I'm sleepless in Singapore once again.
But when I do sleep. Here's my favourite huggable thing..

Thanks baby.

BEHOLD! Yes. I watched Bruce Almighty today. It's not as bad as what the newspaper reports say. Honestly i personally think that it was a really sweet movie. Kinda makes you wonder really,"What if God was one of us? Just a stranger on a bus.." And that free will bit which they spoke about. Makes lotsa sense. Do people always know what they want? Do we know what we're asking for is always right for us? Anyhow, i had really bad gastric today. Learnt that drinking coke does help. Makes you burp and fart all the gas away. -griN- The pain was really horrible and i'm still having bulks of pain attack at odd times.

This pic cheered me up a bit



And for those of you who are wondering who emily is, well...

I'm sleepless in Singapore =/

Girls/Ladies take heed!

Oh let there be a god and get my template back.

WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO MY TEMPLATE?

A definitely must see.

Sat today. Nothing much. Just gotta say this though. When you smell that someone you love and wake up next to him/her, it's just a wonderful feeling. It's like you know something and yet know nothing. Just lost in a sense of warmth and serenity.



And no I wasn't horny.

-Pwoah- It's so damn hot these days. What's up with the weather? It's like someone turned up the World's heater or some shit like that.
Anyhow, it's like just a matter of weeks before I leave now. I can't seem to sleep because of it. It's like on one hand i'm really excited about the fact that i'm getting outta this country to study and experience new things and yet on another hand, there's alot of apprehension of what i'll become when i go there and come back. All that i have been thought whilst being brought up will (i hope) guide me and shape me and mould into what i will/might become.
It's like a pebble ya know, being thrown across the pond and skipping a few yards (if i'm lucky) and finally landing somewhere and sinking onto a particular spot. And the spot where the pebble lands will represent where i will reside and mature for the next few years.

Frightening the thought is, of growing up all by yourself.

may the force be with you -Hrmmmmmm-

Okay out of point. But yea. You know.

Listening: Unwell by Matchbox20




China turns yellow skin
When you are scared
Glassy gum-drop eyes see a world larger than your peers.
Red faced, you unpeel.
Across empty courtyards and football fields.
Your fragile hands shield your face from threats of rocks and rubber bands.
Motionless, you stand clutching jade Buddha beads.
You escape from red devils who taunt and teast and deprive you of sleep.
You speak no other word of their language.
But your eyes see nothing but childhood innocence.
________________________________________________________________

Repertoire of innocence
Echoing from empty vessels
Reverberations of what they want to see
Impeded by what they want to feel
Ignited by what they want to be.

A patriarch of Identity
That searches for some joy
One that has no courtyards or football fields
Nor piteous concern or plastic hand shakes
But in simplicity from which the heart wields.

Be afraid no more of mockery and rubber bands
Uncover your face with those gentle hands
Joyful tears you now shall weep
And in Innocence's bed safely sleep.

Ahem. Yes I watched Matrix:Reloaded today. Not too bad. It was rather philosophical. Kinda gets your mind thinking and all that crap. Somewhat reminds me of my English lessons with da bearded man when I was back in JC. Interesting stuff i swear. -mutters- Had to end with to be continued though....sigh. -mumbles-



Gotta wait for Matrix:Revolutions now. Bugger.

Urm. How's this for starters?




sexy ain't it?

LEAVING ON A JET PLANE

So it is written, so it shall be done.

Leaving on the 14th of July for Brisbane. University of Queensland awaits me.
-sigh-

And thus, the depression doth sink in further.

Listening: Smashing Pumpkins-Mayonaise

-Limps- yes people. I'm limping. This is all due from not exercising for a loooong time. -limps- But my muscles ache now. And i like that. Yes. Indeed
I do.

Touch Rugby. Play it, love it.<------sounds like an add.
-shudders-

Peace.
-limps-

matter of eleven

I
he
looks good on white
space

II
sudden love
maneuvers the flick,
blink,
the bowel’s milkweed
flourish



this is taut
manure

III
aside,
(the stuttering

knee)
I box
in blur


IV
intestinal monologue
in lieu
of scotch tape
session


shadow crafter’s
flicker

to eyelash
coup

V
ego hitchikes
across chairbeershirt shirtbeerchair chairbeershirt shirtbeerchair

VI
paperbag reflex;
my syndrome
has Hamlet
outdone,

ordained

as normal.


VII
purr
inbetween wisps
O finger conversations

VIII
his shadow
casts ballet
on
rock

paper

scissor

toothbrush?

IX
catalysis of ellipses

more

unsound linger

X
hacked cough
to dispell bad
karmic
electrocution
on
syntax chair


XI
ideal crevice
unopen : itch

stretch the yawn
of sonic chasm.
politics, long day eh? didyouhear er great tie Krusty! cold enough for you? four bucks for a bloody local brew? you know I live just down the street…

Written by Div who took 11 seconds to fall inlove.

I am concrete dreams
escalating by Clarke Quay floating
on tonic and gin, grinning at the white folk
who pay my girls. I am 92 degree Wednesdays,
sweat stained schoolboys and soccer mud shoes
in a thirty people bus carrying forty,
with pineapples and mandarin oranges
sagging in a bag. I am mahjong playing
ancients, smoking. I am aluminum louvers and glowing
altars stabbed by joss sticks.

I am 89 degree yellow Tuesday crisping,
walking past single story miracles
that sell only bananas and coke.
I am water edged with a failing sense
of humor, green, with chlorophyll pages wafting
to Chinese opera on street corners. I am Lion dance
on Orchard road, flaunting my red,
denying my blue. I am Gucci and Prada
blighting oriental silk; wearing gray and Nikes
when I need nothing and slippers

I am five thirty sunrise. I am water
reclaimed as earth.. I am Friday evening beach ball
gone too far into sea, spicy barbeques and Cantonese
satin swearing. I am climbing trees to stare at people in matchbox
apartments vacuuming parquet. I am Heineken and jazz
washed over by Orion, diluted.
I am strangers
asking “have you eaten”, offering peanuts in patchwork
old town, smelling like cloves,
graced with beetle nut spit.

Written by Div

Labour Day: Where we recognize the excruciating pain which women go through when they deliver shit heads like us. =/

Chilling to: jejune / EMO music.

Feeling: EMOish. Melancholic

Thinking about: Many things. My Folks I just find is incomprehensible cause we are so impatient with each other and yet at other times we can be so nice to each other. I guess blood is really thicker than water. Friends They keep me alive. Each day is something worth living for cause you know people care for you and have been true to you always. Peace my bruddas. You know yourselves. Thanks for being there. Love Something really hard to fathom and take hold of but i guess it's the feeling of knowing that she/he's the right one for you, forever. That she/he will still hold your hand the same way she/he did when you both first met. I love you my baby. Life Ever the one thing yet unfulfilled. Something so wonderful placed into our fragile hands and selfish hearts. Life is beautiful and yet at times it's inconstant nature can wreck havoc and traumatise us without the slightest of hint. But life is a gift. Cherish it. Leaving The hardest thing that i'll be doing in my twenty years of life. Something which I hoped that I'll never have to do but cannot escape it now. For the next three years i'll be living/studying on my own. Independence day? I just hope it's all worth it and that it'll give me a shot at life. God I haven't been praying as much as i should. But I know that He's always watching over me and my family. And I just wanna say that no one can live without God. He's omnipotent and omnipresent. He sees all and knows all. If you think you can live without God, think again. Your family and friends and the life which you so foolishly take for granted comes from Him, and not some stupid ape. He is Love.

Feeling: Melancholic still and with a tinge of nostalga

Chilling to: Smashing Pumpkins's Maynonaise.