December 2009
52 posts
Tonight,
Tell me what makes you go to bed with a smile?
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What will I do without my Brother?
I have no idea.
All I can say is that I am so thankful and grateful that he—
came up from France to help me settle in,
lugged my fatass of a luggage around,
helped me look up accommodation,
gave me this shiny arm band for times when I’m walking at night
(It’s so CWO-like, but I will take it thank you),
walked around with me even though he hurt his ankle,
obliged when I...
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“Bro: Oh, in France the bank accounts take 1 week to be activated you see.
Bank...”
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“Us: We dropped by the Reception Office because we wanted to make payment but no...”
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S is for?
So it’s day 3 in Halmstad, Sweden.
How has it been so far?
Honestly, one would expect Sweden to smell like Ikea,
woodlike-or something.
At least I did.
I half-expected myself to step into a huge Ikea.
But it just smells of clean filtered air,
chilly air that stings you in the face
should you try to stand and be all hollywood-like
to experience the wind and all that nonsense.
The...
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Goodbye Singapore
I can’t believe this. Here I am waiting in line to board the plane. All I can think about is how much my back feels like it’s going to break. You know what? This is the ultimate example of what ambivalence feels like.
Singapore, wait for me.
I’ll be back!
Smelly Christmas one and all !
Walk on;
It seems an impossible task to fit 6 months of your life in a suitcase and a backpack that weighs a total of 40kg. But looking at my screaming-for-help luggage bag, I guess nothing’s impossible. There is always commercialism, isn’t it?
I look like a robber who had just robbed a backpacker; I am ninja turtle with no powers; I feel tired staring at all that baggage and let’s just...
Question.
What makes your day?
Listen
“If you find yourself here on my side of town
I’d pray that you’d...”
– Brightest
“One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.”
– Jack Kerouac (via quotewhore)
“We want presents!”
“Christmas is about giving, not...”
You're like a baby.
Feels like I am holding my breath underwater.Today feels strange.
Tonight, it hit.
Penguin Pauper;
So, it’s hard to imagine that in a week’s time
I’m gonna be on some foreign land,
trying to figure my way to the little town of Halmstad, Sweden.
Well, if we want to get all technical,
this time, next week, I should still be on my way to Paris,
reaching, but nonetheless, still on the way.
Phase 1 of Destination (Un)known.
I don’t know if there is such a thing as...
““The world would be a better place if people had more sex.”
...”
Bummer.
Daddy-O just left for Vietnam and that effectively means I won’t see him for the next 6months or so since he won’t be back till after I’ve gone to Sweden. ): Damn.
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pause;
You, to me, are purple.
But I remember you by
the light streaks of
orange, yellow, pink,
green, with envy,
Always.
“For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes...”
– Vincent Van Gogh
“On wearing too much perfume,
Sister: You complain now, but later you’ll be...”
Can’t keep up.
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Epiphany
I think I need to do something about my fatal character flaw.
Is there hope for me?
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Bus stops temptation
It’s like waiting for a bus that never takes this route, but you do so anyway; looking up from time to time—looking up from the book you’re reading, taking your eyes away from the floor you’re having a staring competition with, looking up from the now that you’re putting on hold.
It’s not going to come by you know.
Says who, says you.
It’s like the bus you’re not waiting for always comes,...
“We can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can neither...”
– Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
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More than Empty Conversations;
I could be being melodramatic, or overtly sentimental, but I find myself overwhelmed by feeling whenever I am packing, moving out from someplace. (I make myself sound like a vagrant of some sorts, but many times, it does feel that way.)
Could it be the unused cupboards and shelves, or the bare room that stares back at me—stale and unfriendly. Perhaps it is not what is absent that creates...
“Once I wanted to be the greatest”
Good times for a change.
“To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each...”
– Neil Gaiman
“Thinking about time is to acknowledge two contradictory certainties: that our...”
– Jeanette Winterson
“Suicide is an eternal possibility of our life and therefore always interesting;...”
– Irving Howe
November 2009
16 posts
Ditto that.
cokestarr:
I guess you always run a risk in trying to be different.
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Sissypoo.
Me: Remember the time when you used to pack your bag, which was really a jacket that could be folded into a pouch, wanting to run away from home but needed help with the door? Remember the time when you said goodbye by waving a hankerchief in the air with fake tears in your eyes? Remember the time when you thought the hotpate chicken was still alive, and refused to eat it? Remember the time you cried when we forced you to peel a prawn (Yea yea, blame the eyes)? Remember the time you couldn't eat the lobster because you swore it was staring at you?Remember the time we got drunk on shots of milk?
Sister: You embarrass me.
Me: Love you okay.
“Confusion is all around us and our only chance now is to let it in. The only...”
– Samuel Beckett
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Choke
I apologise;
for I must have been carried away,
by the tides and eddies that often
send us adrift, gulping
sea water by the mouthful—
choking.
There is no anchor.
The question is,
what use is an anchor,
if after
the pulls,
the struggles,
the tussles,
the—
there is no anchor?
Is this what freedom tastes like?
Copious amounts of sea water?