Boy

I sit by his window..I adore
him and his shadow.

I dream.
Of Neverland.

Leaf

Falls.SweptAway.Clings.BlownAway.Holds.Dust.Glitter.Shit.

Arcana

It all seems so alien.
Protests,gunfires.
Worries,investments,calculations.
the dimness startlingly reassures me.
Today's menu:Curry.
Tomorrow's destination:Unknown Premises.

Seed

Idia never meant to crawl under the table and look for the broken,blue teacup.Yet,as the cat crawled past her to pounce upon the rather maroon,rather giant cockroach,she did.She conceived a day later.Her husband merely grunted his happiness.Idia carefully glued it back and fed the cat.

Twelve/Appropriate

The images of a favourite summer day,
With tiny flowers strewn in the way..

A knee.
To see.

One night,
I might..

just give it all up,and die..
under the cider sky.

blahlala.

oh,well,the days are again playing tricky games with me.though for once I like them;).
I reeely reeely need to slog hard,but as the eggjam thingy approaches,I start developing interest in every other thing..apart from Restoration Prose and Drama or *groan*Pride and Prejudice.
My bad hair days shall never end.Now it refuses to grow in the direction it should..well.
And yes,do you expect me to study,of all things,now??
People seem strange when you don't know them well,nah?
And yes,I think too much.
These little things bother me,but dunnowhy.
And,I prepared dinner yesterday.after a long time.and was singing at the top of my voice while doing so,and smiling,causing mum to go berserk with curiosity.
Ah,well.-sigh-:D

paranoia..with gilded wings embraced her..tonight the salt of your skin is all hers..today like the toopretty red sunset..she believes in the promises of the knights and the nightless stars..her sword gleamed a bright silver..yes,she wanted to immerse herself in one isolated strip of the dusty road..she wanted your smile to be all hers..she refused to step outside your universe..she didn't.
dangerous white birds hallucinated..her tiny,afterglow of nightmares..sobbed,buried herself in pointless grief..The Insides curled up.. despairing..she prayed for your night sky..she curled up and slept..comforted by the throb at the right side of your throat..she holds onto you..the massacred insides quietly die..

Why am I such a dumb jackass?????????
fuckit.
And I should definitely clean my goddamn ears!
fuckit.




bleh.

Na,it's just me.who is gruffy.-sigh-Why.Why.Why.do i think so much?
Anyway,I detest the authority in college.fuckit.
and,yes,yes,i am jumping over rainbows...just hold me when i trip.du-h.
Film Studies work,almost done.
And,all I got to hear throughout the shoot was:"Choi!Get out!"(hehehe)
and,yesyes that also...-grin-
and,i do not like Today much.
Dhoooooooooooooooooooooooor.