If you are the ghost of Christmas past/ Then won't you stay the night
Two more weeks and I’ll be outta here
This semester is taking a little too long x
April 2013
1 post
March 2013
2 posts
a d r i f t
i’ve got to want this more
i’ve got to have what it takes
i’ve got to get out of this sleepy haze
paradise / all was well
Awhile ago, me and my bud Bryan explored an abandoned hospital after brunch nearby and we were fascinated by the place and the remnants of its past- cold, hidden cells that housed darkness and through the broken brick outlines, one could almost make out the individual wards of the past. The place felt like a scene out of The Walking Dead and that was a pretty bizarre thrill for me.
The last picture of Bryan is probably my favourite shot out of the lot, and it really inspires me, just as how I’m inspired by him, as a person. Cheers to a newly found friendship! Xx
February 2013
3 posts
recess
It’s finally the recess and I’m thankful that i can take a tiny breather.
The past term had been difficult one filled with doubts of who I am and what I really want to do with my life. Sometimes it gets especially tough when my mind’s here but my heart’s miles away.
“Jesus, I’m not going to be one of those people who sits around talking about what they’re going to do. I’m just gonna do it. Imaging the future is a kind of nostalgia.”
恭喜发财 新年快乐
希望今年 万事如意
brutally honest
then, it seemed selfish
to withhold a part of me
from you
the things i loved
became a part of you
they’re never wholly mine again
now, i’m relieved
though you’re gone
this part of me remains.
January 2013
11 posts
Of love lost, alleys and long walks
“Behind my carefully buttoned collar is my nakedness, the struggle to find clean clothes, food, meaning, and money. Behind sex is rage, behind anger is love, behind this moment is silence, years of silence.”
all the lives i am not living
the school term has started
increasingly,
i feel a need for a strong validation of my existence
perhaps, sometimes
i can hear my bones straining under the weight
of all the lives i am not living.
I Want You With Me
I won’t forget the things you said
That’s dancing and singing inside my head
You’ve always known you’re not alone
no strangers here
Dinner at The Marmalade Pantry with E
We haven’t met in ages, but it was so easy
Taking up where we last left off
We’re no strangers here
day out with H
a wild goose chase across the island
for a closed bakery
we had fun though
The Plain.
Dear room,
You seem differnt.
But then again,
So do I.
Careful dreaming with G & L at The Plain. today.
We talked about the what-ifs, maybes & perhaps.
Foxes
Foxes for breakfast
Chases away
Butterflies in my stomach
A sentimental mood is
a) a private thing b) a strange kind of comfort c) unable to say farewell to an unforgettable time
I love waking up to white.
s k y v e
brunch at skyve elementary bar & bistro;
an elementary school now converted into a bar & bistro
what a quirky setting for some eggs benny
accessories maketh the (wo)man
new zara hues for my wardrobe.
November 2012
3 posts
You know that place between sleep and awake?
That place where you can still remember dreaming?
That’s where I’ll always love you… Peter Pan.
That’s where I’ll be waiting.
You got lost, lost through the night
Tell me you’ll feel better when you’re sleeping through the day
& I’l tell you how’d you miss it when you wake
r a i n
“Who can really distinguish between the sea and what’s reflected in it? Or tell the difference between the falling rain and loneliness?”
