A thousand faces urging her to resist the wave currents washing her backwards. The bleak city engulfs any light in her paths while trails of shadows crept up behind on her.
She closes her eyes for the moment, and envisages utopia; an ended chase. Hold still the silence, meek the solitude, and let her dream just a little longer.
Monday, May 23, 2005
Thursday, May 19, 2005
Wheels of thoughts in endless whirls, with confusion lingering and continuing its stay. The heart is tugging from her subconscious voices sighing; her spirit at its submerging plummet. The boulders striking her shoulders down, with none's hands to gravitate into. None.
The scent of intimacy and the taste of closeness, all omitted. The bubble to the brim with animosity and grudges, preparing to rupture. If only time was untroubled, in the solitude and quietude, for meditation of agigation and angst, perhaps her Father would outstretch his mercy, more, and shelter her shivering identity.
She gulps down the forsaken waters. She is drowning. Does another escapade anticipate her touchdown?
The scent of intimacy and the taste of closeness, all omitted. The bubble to the brim with animosity and grudges, preparing to rupture. If only time was untroubled, in the solitude and quietude, for meditation of agigation and angst, perhaps her Father would outstretch his mercy, more, and shelter her shivering identity.
She gulps down the forsaken waters. She is drowning. Does another escapade anticipate her touchdown?
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
The delirious excitement made her spine chill a second or two; her head afloat by spells that bound her; thoughts waltzing to the rhythem of the throbbing of her heart. Those days of constant trauma have been pieced up by hand, fearful and wary that glued parts might shatter once more.
Age has taught plenty, with grudging losses and fruitful gains. The mundane routines cause souls to mellow, life slowly and scornfully dripped and wasted.
Now that the diamond in her rough suffaces, she clenches onto it, gripping it with mighty strength, and hums a subtle tune to it, for fear now that it might flee from her. Happiness, can be stolen, in a minute fraction of a fall.
At times an enigma, and other times the guru to her being, nevertheless, she intently awaits affinity, still.
Age has taught plenty, with grudging losses and fruitful gains. The mundane routines cause souls to mellow, life slowly and scornfully dripped and wasted.
Now that the diamond in her rough suffaces, she clenches onto it, gripping it with mighty strength, and hums a subtle tune to it, for fear now that it might flee from her. Happiness, can be stolen, in a minute fraction of a fall.
At times an enigma, and other times the guru to her being, nevertheless, she intently awaits affinity, still.
My husband and I have made plans to cohabitate once she's 21 and me 23. I will engage an agent to book an executive HDB apartment for us. Payment will be halfway through when I'm 23 and she will, by then, aid me financially when she starts working. We will buy a shared apartment, legally, and get both our parents' approvals. And we will live together, forever, happily ever after. She will do the cooking in the weekends while I, in the weekdays; and she will drive us around when she has gotten her license, I will forsake my license if need be; she will share the workload of the housework with me and we will own two dogs, one breed of her choice and one breed of mine, which she will, pick up their poo during walks, and I will be in charge of entertaining, bathing and feeding.
She will design the kitchen and bedrooms, I will design the living room, bathrooms and study room. I feel like the most fortunate girl in the world, to be able to even make such far-fetched plans with her.
My apologies for the upteen quarrels that have occurred, to cause dipute and sow discord. I hope to sew and mend all of the unhappiness into smiles. We will make utopia now reality. Five years will fly by us in a snap of our fingers, and our hearts will still beat in one rhythem. I refuse to believe it isn't possible. We've come a long way darling, haven't we?
P/S, this entry is entirely literal.
She will design the kitchen and bedrooms, I will design the living room, bathrooms and study room. I feel like the most fortunate girl in the world, to be able to even make such far-fetched plans with her.
My apologies for the upteen quarrels that have occurred, to cause dipute and sow discord. I hope to sew and mend all of the unhappiness into smiles. We will make utopia now reality. Five years will fly by us in a snap of our fingers, and our hearts will still beat in one rhythem. I refuse to believe it isn't possible. We've come a long way darling, haven't we?
P/S, this entry is entirely literal.
Sunday, May 15, 2005
Futile lengthy moments flushed being apoplectic, when soured promises take its place. Her grotesque face resembles me of the masks that were wrongly sculpted and painted. The recrimination suddenly like a transparent membrane; her shame being my glory, and infinite victory. She will become my ventriloquist, and I will practice excellent mockery to bare naked lies. Forgiveness is not always divine.
At last, the aisle settles right before vision, making the silhouette of your love transform into fertilizing daffodils. You're the only face I can see. No more will redundancy be reasons to scratch undeniable affinity. You are, without doubt, my answered prayers.
At last, the aisle settles right before vision, making the silhouette of your love transform into fertilizing daffodils. You're the only face I can see. No more will redundancy be reasons to scratch undeniable affinity. You are, without doubt, my answered prayers.
I call it entertainment.
That birthday girl is my life
3/7 2005 Class T-Shirt (Copyrighted, Cheryl Lio)
Mellow sucked from the days of monotony; cherry-eyed and licked-lipped. The echoes in the vast wide empty reverbrates with piercing exilheration, a better tomorrow to arrive in golden grande - Chocolate Buffet at Timberlux Centre on the 22nd May.
My cheeks ache from incessant smiling. Only one to be eternally grateful to - Nique, my everything.
That birthday girl is my life
3/7 2005 Class T-Shirt (Copyrighted, Cheryl Lio)
Mellow sucked from the days of monotony; cherry-eyed and licked-lipped. The echoes in the vast wide empty reverbrates with piercing exilheration, a better tomorrow to arrive in golden grande - Chocolate Buffet at Timberlux Centre on the 22nd May.
My cheeks ache from incessant smiling. Only one to be eternally grateful to - Nique, my everything.
Saturday, May 14, 2005
Their aching bones hunger the space dissatisfaction that kept needs disembodied, frozen like a dying bud. Maybe the verses and poems amissed wormed codes decoded; maybe it is compensation misunderstood in frenzy.
The fragments to this puzzle disassembled, still. Piece them together before the game's at its finale.
The fragments to this puzzle disassembled, still. Piece them together before the game's at its finale.
Thursday, May 12, 2005
My birthday star.
Dear Nique,
It's your 16th birthday tonight, and you're a year younger than I am. I bet you're high from being smug. But that's not the point. The past 4 months have been the most unbelievable ones. You have shone so much light to direct such happiness to my paths. You have been my angel, always by my side, providing me with every possible support that can be named. On this very special day, I wish you a very happy birthday, I wish you happiness and not forgetting, I wish you love. I wish you love from family, friends, acquaintances, strangers and me. I love you my dearest. I hope to be spending more birthdays with you to come.
P.S, good luck and all the best for your chemistry paper.
With Love,
Me
Dear Nique,
It's your 16th birthday tonight, and you're a year younger than I am. I bet you're high from being smug. But that's not the point. The past 4 months have been the most unbelievable ones. You have shone so much light to direct such happiness to my paths. You have been my angel, always by my side, providing me with every possible support that can be named. On this very special day, I wish you a very happy birthday, I wish you happiness and not forgetting, I wish you love. I wish you love from family, friends, acquaintances, strangers and me. I love you my dearest. I hope to be spending more birthdays with you to come.
P.S, good luck and all the best for your chemistry paper.
With Love,
Me
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