Dandelions are little miracles...

Friday, September 14, 2007

walking down the bustling streets alone.
being a part of all that rush and tumble, and yet apart from it all.
being in the very heart of it, and yet watching from a distance.
having not to concentrate very much
just gathering wool in the clouds. smiling, frowning, spacing out
as i like.
wandering as my senses or, at times, the lack of sense take me.
and striking random conversations
theres a treasure trove of everything to be uncovered.
its times like this, that my senses awaken.
they tingle, swoon, and threaten to spill over
chatsmileslaughterthatsmellofspicesoraworkofbeauty.
and couple these with that sprawling, all-encompassing embrace of sunshine
ive never felt more alive.
so good to be alive.
its wonderful.

sometimes we lose our heads. and with it goes the grey matter that makes most of us function.
but hey that happens to everyone now and then.
thats only healthy.
let your hair down, if yours come labelled Long.
do something so wrong that after the nightmare ends you have a whopping tale to tell
so that you can laugh ur head off after
well, i wish we would.
and that i would have a chance to quarrel with you so hugely that you would blow your top
and someone gets slapped by the way.

theres loads more to say but i guess i might not get sleep if i say all now. so heres episode one.
europe is good in many ways.
i'll get to do many things that i want to. i hate the feeling of helplessness. phonecalls made in the name of thickskinness hasnt helped much other than to reinforce that general feeling that i cant help at all when i thought i could.

well. lets end with a hugely huge PS. i rmbed i was tenking of all my favourite things to do
and these include
while alone, semiconscious states of exploration of lil singapore which has strangely much to uncover and discover
the discovery or ooohingaahinggoinggagaga over succulent juicy senses-spiking gourmet, complete with fantastic service. and so this extends to ladies' favourite activity, shopping. yes. complete with crazy lovable salespppl.
all things quirky extraordinary brightly pastelly colourful glittery butterfly-y swirly exotic weird unique n beeeyoutiful, all must have some ounce of purpose at that.
the bed. on which i carry out various impt activities like sleep (or try hard to get enough), mugging storybooks guiltily, use the phone, and write letters cards and homework.
going on the all time high with everyone in my favourite list. u know im talking abt you, yes all you ego-huge people and yes you should know if not youre not in it.
spending time with my boyfriend, seiler. we spend around 10 hours at least each day.
disturbing the mother, toghether with the sisters. this is hugely entertaining. boliao totally. and prerequisite of staying at home. its the perfect boredom pasttime.
and as much as i dont want to include, im gonna do the unthinkable and include. you. the you whos been mentioned abt as much as i type the letter A. the one who committed daylight robbery. the you who i can hate so much but i cant get rid of.
and i love rocky masters cappucino. ta da.

chilipadi on 2:25 AM
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Thursday, September 06, 2007

and so once again i tenk u must be terribly psychic or sth. or we are both terribly psychic. everytime i tenk of you terribly hard, you just materialize and thats terribly awful. its happened so many times ive lost track. and its a psychicness thats crossed the geographical barriers. so how on earth am i supposed to isolate myself from you.

im quite sad that on a day when i cry my eyes swollen and the first thing i wanna do is to call or see you, i hold back cos something in me is apprehensive of what u'll say even. cos i tenk i couldnt stand it if you din care.

i tenk ive made friends finally with someone which is pretty cool. considering that we've seen each other for a few mths. ure not so bad after all. thanks for sharing so much with me, abt ur dreams and all. and i tenk you're officially on my list of funniest people ard. and that list includes nix alan jerry derek kaimin and zhirui. hhoho.

chilipadi on 2:47 AM
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