In every girl's arms; adorned in them are scented flowery presentations. Their faces festooned with felicity and thrill from sheer significance of a day representing the universe's lovers. They skip to sweet tunes and skitter in a little sync of dance while other young ladies scatter the streets with excitement, with more exquisite bouquets embellishing the walkways of town. It was as if, flowers symbolised every girl's heart being swept into a blur realm of honeyed dreams.

Share a captivated inkling with me, won't you? Where the skies spell felicity and where snow tastes of sugar; when the dusk traps all unsoothed melodies and the moon bows at our feet. I have seen heaven. A place so serene and silent, lit and calm.

Knight in courageous armour, you have wiped every stain of filth from a dying conscience. Knight with saving shield, you have taught me more than what met my eyes and kept me protected where the piercing light burns my sight. Knight holding Cupid's bows, you play the arrows in serendipity and caused my fall. The only knight in my heart, forever be my valentine; boy and girl, man and wife, young and adventurous, old and frail, poverty and wealth, health and decay of its pinkness.

I do.

I promise to be firmly set on being fashionably late for our 25-houred-date. Calling every meet-up a date really traces the relationship back to where it all began with littlest details. Despite the numerous causes and reasons for us to bicker, we have to end the angst with the three most favourite words. May not be sophisticated, profound, rephrased, thesauras-ised, twisted, but whenever you tell me this, the pessimism boiling in me washes away from all shores of devastation and cools down to a contradictory of a reaction. I love you. The words everyone remembers and construes differently, even for you and I. When you wager a promise to me, I am coiled in a serpent of warmth; unable to break away but relishing the smallest sins. Afterall, it's forever we're heading to.

A fighter tires from a battle that spells defeat. Clouds hover, blanketing walls of defences. Dreams drift into scatters of seedlings, covering springs of hope. The swords draw shame with rust and filth collected from wars and inhumanism. Distant faces swell lingering thoughts. Sparkle-welled eyes; such sorrow, such hesitation.

Every tear you lay, I will swallow. Every song you sing, I will hold. Every laughter you shout, I will remember. Every scar you keep, I will heal. Another word of negativity I hear? Hush now, dear. With me you shall refuse fear. With honeyed breaths, life is saccharine no matter what situations bring. With you here, imperfection is flawless.

Knight in valiant shimmering armour, blinding her eyes in the indescandent ray of light. Bravery intecepting prowess. A trip of a heart. Such infinite felicity.

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Baby's had one hell of a night. Praying that she'll be alright by the time she's up from bed. She's fast asleep now and I will do her a giant favour by waking her up at 1pm.

Best wishes to those receiving GCE O levels results today, namely Nique and Xue!

I still receive butterflies eating my stomach whenever I dial your number to call you. My heart still is fuzzy whenever I think of all that we have undergone to reaching the 14th month of togetherness. Before bedtime, I still think of you immensely before tucking myself into bed, wishing that you were tucking me instead. My memories drift into reminisce of the nights which I spent safely snug in your arms. I miss the times when you stayed up all night with me to chuck the witching hours panicking over submissions.

So tell me, where would I be without you on nights like this? Just plain lonely, and empty. Nothing fills the vast space on my bed. The extra pillows are unhugged and left to wait for you to come cuddle me to sleep. So why don't you read this and get my drift?

Happy 16th Birthday, lil sis June!

There is absolutely no room for rest. Even as I sleep, my head's flooded with images of deadlines and project briefs. 5 hours out of the 7 were spent squeezing brain juices for the upcoming PComD presentation. I love the life of the aspiring designer. Always, I am washed off of all physical energy, but the passion lies behind every assignment I do, no matter how heavy my eye lids are and how deep the shades of brown my eyebags grow to be.

My love's all hectic at work and her love's missing her. I miss her whines and I miss flaring tantrums at her. A shut-eye will do me good for now.

Thankyouthankyou love.


Week 14 (this week)

Thursday, Professional Communication for Design presentation & report

Thursday, Multimedia Scriptwriting - website

Week 15

Tuesday, Documentary Script

Tuesday, Director player + player design

Friday, Language of Film final assignment

Friday, Broadcast Design Title sequence

The elevator mounted a level higher, apt to the fatigue that sheepishly blurred our eyes. As sleazy as the rundown hotel room may apparently be, the heaven of being able to bury my languor dispensed nectareous gives and takes.

In your stride, you braced the vast eccentricity of my dispositions to shape situations for humourous alteration. A stream of perk regenerated throughout the moments shared. These, in grateful retrospection - engraved in my heart always. Thank you, for loving me.

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Street Mesh!!!

Breakdancing team with lizard breaker Zaibo's break dancing team
The girl breakers
Beat-boxing Dharni (private joke)
Lizard breaker and his team
Zaibo and team
Polka
Wheat squid!
Our night out!
Lina
Smile, baby!
Dressy

Bailed out on chuakachua on tonight's supposed stayover(New pet name! We never run out on those :D) due to my sudden reminder regarding Psychology common test tomorrow. However, stayover at chuakachua's place is still on tomorrow after partying at Barcelona! I'm partially done mugging for the final psychology paper tomorrow.

It's going to be a berserk week of accumulated projects and assignments and online quizzes. Preparations for Street Mesh are undoubtedly chaotic but that's probably the way we function.

All girls love dressing up. Glam glam glam!

Chuakachua darling, I'm sorry about today. Thank you for your rotiboy of love you brought all the way from your workplace. You've been nothing but tasty saccharine. I'm all hyped up for tomorrow, wholely spent with you. I miss you, so much.

A clear eye, travelling a future of foresight, where angels sing their choruses in our complete caress. Chastity of promises purify a white road of silk of everlasting forever. Smell the greeting of sweet daffodils. Watch the sunset melt in one embrace. You dance, sweeping rhythmically with swaying lovebirds. Your prize of a lifetime; its clench escapes. Life hugs you, satin memories drift you into a meadow of wind. She shelters you from the tears that force against your window panes. Her heart is your santuary. Her arms are feathers of comfort. You feel yourself floating from the farthest heights of your swing. Freedom calms all sores, a voice of assurance pitches dreams of milk and peaches. Safe, in an abode of lifetimes in sentimentalism.

Thirteenth, with eternal cherish.

Street Mesh @ Barcelona !!

(alongside Mohammad Sultan Road, behind Double O)

Date: 4 Feb 06.
Time: 9pm onwards
The Deal: One free housepour, ages 18 and above. $18/ticket (PRESALE).

HOT FOREIGN MODELS WILL GRACE THE EVENT!!
Groove and get wild to hip hop and street partying all night! Exclusive performances by break-dancers, beat-boxers, hip-hop dancers, live graffiti-writers, singing perforers!

Get tickets from:
CHERYL @ 93821407

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