with Keith. The movie was AWESOME. Really scary and suspenseful. Just that the audience I was with consisted of shrieky girls, who with every footstep and banging door, would scream in ever-increasing decibels and let loose a whole slew of vulgarities. Amusing.
The Jennifer's Body part comes during the graduation lunch bit.
So. Graduation Lunch cum Etiquette Lesson.
Or, as we girls like to call it, our prom.
I woke up close to 9 and was nagged at by my mum. Flew out of bed, bathed, got into my dress, then let mum make up my face. Grabbed a coat and borrowed a silver bag from my mum, then my uncle sent me to Jurong Point so that I could meet with the girls at the interchange.
From there, we walked to Safra.
All of us made a detour to the Ladies':
Then headed upstairs to the Joy Garden ballroom, where we registered ourselves and sat at our assigned tables.
Some sort of concoction was served: lemon drinks, I think.
We (HEARRT) shared tables with Irsyad, Eugene, Boris and Karti.
There was a long speech made by our principal, Miss Tham, then our guest-of-honor, Ms Samantha Chia, made another speech too. We were also given a lesson on proper dining and etiquette. HONESTLY. An etiquette lesson during our PROM?!
Then the food arrived.
Bread and butter was...er, remarkably unremarkable.
Soup was probably from Campbell's.
I only ate the watermelon in the salad.
The fish and chips were cold. The fish tasted more like chicken and some bits were undercooked. The chips couldn't be skewered by our forks.
Mango pudding wasn't too bad, I liked it actually. But the condensed milk that came with it and was supposed to be eaten with the pudding was extremely sweet - even for me, the soon-to-be-diabetic.
The tea was horribly bitter. I threw it a coffee creamer and three packets of sugar, after which it tasted horribly sweet. Gave up.
During the meal, the teachers made speeches about their classes, we played table games, and a few musical talents performed acoustic sets onstage.
We left shortly after the entire lunch ended, at around 2.30.
Headed down to the lobby area and bought a Patrick balloon filled with helium.
I looked dumb.
The balloon is obscene. See my picture? Look at the where the string is tied around. That's right, Patrick the Starfish has, uh, a manhood. We're holding a balloon by the string, which is tied around Patrick's, um, thing.
Gawd.
Headed to Jurong Point, intending to watch Paranormal Activity (again, for me) with the girls. Unfortunately, timings were out and there was a possibility they'd check our ICs. Feezzah wasn't 16, and so we decided to head to West Mall instead because 2012 bookings were full. Rab had to leave, too.
So we took the train heading to Joo Koon so that we'd get seats, and that was when we started playing with the helium balloon. I had to give a blowjob to the balloon in order to suck the helium out. Gives the term "blowjob" a whole new meaning.
We all tried the helium and talked, and laughed very loud. My voice was the best, according to them, because I really sounded like a baby. ><
I got scolded by an old lady cradling a child, who told us to "Behave yourselves". Sorry!
Alighted at Jurong East and took the train to Westmall. We managed to get tickets for...
Jennifer's Body.
Dammit, it was one lousy movie. Stupid and dumb and plotless and pointless and utterly, completely ridiculous. The girls found it okay though. The only bit I actually liked about the show was how they made fun of struggling rock bands. Not to mention how awesome the soundtrack was.
After the movie we all headed home.
For an event that was supposed to mark the end of an educational period of our lives, it wasn't very memorable.