we started out as friends
we met way back when
this is just a typical love story
the boy you never wanted just steals your heart
i never saw it coming till i fell so hard
late nights much anyone? hohoho. my brother took one look at my face today and asked me if somebody'd punched me in the eyes. i don't know why i'm sleeping so late either. i mean, ok, slpover night with ni was explicable, but yesterday/this morning was so not i only got to sleep at 5am doing absolutely nothing. BLEH.
what have i been up to? ooh went out on wed (and, much to the seeming eternal surprise of everyone, i did not go mambo. why do ppl keep thinking i'm some havoc girl i'm like how guai can haha) and caught something like the last train home and got shelled at by my mum cos i elected to take a walk into the irresistible seduction of that incredibly cool night redolent still with rain instead of calling them to give me a ride in (i mean, hello. it was night. it wasn't that long a walk. how could i resist?). PLUS, it'd have been horrible to generate even more lousy fumes into the atmosphere. just look at the weather bleh.
what else did i do? right. that day i went out to meet hw and haha that's what in part triggered the above lyrics-musing. i swear everyone's love story is just incredibly sweet in their own way :D:D i smiled and smiled and smiled upon hearing hers. it sounds like a complete cinema-worthy scene hohoh :D and the best part was the bulk of it was spontaneous!! how many unplanned confessions can you get in a cable-car to sentosa??? :D
haha. or by the sg river in clarke quay. or with-- how many again?-- 16 roses and 10 tulips and a box of chocolates. or by ecp, with the seabreeze in your hair. or-- ahh. you see. love stories. hohoh.
maybe i ought to stop sounding like some lovesick teenager (omg. i just realised. today is my last day as a teenager!!! god.) oh but life is good, i shouldn't complain. i'm growing out of meg cabot. have i written about this yet? i read queen of babble and was so damn turned off by it. BLEH. guess i'm really getting old. but i'm going to give her a second chance and buy another of her books when i go on my reading spree at pageone. maybe i can go today! went with hw to the kino book sale ystdy and noted down over a hundred dollars worth of books that i want. BLAH. luckily i still have vouchers for pageone; i already spent all my borders ones. that bookhunt was followed by a very long chilling session at gloria jean's-- literally chilling since we both ordered fruit chillers, not having the mind or the stomach for coffee at that hour. the carrot cake was yummy! :)
on thursday i went for driving, nearly gave my instructor a heart attack, narrowly avoided squishing a motorcyclist, and discovered that my parents'd finally bought donuts from doughnut master for me. what a treat after that driving lesson eurgh. the cappucino one was absolutely scrumptious but everything else was so sweet my teeth ached. the jules destrotters biscuits someone'd given my dad were however sweet in a goood way :D thereafter i went off to sign my contract at shaw and then went to look for ni-- eeeps. over an hour late. i suck. dinner at crystal jade, then to her hall for sleepover, which was beyond fun. i've missed my babes a lot. :) oh well. sunday!
suppers outside nlb (too much yogurt, lovely sushi, stale chewy jnrs and takopachi), love stories, laughter, love, friends. life is very very very good now :)
i can't understand why people are bored, or why they are sick of the hols. they aren't even remotely long enough for me i've got a million things that i want to do! ahhh. NOT ENOUGH TIME.
i LOVE my life. :D
anyway before i degenerate into some giggling bimbo... here are two poems! haha. to show that i still have some scrap of rudimentary literariness left in me. suddenly i just wanted to know if this line in my head actually came from a poem-- "i want you and you are not here"-- and i googled it. came up with the two following poems. strange, the similarities. beautiful, the poetry. :)
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Miles Away
by Carol Ann Duffy
I want you and you are not here. I pause
in this garden, breathing the colour thought is
before language into still air. Even your name
is a pale ghost and, though I exhale it again
and again, it will not stay with me. Tonight
I make you up, imagine you, your movements clearer
than the words I have you say you said before.
Wherever you are now, inside my head you fix me
with a look, standing here whilst cool late light
dissolves into the earth. I have got your mouth wrong,
but still it smiles. I hold you closer, miles away,
inventing love, until the calls of nightjars
interrupt and turn what was to come, was certain,
into memory. The stars are filming us for no one.
The Moon Watches
Nicola Beckett (http://www.writeoutloud.net/poets/nicolabeckett)
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I want you and you are not here.
I pause,
the water trickling between my fingers.
Dishes left uncared for.
I picture you stood here.
Grasp onto your memory, before it too seeps away.
You’re smiling again.
fixing me with the look you always do.
The one that says I am wrong,
that I should carry on.
The moon watches us together,
dancing on the dusty floor.
The colour of our memory everywhere.
It’s light photographs us.
Always together,
always apart.