Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Trepidation.


The choices come in fruitful abundance, if only i could make it.

Veterinary Science. Visual Communication. Hospitality and Tourism Management. Mass Communication. Clean Energy. Not to forget the multitude of Business courses.

ARGH.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Extended Absence.





After leaving TP's Open House, went to Loyang where Norvan's Golden Retriever, Goldver, was located. Played with the little rascal, took him for a walk then brought him back. Jia Wen, Zeng Ting and KS were all there. Then they decided to come over to my place to see Ivory. Took her for a walk at East Coast Park, had dinner at Subway. Found out many new things, especially about Zengting, things which KS gladly told me much to the dismay and complaints of the victim!

Friends are mediocre, true friends are a treasure of immense proportions and should be treated with respect and the utmost care. I'll be joining you guys in TP for sure, just wait!


Dog-walking session soon guys!

Friday, January 9, 2009

Run.

True friends are indeed scarce, like your inner beauty.

Pure deception and lies to bury previous ones.

The plagues of locusts devour the last remnants of honesty.

With you it's never your needs just your wants.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Daybreak.

Something was bound to go right sometime today, all these broken pieces fit together to make a perfect picture of us. It got cold and dark so suddenly and it rained. Rained so hard the two of us were the only thing that we could see for miles and miles. Yet in the middle of the flood i felt your worth, when you held on to me like i was your little life raft, please know that you were mine as well. Drops of water hit the ground like God's own tears and spread out into shapes like salad bowls and basin and buckets for bailing out the flood. As motionless cars rust on driveways and curbs, you take off your raincoat and stretch your arms, and i welcome you into my house. And the sun shines onces again.

Monday, January 5, 2009

Firebrand.


Crimson hair like the flames of the fiery Sun, her delicious lips a scarlet red made lust creep into the hearts of everyone. Simply by being where she was, the boys would cower in her presence. Wrecking havoc wherever she went, destroying egos and leaving the unworthy behind. A weak and tattered soul was all that remained of a man who tried to get the better of her. Mercy was not a word in her vocabulary, neither was forgiveness when the time of reconciliation was at hand. Destructive as she was, her beauty and grace stretched far beyond the realms of humanity and into that of fantasy. Never had a creature as fine as herself graced these lands, for she was from a figment of every man's imagination. She would swoop down when you slept, re-igniting the passion of the unpassionate, rekindling the love of the unloved, for she would hold you in her sweet sweet arms when you wept. Her mesmerizing eyes pierced the very soul of thee, for she would see in a man, or boy, the love he held for her. Her enchanting smile could calm even the angriest of giants, her hypnotising laughter was the loveliest of sounds to behold. She came and rained flames of fury on everyone, playing pianos filled with flames, on empty rings around the Sun. But alas, she came with one too many pseudonyms and aliases that no man could ever claim her as his own. She is simply, the Firebrand.

A thousand other boys could never reach you, how could i have been the one?

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Stay for a moment?

Weddings are so.. i don't know. They make you think alot y'know? About when your own matrimonial day will be, when you'll find that person that'll be holding your hand through sickness and health, and whatever the vows include. That's what i thought about yesterday's wedding at Chijmes, oh well..

Fun fact : Jessie can't drink liquor although she claims she can.

Friday, January 2, 2009

Magician.

She could change into anything she wanted, a butterfly, a bat or even a bulldog depending on her mood, which was really happy or really sad. But whether happy or sad, she was always pretty. Pretty like a daffodil, which she could not change into no matter how hard she tried. But she didn't need to, because daffodils were only one color, golden yellow, and she was all the colors of the garden.