you have been amazing, and i am going to miss you.
and if it wasn't because of me being this bad with pictures as i am, i would have loved a photograph with you
:)
Until September,
T
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Saturday, June 28, 2008
moronosphere
it is now 10.37pm on a saturday night and there have been nothing from my usually cerebratory-induced brain thats got me a thing to say.
Today i had to go to work, and then i saw a good looking dog lying weak outside the mall's glass doors. Straggling, lost from it's owner, disoriented and probably very thirsty. Patrick was rationally suggestive regarding the remedial options of stray relief. But tis to be Singapoop, where SPCA is stray warrant and where straying mammality is submitted to eternal slumber. The dog's got nothing but animalistic optimism left now that all sources of hopeful reliance is gone. But for luck's sake and should the heavens permit that helpfuls or the owner of said stray "chance upon" thy blog:
Your handsome black dog is at Orchard Road.
Today i had to go to work, and then i saw a good looking dog lying weak outside the mall's glass doors. Straggling, lost from it's owner, disoriented and probably very thirsty. Patrick was rationally suggestive regarding the remedial options of stray relief. But tis to be Singapoop, where SPCA is stray warrant and where straying mammality is submitted to eternal slumber. The dog's got nothing but animalistic optimism left now that all sources of hopeful reliance is gone. But for luck's sake and should the heavens permit that helpfuls or the owner of said stray "chance upon" thy blog:
Your handsome black dog is at Orchard Road.
templar afterthoughts
....and have i already mentioned that the perfect man shouldn't have man-boobs
Sunday, June 22, 2008
a peculiar young teen wrote this
What do you see, chum? What do you see?
What are you thinking when you’re looking at me?
-a peculiar young teen, not very wise
uncertain, conceited, with far-away eyes.
Who ignores when you call, and makes no reply
When you say in a loud-voice “young highness, benign”
Who seems not to bother the things that you do
And forever is tactless, cold-blooded and cruel
Who reluctant or not, goes against your will
Is that what you’re thinking? Is that what you see?
She’s broken, anon, she’s torn, she’s unreal.
Open your eyes now, you’re not looking at me
I’ll tell you who I am as I sit here so still
Exasperation within me, the hunger to kill
a small child at five, so loved and revised
sweet as a candy, innocence entice
A growing soul at eight, no reasons to cry
Some reasons to fight, some tears; I hide
A rebel for a cause, I’m bad, I’m eleven
Like serpents in hiding, so latent, so driven.
A young girl at fifteen, with wings on her feet
Dreaming soon now, a lover she’ll meet
Alluring, so young. She shines like a star
One ticker away, from the getaway car
Inside she crumbles, innocence departs
There is now a stone, where she once had a heart.
The swain in you, like a fool in the swine
Regret befalls me, emotions untwine
Within this façade, the little girl dwells
Now and again, my battered heart swells.
Time’s too little, all’s gone too fast
I’ll accept the stark fact that nothing will last
So open your eyes, fool, open and see.
Not a peculiar young teen, look closer.. see ME
What are you thinking when you’re looking at me?
-a peculiar young teen, not very wise
uncertain, conceited, with far-away eyes.
Who ignores when you call, and makes no reply
When you say in a loud-voice “young highness, benign”
Who seems not to bother the things that you do
And forever is tactless, cold-blooded and cruel
Who reluctant or not, goes against your will
Is that what you’re thinking? Is that what you see?
She’s broken, anon, she’s torn, she’s unreal.
Open your eyes now, you’re not looking at me
I’ll tell you who I am as I sit here so still
Exasperation within me, the hunger to kill
a small child at five, so loved and revised
sweet as a candy, innocence entice
A growing soul at eight, no reasons to cry
Some reasons to fight, some tears; I hide
A rebel for a cause, I’m bad, I’m eleven
Like serpents in hiding, so latent, so driven.
A young girl at fifteen, with wings on her feet
Dreaming soon now, a lover she’ll meet
Alluring, so young. She shines like a star
One ticker away, from the getaway car
Inside she crumbles, innocence departs
There is now a stone, where she once had a heart.
The swain in you, like a fool in the swine
Regret befalls me, emotions untwine
Within this façade, the little girl dwells
Now and again, my battered heart swells.
Time’s too little, all’s gone too fast
I’ll accept the stark fact that nothing will last
So open your eyes, fool, open and see.
Not a peculiar young teen, look closer.. see ME
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
thank you..
"[Fwd: CLEO FRESHLOOK Special]
Guys, please help vote for Tia. Please use below as a template,substiuting your own details for mine. Please feel free to ask your friends to vote as well.John/Delin, if you think anyone in your client organisation will vote, by all means.- jeff "
if winning meant this much of a friend.
i have won just about enough.
:)
souls sinkin' like stones (all before you)
it all begins with the letter E;
where T would last abide
your love is an ephemeral truth,
and you are but a lie
(clue: e _ k _ _ a t)
Monday, June 16, 2008
Thursday, June 12, 2008
the unedited.
the original:
Just last week, a seemingly usual conversation with this British cutie from school whom i have been crushing on forever led to the discussion of ethnicities which made me comment on how asian most people have always thought i looked. To which my speech was being halted by my crush's hilarious reaction, all wide-eyed and bewildered, going 'NO WAY, but... but.. but your eyes! They're Sparkling Crystal Brown!' Tickling my funny bones, barely being able to reply albeit amidst bags of giggles, i said 'haha oh.. its.. uhm.. my brand new coloured contacts.'
He have never stopped noticing my eyes from then, and everytime we speak, still curious as to whether those 'Sparkling Crystal Brown' pupils are the resulting products of my brand new CIBA VISION FRESHLOOK cosmetic contact lenses.How curious, you ask? SO curious that he's finally asking me out for a movie date for the weekend just so that he could examine my brown coloured pupils a lil more! Date #1? Scored!
Just last week, a seemingly usual conversation with this British cutie from school whom i have been crushing on forever led to the discussion of ethnicities which made me comment on how asian most people have always thought i looked. To which my speech was being halted by my crush's hilarious reaction, all wide-eyed and bewildered, going 'NO WAY, but... but.. but your eyes! They're Sparkling Crystal Brown!' Tickling my funny bones, barely being able to reply albeit amidst bags of giggles, i said 'haha oh.. its.. uhm.. my brand new coloured contacts.'
He have never stopped noticing my eyes from then, and everytime we speak, still curious as to whether those 'Sparkling Crystal Brown' pupils are the resulting products of my brand new CIBA VISION FRESHLOOK cosmetic contact lenses.How curious, you ask? SO curious that he's finally asking me out for a movie date for the weekend just so that he could examine my brown coloured pupils a lil more! Date #1? Scored!
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
long may it stay this way..
the weather Gods and the celestial watchdog seem to have kept a close guard over this iffy climate before bucketfulls of rain were sent my way this pretty first evening home from Phuket.
drizzles, occasional rain, calm seas, light winds
relaxed little paces, so simple.
nothing flashy, no blings.
so quiet, so safe.
walking, eating, walking, eating.
letting it all go by ..
wishing for all my times away with the camera that two photographs of the same pretty beach wasn't all that my nonexistent photographic skills could give.
drizzles, occasional rain, calm seas, light winds
relaxed little paces, so simple.
nothing flashy, no blings.
so quiet, so safe.
walking, eating, walking, eating.
letting it all go by ..
wishing for all my times away with the camera that two photographs of the same pretty beach wasn't all that my nonexistent photographic skills could give.
Saturday, June 7, 2008
my only sunshine
Monday, June 2, 2008
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