Maybe it's intuition
but some things you just don't question
Like in your eyes, I see my future in an instant
And there it goes, I think I found my best friend
I know that it might sound more than a little crazy but I believe...

I knew I loved you before I met you
I think I dreamed you into life
I knew I loved you before I met you
I have been waiting all my life

There's just no rhyme or reason
Only the sense of completion
And in your eyes, I see the missing pieces I'm searching for
I think I've found my way home
I know that it might sound more than a little crazy but I believe...

I knew I loved you before I met you
I think I dreamed you into life
I knew I loved you before I met you
I have been waiting all my life

A thousand angels dance around you
I am complete now that I've found you

I knew I loved you before I met you
I think I dreamed you into life
I knew I loved you before I met you
I have been waiting all my life



fixing my heart on a single instant.
not daring to breathe, for fear of blowing the fragile wisps of hope away.
tell me you feel the same, tell me you think this way. tell me i'm not putting myself out for a lie, tell me i'll be safe in your arms.
tell me, tell me. i'm here, waiting.

so many things happened.

when i said so many things happened, i mean: so. (resigned exclamation) many things happened. haha. urgh. what am i blabbering on about? urgh.

haha so surgery eopts over, last friday. was a nerve wracking experience... well at least until the part when my incredibly unintelligent answers made the 2 examiners crack up and shake their heads in... incredulity. haha. so chances of clearing it - haha.

so right after eopts, it was batam time :D nice, nice. i like :D it was the first time i enjoyed living-eating-playing-being randoming-fellowshipping with so many bros and sisters from church! :D haha. and they're really very fun people. kudos to mel my bedmate, josiah and cindy and weiping and weichang and kunfu and NOT FORGETTING victor and ps ezekiel for all the hard work! yayness it was a great camp :D hee. i learnt how to play bridge!!!! and that mahjong is a very intense game that requires players to stay up all night and turn into zombies the morning after :D and that beef bulgolgi is nice! haha. and penne pasta with tomato sauce is a great starter at breakfast :D and i totally totally learnta lot at the sermons, which proves that yes, pastors are incredibly underpaid geniuses. haha :D i am seriously considering attending theological college sometime in my life! :D oh yes. and i am so NOT going to take a ferry to batam ever again. next time we go, i'm getting a 1 day headstart and i'm gonna swim there. haha :D builds muscles too.

and yesterday was cg outing!!!! i learnt that grace makes a great inpromptu baker. and chewy choc cookies are nicenice! and B&J's strawberry cheesecake ice cream is SERIOUSLY irresistible. and bowling is NOT a sport! hahaha. for the faint hearted! :) thanks kw for being a great host!

and yes. it's time for lunch, and tuition. lolx.

i love holidays.

more moons please!!! :P

have i said i love ice cream?
yup, i believe i have.

i love ice cream! *squeaks* i LOVE ice cream. it's not a proclamation, it's a compulsion to announce to the world, at the risk of sounding like a totally lifeless retard with nothing better to do with her life than consume cold confectionaries.

especially cookies and cream ice cream.

yum.

at this point in time, i believe it's customary and an obligation to bring out photos of my stuffing my oral orifice with chilled milk and cookies bits... but unfortunately i am usually, no, make that habitually and unimpeachably (new word in my vocab!!! excited.), preoccupied with the acutal ritual of consumption that i fail to notice that my bodily existence consists of anything more than 2 arms, an attached spoon, a tub of ice cream, and a mouth. yup. so i forget that cameras exist, too.

anyway, i think we're all supposed to be like this huge amorphous mass of boing!boing! protoplasm in heaven (without the body bits, the clothes bits -HARHARHAR! take that, u LV and gucci maniacs- and the other wordly bits) so doesn't matter if i practise dissociating from the physical me now, i guess :D

and ice cream makes me happy. very happy.

haha.

grrr dun understand why this download is taking so long. (i'm trying to print the church camp booklets.)

i am going to get myself some ice cream! so that i feel better about waiting while my ass coagulates into fatty blobs.

tata!

pink bubble gum and smudged grey dirt
anemic, tired, overworked treads, flying without heed
clack, slap, thud. clack thud, clack thud, thud. thud. thud.

she works the diseased ground over and over
relentlessly.
she jumps, she reaches, she stretches
beyond the deep azure sea mimicking
windchime calls from the houses of winged creatures
crying in the night.
she cannot tell if she (will, has, cannot)
ever get there
all she knows is to thud. thud. thud.

till the heartbeat of the little black bird
drains to a shrill halt
till her bubble gum sneakers
perish the fourskip tattoo
on the dirty tired ground.

still don't understand.

i'm not productive, not productive at all. sleeping 20 hour stretches, waking up with eyes around my tremulous heart hoping another day wouldn't happen but it always will, it always will. escapism's problem is that no matter how far u run, u end up chasing ur own tail and u trip up, kissing the dirt wondering what's gonna happen, is it gonna be the same old shit, and yes, u already know the answer in ur heart. ain't going nowhere is what i call it. but i just can't stop myself from sleeping so much even though it's abnormal to fall asleep on a friday afternoon and wake up on a saturday. and even worse when u sleep on a thursday and wake up on a saturday. sometimes i feel so disjointed it scares me, cos i feel likei don't even exist and i'm just a lump of amorphic protoplasm floating around trying to do things unsuccessfully.

strange lifestyle, strange person. fits like a puzzle.

getting nowhere with my writeup. not materializing miraculously either. sleepy again.

i might need a pituitary transplant. or very strong scotchtape on my upper eyelids.

i think the scotchtape works better. it's cheaper. and heck, if i need a repeat, it's easier to get.

i'm never letting anyone near me with a spinal anesthesia needle. i mean it! that thing is one of the scariest medical instruments i've ever seen being used so far... and the thought that i once had someone shove that repeatedly into me just scares me into slackjawed oblivion.