Tell me -- How do you swallow another's soul? I need to fill this deep hunger. Is it of it that I partake when I inhale the same time you exhale and I taste the lingering sweetness... Are your thoughts made of the same intoxicating substance? Can you not know how mystery works to numb my mind? When. you. yourself. are. an. enigma. If I could I'll sew you to my bones. No- I'll eat you whole. Nothing less would do, except for you. To become a part of me.

Errhem. Hem Hem.

OHHHHHHHHH!!!!!..

I'm a happy teapot, short and stout.
bloated with tea leaves, milk and malt.
drink from the nozzle, or from a cup,
with gingerbread or madeleines, drink me up...HEY!
I'm a little teapot, gobblewobblstop,
yummypommweeflorriyammydot.
(:

one potato, two marshmallows, three of cherrypie,
sing a tummy full of pottypattymy.
Drink a drop of peter piper's pretty pepperpop,
pay a visit to the balloon man at the funny fun fair shop.

OOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
Heehee.
((:

Like an hourglass laid on its side, the crystals stuck forever in each half.
or so it seems.

there is a destiny more doomed than living either extremes: it's being stuck in between, bounded by inertia.
somehow at this point of time, given a line, I'll place the "you are here" dot right in the middle.
With hope, I could be all this and still be a maelstrom of crazy emotions.
But my head is now an empty street.
Lately I can't feel my bones; It's not my own skin I'm in.

Time and time again it strikes me, how the things that most fascinates us,
holds the most meaning for us, for the longest time,
are the things we can't put a name to, can't define.
Not so much for their elusiveness, because curiousity only spans so far;
(And the mind, the mind never fails to bring reasons good enough to let go when our heart knows it's forever beyond reach)
Rather, a presence intangible, incompassible, unforgettable.
A sudden glimpse, a flickered flame, a sudden whisper that says, "maybe it's time you stop trying to know what I am, and just experience this."
What's in a name?
just a name in itself.
We hold precious the things that seem most ephemeral, fickle and fragile.
Little do we know, it's the strings of wonder we tie to it that makes the very same thing unalterable, untainted and powerful, perennially for us.

I recently cleared my desk, and I was looking for a piece of rough paper to help visualise some calculations when I decided to use an old notebook. And I saw this:

If time could turn itself on its back
and paddle its way to the past
if it could hold its breath for once
and try to stop for us

if waves would hover near the sea line
cautious along the imagined locus
of a certain shape of sand,
to pause,
and wait like turtles
who live unseen for ages
on the ocean land

[could time then bend
like schools of fish do...
and sleep open-eyed
in the dark space too ...?]
--- I just added this part because I left it incomplete at that time. But it's all wrong and I think it's because it's difficult to be in the same frame of mind when you're no longer the same person you were.

I wrote it on the bus, judging from the handwriting. And probably almost 2years back.
Funny how time sprints-gallops-flies.
I've grown less dependant on time.
Some people say that the 4th dimension exists only as an intangible velocity of chronological space. Imagine how much you can achieve by finding some way to touch it, bend it, move it, change it.
I. don't. know.
But time changes everything.

Hi Posties, remember this??? (:













I added a rainbow (because everyone loves rainbows)

and there's a lollipop tree, a dark chocolate hershey's kisses tree, and a chocolate chip cookie-tree! mmm mmm!
and I added berries ripe-for-the-picking on the bushes, and flowers on the grass too!
PLUS mr mouse gets a hawaiian shirt because he seems like a hawaiian shirt kinda mouse don't you think? :D


















on a different note, today is mother's day, but child-less me got a present instead!
I'm feeling both elated and guilty at the same time.

Elated, of course, because Tam's extra phone that I've been using since my handphone was stolen isn't mine to call my own.
and guilty, because of the good money they spent on getting me a new phone without a plan even though my plan ends in around/less than a year.
Yes, I'm not a believer in paying so much when a spare phone works fine cos gadget-clueless me can't differentiate twitter from wifi. Plus, imagine how many books I can buy!

This is like the second time I got a phone bought for me without a plan, the first being the time Randy got me one for christmas in sec3 when my handphone spoiled, which is a bomb by the standards of my sec-school allowance.

Sigh. Where do all these people come from?
I'm a two-in-one package of guilt and happiness.

free book download alert!

Lee Child's thrillers are fun to read! Download a FREE copy of
his book "Persuader" here:
http://www.randomhouse.com/bantamdell/leechild/
this offer is only available till 19 May!
I've already saved a copy for reading after exams.
(:

till then...
*chants*
statistics is my best friend. statistics is my best friend.
help.