fixing a hole

working has been abit of a shitsperience, cos im really not one for supervision and eagle eyes and chores and having to be pretend to be busy at all times when really all i want to do is to melt into my chair or do wordsearch forever. but then theres the msn, and i really like to sit at my table and spy with my little eye the people in the office. its wonderfully different from reliefteaching, very nice to see people slap on smiles and make cold calls, bosses upping morales using the stupidest ways, and just TRYING SO HARDDDD. ey how la, i really dont want to be IN these things. its different as a tempstaff, definitely, cos youre not working towards anything but the end of your term; but the rest are working for commission and rewards and acknowledgement. veryyy disturbing !

we should all live in our own caves (or islands). WHY MUST WORK ONE.

once you knew a girl and you named her Lover

now i believe that lovers should be draped in flowers,
and laid entwined together on a bed of clovers,
and left there to sleep,
left there to dream of their happiness.

omg bright eyes damn lovely !

♥

♥

and you said, “this is the first day of my life
im glad i didnt die before I met you
but now i dont care i could go anywhere with you
and id probably be happy.”

id either gone batshit crazy from a deskbound job, or im just in some sappy romanticky mood. must be the latenight tauhuay, and indyjones and weekend/non-workdays(: totally cannot wait for aug8 nowwww. how is it possible that id only clocked 2 official workdays !

NOTE TO SELF

DO NOT,

DO NOT GET A DESKBOUND JOB. BE A GYPSY, BE A NOMAD.

dear friends, please remind. thanks.

this is the story of your red right ankle

and how it came to meet your leg
and how the muscle, bone, and sinews tangled
and how the skin was softly shed
and how it whispered, “oh, adhere to me
for we are bound by symmetry
and whatever differences our lives have been
we together make a limb”
this is the story of your red right ankle

oh, it was a funny little thing

POST-FINALS ARE SO WICKED

dinners and town-trips and window-shopping all. things id been doing since sec2 really, but the companys been oh-so-good; and this time id been doing all the airyfairy thingums toooo like nighttime botanic gardens picnics and yelling sessions at kbox (hahaha, surprise surprise la) and really, discounting the fact that ive to moneywhore cos of paris (PARIS PARIS PARIS !!)– AHH CANNOT WAIT CANNOT WAITTT hahahaahahaa i get so lightheaded just thinking about exchange.

cannot wait to leave alot of things behind, to breathe new air and hang out with lye su yin 24/7 and eat baguettes and be poor and freeze to death on les rues parisiennes and i dont know, i think most of the time all i really want to do is to take off. not that singapore isnt great, but paris is going to be so awesome. i know this is probably SUPER TABOO and i shouldnt be jeopardizing by having such rocket-high expectations, but AIYA DONT CARE I KNOW PARIS IS GOING TO ROCK MY SOCKS

haha ohh im highhh(:

as far as I can see
all time and circuitry
is wrong
as far as poetry
ait down and sing to me
a song
its all
i want in this world
all I want in this world
is for you to come home
a spell a rebel yell

okay berger, i hear you.

fascination, fascination, its just the way we feel

i like to break jacobs crackers, a great giant split in the middle, then put the two pieces back together and feel them fit exactly into each other (you feel them click to form-fitting perfection).

studying had been as sluggish as the stupid weather. 2 more ! go si.