Sunday, March 20, 2011
Obsidian Lullaby
Voicelessness, for
The rain is mute.
It sifts from the pregnant sky;
Heaves and heaves.
The imminent blackness,
Naked and unabashed
Swallows me whole - into
More black, where I cannot breathe.
Here, the cold does not touch me;
Here, in this black abyss, I
Build my nest on lullabies sung
By the blessed darkness.
Lungs blossom into vacuum
And yet I sleep;
Sleep, sleep.
Friday, March 11, 2011
My First School Post
I think. Is it? Ahh well...
I've been in Heng Ee High School for five years (almost) now. And yes, it wasn't the most perfect school but somehow, I made some pretty good friends there and there's been the most pleasant (and crazy) memories in school. I love you guys and I know I'm a bit crazy and stressed out lately and I'm sorry about that. =)
This is my class, 5S2, and our 'beloved' BM teacher. I'm shocked to find that she's able to stretch her lips into a barely noticeable smile after teaching us for almost 3 months and never having smiled at us before. For a larger view please click here.
And this is us in our chemistry lab. Such fond memories in there. Talking and gossiping and copying homework and well, basically, doing everything except listening to the teacher. Hmmm, which is why I'm barely passing chem, I guess. Right, New Year Resolution: get better results in chem. And click here.
And that's Emily, Hui Min and I, doing our English oral. And Hui Min's going to rip her knickers off anytime to stop the train and save Emily. I'm the narrator of course, having the privilege to choose since I'm the script writer as well.
And the two antagonists of the drama: YianThin and Wenjuin. These two bad asses tied poor Emily to the railway track and threw away her flowers! *Gasp* Poor flowers.
This is the four of us, plus Wenjuin the photographer, eating cookies made by Emily in class. It was superb, Em. (Tad more jam would be divine though.) =)
Yianthin, Wenjuin and I in the school garden in front of the prefect's room.
The girls of my class. And the boys on the floor below us. Click here.
More picture on facebook in here and here. Again, I love you guys. =) A huge kiss on the cheek for making my life in high school bearable.
I've been in Heng Ee High School for five years (almost) now. And yes, it wasn't the most perfect school but somehow, I made some pretty good friends there and there's been the most pleasant (and crazy) memories in school. I love you guys and I know I'm a bit crazy and stressed out lately and I'm sorry about that. =)
This is my class, 5S2, and our 'beloved' BM teacher. I'm shocked to find that she's able to stretch her lips into a barely noticeable smile after teaching us for almost 3 months and never having smiled at us before. For a larger view please click here.
And this is us in our chemistry lab. Such fond memories in there. Talking and gossiping and copying homework and well, basically, doing everything except listening to the teacher. Hmmm, which is why I'm barely passing chem, I guess. Right, New Year Resolution: get better results in chem. And click here.
And that's Emily, Hui Min and I, doing our English oral. And Hui Min's going to rip her knickers off anytime to stop the train and save Emily. I'm the narrator of course, having the privilege to choose since I'm the script writer as well.
And the two antagonists of the drama: YianThin and Wenjuin. These two bad asses tied poor Emily to the railway track and threw away her flowers! *Gasp* Poor flowers.
This is the four of us, plus Wenjuin the photographer, eating cookies made by Emily in class. It was superb, Em. (Tad more jam would be divine though.) =)
Yianthin, Wenjuin and I in the school garden in front of the prefect's room.
The girls of my class. And the boys on the floor below us. Click here.
More picture on facebook in here and here. Again, I love you guys. =) A huge kiss on the cheek for making my life in high school bearable.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Vintage Box Purse
Out of nowhere, came this sudden obsession for vintage box purses. Well, it's not entirely true. I've been wanting it since I saw one in Forever 21 a few months ago but I'm not at the obsessed level at that time yet. And lately I've been plagued by this obsession. It's especially weird since I'm having my exams and I should be thinking about Physics and stuff.
Well yeah, to my defense, I have been thinking about Chemistry. This morning, when I'm taking the exam and my brains are deciding whether to choose chloride ions or oxygen as the product released at the anode, it suddenly pops into my head that vintage box purses are an absolute must have. For me, at least. And I suddenly remembered how beautiful the one I saw in Forever21 was and I wanted to curse out loud for not buying it at the time and now it's sold out. What was I thinking??? But of course, I was thinking. That's the whole bloody problem. I think too much. Next time I see something that pretty I'm just gonna frickin' buy it.
Please, please, please, Forever 21, please order more.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Happy Belated Birthday, CY
Mists over the
Water, thick with fish
In silver scales.
And in the night they
Peel off their skin
So that it floats - glinting, glimmering
Like ersatz gems.
But the doppelgangers lurk behind
Shadows and wait
For their argentate scales -
Unbeknownst to them
As they dance in lollops
In a drunken haze.
P.S. Sorry, was busy yesterday.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Thursday, February 3, 2011
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