...

i'm so fucking tired.

perchance to dream

To die, to sleep-
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to - 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep-
To sleep, perchance to dream.

Hamlet
Act III Scene I, l 60-65

there's nothing funny left to say

blood as bloches on white and blue tiles.
blood cogulating in patches on white and blue tiles.
blood as a thin line trickling on skin.
skin on skin.

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Save me from drowning in the sea
Beat me up on the beach
What a lovely holiday
There's nothing funny left to say
The Road to Mandalay- Robbie Williams

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and grandma will have some stories.

of flying

to fly away

bliss was so yesterday

cynism is the order of the day.

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the walk to the car park where the air seems so fresh and crisp that it's piercing through your lungs and every breath is a transcient puff

we took a cab to fisherman's village

picture this, side by side with our legs rested on the opposite chairs like lounging on some beach chairs and opposite us was the sea and some island (i don't know what name)

sureality was the order of yesterday.

public holidays

i will never ever go to town on a public holiday,

but,

i liked walking alone in the crowd.

wanderlust

living is exploring.

back here

i'm back.
revived 2 blogs.
***

i'm back because i need a space to type ambiguous one liners.

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to stand still while others find the chances, courage and strength to go on.

i often think of a lady who used to walk her dog.

it is time that makes us old.

the radio plays lovely songs and there's no reason not to listen.

wanted to change while the sky was still pitch black.

if not i would slip in unintrusively through the left side door and take the seat behind the old man with the black plastic glasses who would be seated behind the woman with fluffy short hair, perpetually clutching her prayer books, togged in a cheap tee-shirt and a flare skirt. and on ocassion i would sit in between them.

but that was so yesterday.

my dad drove me to school today.

breathing.

buying a scapula.

*stressed*

i'm so happy that today is saturday

often enough..

i dream of a paradise of a life where we can do what we like and we are not bound by the rules of society or live in the confines of words and their meanings.
my writing sucks lah.

i don't want to live in chains. come away with me.
i'll show you things you never knew.

bah

yes, i'm going to delete someone off my MSN.
:)

had a seafood dinner at jumbo with family and relatives. was nice.

suddenly aware that i have alot to do.

this sucks.

i THINK...

i'm going to do badly for my maths test.
that i have to start to "piah" everything- all my assignments.

hmm.. he invited me to his cousin's wedding, dithering about whether or not to go for it.
crown prince hotel!

my mum's working overtime.. the house is empty and permeated with baygon spray that my dad used liberally while trying to send mosquitoes to their deaths.

this blog is boring and i apologise.

my public blog

well, this is my public blog.
pretty bare since i've just kick-started, but maybe it'll get better in time?

and for today.
it's a small world after all.