"I'll invent a tickler for you
which will tickle at the preset time
it will have shiny robotic but soft and nonsweaty hands"
"Can those hands play the guitar?
As much as I like Edward,
I am sorry to have to reject him because
1) he has black lips
2) he has bad eyebags
3) he will cut my hands when I hold his hands
4) he will cut the guitar strings when he serenades"
then there will be catharsis.
it's been a long time coming.
i try to laugh about it
cover it all up with lies
i could stick around and get along with you
content like a panda bear
still breathing the fresh mountain air
i'll put on a diving tank
and sing when i inhale
i'll blend up that rainbow above you and shoot it through your veins
cos your heart has a lack of color and we should've known
drenched in vanilla twilight
waist-deep in thought
and love is a homeless guy
searching for treasure in the middle of the rain and
finding a bag of gold coins and slowly finding out they're all filled with chocolate and
even though he's heart broken, he can't complain cos he was hungry in the first place
so take the photographs and stillframes in your mind
"You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there."
When angry, count four; when very angry, swear. ~Mark Twain
“Go as far as you can. Become a stranger in a strange land. Acquire humility."
recently, i've been indulging in the works of great photographers.Steve McCurry
is pretty damn awesome.
we've gotta go Catch the last durians of the season!
wide-eyed in the still of the night.
there are too many hearts breaking, too much a mess of swirls of emotions, and uncanny (or not) fears of losing loved ones these coupla days.
tonight, i speak to han again, after a mighty long time. we are growing up too quickly- it's been six years since we took the train home together from mount sinai, having just got to know each other in that new phase of our lives, talking about the refreshing future that was then. a few years less since we took the train after friday floorball played out in the spanking new hall in the new campus, talking/teasing about potential happiness. tonight, on the train after a torturingly hot evening ridden with sadness, unspoken regrets and unanswered questions, (and great moments of lightness and gulls :) ) we speak of darkness and fears. well, take these helping hands and we'll make it, we swear.
rest up, eli.
times like this reaffirm why i am a non-believer.
"When I was a kid I used to pray every night for a new bicycle.
Then I realised God doesn’t work that way, so I stole
one and prayed for forgiveness."
barely 2 weeks into the cardiology posting, and i lose... heart. pardon the pun.
i lost steam so damn quickly, i worry about how i will go through the final year of school. this new year, (and good lord, for the rest of my working life !!) i must not (can not) take off/ hibernate whenever caffeine doesn't deliver a kick when it's needed.
for now, what looms ahead is another 3 week break, and i am raring to go again. (laos?)
and i will be looking out for the little drummer boy's adventures in france.
cool beans, eh? a pity the photo turned out a little fuzzy.
the water level in the reservoir has risen since ten years ago...
"Hon 's undies fell onto the floor in the MRT train this morning (from her bag; what were you thinking!?) and she was torn between stuffing them back into her bag or ignoring them."
on sunday, i had lunch at a veggie farm, visited frog and goat farms, and went kite! flying!. good ol' kampong daze. and that wasn't all- the day ended in a not-so-mini blaze of fireworks.
posting at the heart centre has been jolly interesting too. it's the most clinical work (brain-numbing consults aka blue letters in pennsy not counted) i've gotten done since... last year.
always turning to run
from the people i should not be afraid of
and darling, you should know
that i have fantasies about being alone
it’s like love is a lesson
i can’t learn
so i make the same mistakes at each familiar turn