i may return to write a second line..
a life of decadence
of ageless nights and sudden dawns
no words would come that make sense of us
despite shuffling feet and silent cries
quick goodbyes,
save a storm.
he would, but he died.
lovely hugs
wipe tears off your back.
25th July 2008 - Convoked
Thanks to the parents, the sister and all the friends who turned up, and those who more than just turned up.
I'm down with sinus problem today after setting up brilliant fires for the bbq at the class chalet over the weekend. along with it came another few hundred photographs from our cam-whoring sessions, which i wonder when i'll ever get to clear.
thousand of photos are currently sitting pretty in my laptop.. friends have since gave up baying for my blood and pics. i think i ought to apply for compassionate leave to settle them once and for all.
do you sometimes feel like you're just a time-filler? or treated somebody like one?
*enters taylor hicks down the aisle, on the harmonica, playing the blues*
serenade me
Spasmodic Dysphonia.
This could be what I have. My low rumbling mutter, moulded out of necessity to disguise from it. will pay a visit to the specialist one of these days. Call them mumbles, call them rumbles, I have careless whispers if you would listen.
10 km Nike human race on 31st Aug, 21 km army half marathon the week after, the organisers are a bunch of asses. I've been wanting to do a proper 21km for ages but my troublesome left knee ligament is a wuss. maybe it will snap into two if i push it again. but what the hell. creaking left shoulder from the inability to sleep on the right, on the side away from memories and a murky wall, bumps and bruises from the friendly chaps at sunday soccer.. and that's enough for now.
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the moment was lying on the ground, waiting to be stepped on.
tell me johndoe, what the fuck have you been doing?
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and we made it down for diana's convo after a day of very long walks. 
yet a year ago i missed the most important of them all. AY 2006-07 was the academic year filled with a lifetime of mistakes.
sometimes i think my photos are utterly lifeless.
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who's that from fremont, california? hello hello?
pam? drop me a msg yeah.
rustic villages in cambodia, the ethereal angkor wat, splendid sparkling milky way, standing above a ball of rising cloud, dipping into waterfalls, being halted by a koala bear in the middle of a mountain road in the middle of the night, flying amongst coral gardens with giant green turtles, slurping roasted goose noodles along an empty wintry road, flailing my arms upon breathless canvas of mountain top views, .. or the image of you.
The moment, that moment, is the only, and we can never go back, no matter whim or will.
