Eyes Tightly Shut

what’s playing::You’re All I Have – Snow Patrol::
moodflash:: woozy

I think sparrows go through the whole she-bang of mating rituals ala homosapiens. At the benches, with relaively cool air conjuring up goosebumps on my skin, a movement catches my eye. A sparrow couple hopping together, in circles, one after the other. How nice, the world loves.

As do I.

It’s pretty hard to concentrate when you not only lack sleep, but your mind is working overtime from coming up with far from enough ideas.

I’m simply not cut out for creative design. So now please tell me why it takes me a module of shit grades to tell me that? I’m now questioning the wisdom of over-confidence and a sense of misplaced belief of invincibility. Never shall I do this again.

How should I go about revamping a newspaper layout?
Help me lah, anybody. ♥

[tire, tires, tired]

What a Difference Rain Makes

what’s playing::Like We’ve Never Loved Before – Faith Hill & Tim McGraw::
moodflash:: refreshed and geeky

How irresponsible, how disappointing.
How generous, how loving.
A world where incongruency is theme,
It’s the small things that truly matter.

Moving on…

Rain really perks up one’s mood!
The low rumbling of thunder brings with it the promise of cool breeze – something long overdue.

It seems that I am taking 7 modules after all, cuz according to laine, my last module is one that takes place almost every night when I trip along to the boyfriend’s place. Well, this is one module I’m happy to take on, no problem! ♥

[cool weather calls for hugs]

Overwhelming

what’s playing::Music Box – Mariah Carey::
moodflash:: contented

When I am lost
You shine a light for me and set me free
When I am low
You wash away my tears
And take me through

The loneliness
And emptiness
Through the darkest night
Somehow I survive
Through it all

When you tell me I’m the only one you need
Sweet and tenderly
And your love
Breaks away the clouds surrounding me
All I have I want to give to thee

If I should fall
Your love is strong enough to lift me up
If I’m afraid
You chase away my fears
And take me to

A brighter place
Beyond the rain
And I feel alright
Because you’re by my side
Through it all

When you tell me I’m the only one you need
Sweet and tenderly
And your love
Breaks away the clouds surrounding me
All I have I want to give to thee

You take me through
The loneliness and emptiness
And I feel alright
‘Cause you’re by my side

Through it all
You tell me I’m the only one you need
Sweet and tenderly
And your love
Just breaks away the clouds surrounding me
And baby all I have I want to give to thee

Want to give you all of my love
Now and forever my love
All I have are all i give to thee

Back to the grounded world of books I shall sink. ♥

[mug]

Heh Heh Heh

what’s playing:: C’est Si Bon – Eartha Kitt
moodflash: amused

I shall pretty much refrain (to the best of my ability) from saying that Engineering students (collectively) are dull, unfunny and altogether uninspired people. I wonder who the bald lecturer would be?

[ha ha ha]

Muses, to me!

what’s playing::Nature Boy – David Bowie::
moodflash:: perky

I wish I may
I wish I might
Have a muse
A-visiting me tonight
To fluorish me wih inspiration
So insipidity cannot put up a fight
As dreams fill me with cotton candy
Pray I tonight a sleep so tight.

And verily so. ♥

[sleep claim me as thine lover]

Pain of Painkillers

what’s playing::Move Along – All American Rejects::
moodflash:: groggy

I’m allergic to Asprin.

It’s pretty official.

After two swollen eyes after a dose of Asprin, one realises that this relation could not be a coincidence.

And a newfound fact of the day is that oone should not be mixing antihistamins together in the hope that the swelling would subside faster. Afterall, the antihistamins are apparantly some sort of relaxants and the effect after taking more than necessary is that one becomes very drowsy and lethargic. But again, that may be the natural laziness talking.

Had an enjoyable night’s out with the girls on Saturday with resulted in a night of *ahem* debauchery. Alright, maybe I’m exagerrating. However, one must admit that chocolate and a heady brew of shots does take one to an unnatural high. And I’m not complaining. New Asia Bar has quite a pretty view, and if not for the fog smog mist haze that has been hanging over our teensy island, I’m sure the spectacular feeling would jump. It’s surreal, really, it’s as if you’re standing on the top of the world and if I were to describe this literally, there’s plenty of room at the top. ;p ♥

[some wool clearing from the head is in order]

Dun Wanna

what’s playing::try – liv
moodflash:: bothered

Don’t wanna work groups again.
Don’t wanna be nice anymore.

I should think I need to learn sensitivity to nuances.
But, do excuse me if I miss them.
For I am unable to read your mind.
So please, don’t judge me, even silently.

Maybe I’m hypersensitive.
Down you senses! ♥

[away, away you]

Little Hero

what’s playing::Something About You – Five For Fighting::
moodflash:: peaceful

I never knew anaesthetic could make one high. And I wonder if that effect can be replicated through any other (legal) drugs or food concoctions? I’m not so sure that chocolate could do that. Maybe Rum and Raisin ice cream would do the trick. Ah… I’m wishing for Rum and Raisin ice cream right NOW! Won’t some angel float by and drop it into my lap? I’ll have a spoon waiting, I promise!

Some time over 6 hours, 9 stanzas of what could be termed poetry was churned out. And all about food. Not that fantastic to me (but again, the author of a craft is usually dissatisfied) but satisfying in that I did a decent job out of it. Afterall, how easy can it be to wax lyrical about food? (And if I hear a whisper of “Easy what!”, I shall zoom over and crack the offender’s head with a heavy saucepan.

Amazement as I have never felt yet filled me when I cast my eye on sketches of little figures. Warmth grew in me like a budding seed till I felt like I could burst. Such pride I felt that I could not word it coherently beyond “You’re amazing!” And that in no way expressed fully what I felt. Considering the circumstances the hero was under, such a feat only cemented my affection for him more so than before.

Grasped by a sudden yearning to watch Grey’s Anatomy all over again!

Sigh.

But to King Lear’s call I must heed
Or never again shall I proceed. ♥

[taking my breath away]

Bad Air Days

what’s playing::Hold Me Now – Wayne Wonder::
moodflash:: pensive

When I first heard this song about 2 years back, it was during a movie of “50 First Dates”. The moment was revisited recently, complete with the same movie companion and all, and I realised that time has whizzed past, and many things had happened in between. I think to myself “Where has all the time gone? Looking at this figuratively, indeed. Does time go behind us, ahead of us, or stay in the exact same position it always was in.

It’s been quite a long time since I actually had the time and effort to catch a breather. But in retrospect, I haven’t been busy much, really. And yet I have been – how bizaare.

It seems as if I have been looking at the world through a really foggy looking glass lately. At one point in time, it felt rather appropriate to take out my eye and wash it – just in the hope of seeing clearly again. Of course I didn’t – that would blind me. Initially, the smoky smell and the dimness of air was a novelty, and as it drags on and on, worsening by the minute, I can’t help but let my mind go on trips of imaginations to places other than where I am.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath – the woody smell goes to my head and clear pine air pierces my nose. I open my eyes to see the world washed aglow with green. I am standing in the midst of a mysterious forest assualting my senses with the colours green, gold, brown. With each step I take, the clouds part for my feet and close up behind them. A path seems to open ahead, partially hidden by swaying branches and shadows of leaves. Yet it beckons and I step ahead. I close my eyes and take a deep breath – the woody smell goes to my head and warm air engulfs me. I open my eyes to see the world submerged in grey.

I close my eyes again and take a deep breath – the woody smell goes to my head and cold hair makes my hair billow around my face. I open my eyes to see the world submerged in grey. The sounds of the foghorn rings in the distance, resounding through my mind even as mufflers shield my ears from the biting cold. My nose is red and my cheeks are rosy, and I rub my gloved hands to gain a little more warmth. The world is hiding from me as I indulge in a game of hide and seek with its inhabitants. Someone catches my hand and laughter fills the air. In the misty evening, I twirl around, hair swingly wildly and freely. The coldness lessens as I fall against the other, and the evening seems less lonely and dim than before. I close my eyes again and take a deep breath – the woody smell goes to my head and warm air drags me into its embrace. I open my eyes to see the world submerged in grey.

I close my eyes again and take a deep breath – the woody smell goes to my head and warm water beats gently against my skin. I open my eyes to see the world enveloped in rising smoke. The air is scented with herbs and all that is good. I look up to see clear blue sky, with birds screaming out their greetings and threats to one another. Mini waves lap at my skin as I lie back and rest my head against cold rock. The contrast of hot and cold resonates in myself, and I shiver in bliss. I close my eyes again and take a deep breath – the woody smell goes to my head and the heat of day beats down on me. I open my eyes to see my world enveloped in grey.

When I walk on through the journey of life, sometimes burdened with sorrow, beaten by doubts and hit by obstacles, who will be there to walk me through and hold my hand?
When I walk on through the journey of life, sometimes showered with blessings, filled with joy and taken into the arms of grace, who will be there to walk me through and hold my hand?

I want you to.
And there are so many “yous” I want.
So if I prioritise the “yous” and you don’t come first, that doesn’t really mean you are less to me.
Balance in life once seemed easy to me, but it seems that I may have to eat my own words for now. ♥

[I love and I give - but it's because you do too]