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☆ V V E - Love is only a feeling
31 March 2015 @ 03:36 pm
15 May 2013 @ 01:47 am
The scab that hasn't entirely been healed.
Pick on it.
Pick on it too much, now it's an open wound.
It starts smarting,
Continue digging into it with only the tip of your nails.
That white stuff
You have to claw past that.
You can't stop now--pulsating with adrenaline.
Light a cigarette
Smoke till the last drag
Put it out in my wrist
My heart:
Pumping so furiously
I need to get to that
All that dark viscous liquid... The blood
The anguish
The anxiety
The pain
The lachrymose
The dark memories of good memories it used to hold
The last birthday
The last anniversary
The last song we sang
The last time I saw your face
The last breath I take
Current Location: US, New York, E 6 St, 625
18 April 2013 @ 06:10 pm
What is this loneliness I feel?
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Current Location: 40.7665,-73.9531
22 October 2012 @ 11:24 am
1. Flipping the pages of a book
2. Crescendo of music
3. The dead silence in that instant a vehicle stalls
4. Roar of restarting the engine
5. Wheels of a luggage on the road
6. Almost inaudible drizzle
7. Gulps
8. Crisp of dried up leaves under your feet
9. Flapping of wings
10. Growls in the stomach
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-1. Cutlery skidding across a glass plate
-2. Motorcycles
-3. Gunshot (heard it once in Paris)
-4. Popping champagne bottles
-5. Staccato in music
-6. Pronunciation of "R" in French
-7. Bells
-8. Creak on the stairs
-9. My alarm
-10. Dragging chairs
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Current Location: France, Île-de-France,Paris,Paris,Paris, Paris
10 April 2012 @ 01:02 am
Upsetting to say the least.
I can't seem to get my mind off things... that may not be necessarily true.
This surge of melancholy is unbearable.
Ok I've lost it.
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Current Location: Singapore, West Coast Village, Pandan Valley
09 August 2011 @ 08:08 pm
I wish a gust of tornado would encircle me because I haven't been swept off my feet in a long time coming, take me somewhere I haven't been.
I could live in solitude (could I?) somewhere quiet, sit at a cafe by the roadside, sipping tea, reading English classics, watching people walk their dogs, draw in my sketchbook. Head home, stain my glass windows, do some stenciling, fill the tub with water and lie in it all day with my clothes on. Type a manuscript on an ancient typewriter, tear the pages out everytime I make a mistake, throw them on the floor, crushing them with my hands sometimes, leaving the bathroom in a mess. That would be perfect for me at this moment in time.
I could live in solitude (could I?) somewhere quiet, sit at a cafe by the roadside, sipping tea, reading English classics, watching people walk their dogs, draw in my sketchbook. Head home, stain my glass windows, do some stenciling, fill the tub with water and lie in it all day with my clothes on. Type a manuscript on an ancient typewriter, tear the pages out everytime I make a mistake, throw them on the floor, crushing them with my hands sometimes, leaving the bathroom in a mess. That would be perfect for me at this moment in time.
31 July 2011 @ 09:10 pm
30 July 2011 @ 04:13 am
I love quiet time on my own. But as the days go by, it becomes more apparent that the distance between the goals I set out to achieve and what I'm reaping lies a huge gap. What I mean isn't even based on monetary benefits (well a small portion of it), but of emotions and intellect.
I made a promise that when I'm out of Singapore, I will continue writing, even simple things like blogging. Keep those juices flowing. But no, instead of doing what I was supposed to do, I whine, I bum, I chain-watch TV series on the internet. And although my Cantonese has improved ten-fold from all that drama watching, my English has deteriorated beyond imagination. It's shocking, terrifying even, since I used to pride myself with my command of the language.
I was trying to milk this trip, to get in touch with myself. But so far I've realized that I feel so much like an exoskeleton. Just going through the motions. However strong emotions I felt was displayed all on the surface and blew over in a blink of the eye. What is it? What is going on? Am I isolating my true self from an unfamiliar environment? Why is there such a huge wall built for defence? What is there to defend? Is it that beneath my feisty and daredevil veneer lies a meek sheep hoping to be fed and tended to? Do I secretly wish that there was someone to fight my battles for me?
I made a promise that when I'm out of Singapore, I will continue writing, even simple things like blogging. Keep those juices flowing. But no, instead of doing what I was supposed to do, I whine, I bum, I chain-watch TV series on the internet. And although my Cantonese has improved ten-fold from all that drama watching, my English has deteriorated beyond imagination. It's shocking, terrifying even, since I used to pride myself with my command of the language.
I was trying to milk this trip, to get in touch with myself. But so far I've realized that I feel so much like an exoskeleton. Just going through the motions. However strong emotions I felt was displayed all on the surface and blew over in a blink of the eye. What is it? What is going on? Am I isolating my true self from an unfamiliar environment? Why is there such a huge wall built for defence? What is there to defend? Is it that beneath my feisty and daredevil veneer lies a meek sheep hoping to be fed and tended to? Do I secretly wish that there was someone to fight my battles for me?
I don't know, I might never find the answers to these questions...
I'm just thankful that I did meet wonderful people here in Shanghai, and through the month my friends and family have been nothing short of supportive and loving.
07 July 2011 @ 01:43 am
如果今天将失去 眼前的一切
剩低清风两袖也不计
唯独你一个是不可给取替
是我生命里的一切
如早知今生跟你 有幸可相爱
在当初应更努力为未来
其实我知道 是可一不可再
下半生准我留住你 一直相爱
曾听说有许多恋爱 没有结果
却剩伤心者感慨
令我都刻意避开
是我不敢相信真爱
但你不惜真心真意对待
竟令我再感到意外
让我献出同样的爱 全面喝采
如果今天将失去 眼前的一切
剩低清风两袖也不计
唯独你一个是不可给取替
是我生命里的一切 wooh
如早知今生跟你 有幸可相爱
在当初应更努力为未来
其实我知道 是可一不可再
下半生准我留住你 一直相爱
其实我知道 是可一不可再
下半生准我留住你 一直相爱
剩低清风两袖也不计
唯独你一个是不可给取替
是我生命里的一切
如早知今生跟你 有幸可相爱
在当初应更努力为未来
其实我知道 是可一不可再
下半生准我留住你 一直相爱
曾听说有许多恋爱 没有结果
却剩伤心者感慨
令我都刻意避开
是我不敢相信真爱
但你不惜真心真意对待
竟令我再感到意外
让我献出同样的爱 全面喝采
如果今天将失去 眼前的一切
剩低清风两袖也不计
唯独你一个是不可给取替
是我生命里的一切 wooh
如早知今生跟你 有幸可相爱
在当初应更努力为未来
其实我知道 是可一不可再
下半生准我留住你 一直相爱
其实我知道 是可一不可再
下半生准我留住你 一直相爱
05 July 2011 @ 01:17 am
I can't believe that I'm writing this down
I can't believe I've got you in a song
I don't want to be a whining girl
I'd rather not be in your world
I stole a magazine from a Laundromat
The posters in the bag they were breaking my back
All I wanted was a bench to rest my weary legs
I sat and had a greet, I have done my best
I'll get my operation on the N.H.S
Will it cure my blushes will it bring out my best?
Some will say I was a woman pretending to be a girl
I will make no comment of this I've had my fill
This can't go on
When is it going to stop?
You casually walked back to your room tonight
Take the flight of stairs and softly dim the light
Fantasize about how happy you'd be with a girl tonight
I don't want to see you down
I don't want to see you hanging around
I don't want to see you down
I don't want to see you hanging around
I can't believe I've got you in a song
I don't want to be a whining girl
I'd rather not be in your world
I stole a magazine from a Laundromat
The posters in the bag they were breaking my back
All I wanted was a bench to rest my weary legs
I sat and had a greet, I have done my best
I'll get my operation on the N.H.S
Will it cure my blushes will it bring out my best?
Some will say I was a woman pretending to be a girl
I will make no comment of this I've had my fill
This can't go on
When is it going to stop?
You casually walked back to your room tonight
Take the flight of stairs and softly dim the light
Fantasize about how happy you'd be with a girl tonight
I don't want to see you down
I don't want to see you hanging around
I don't want to see you down
I don't want to see you hanging around
