Wednesday, February 15, 2006

The show is over/Say goodbye

Laid bare at 4:56 pm
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Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Her piano-playing fingers are beautifully knobbly

Dear Celest,

I wrote this song for you. This is the song I'd like you to sing for me. I was hoping to record some of my songs, with my friends singing them. I wrote this with you in mind, because you are so beautiful. Here are the lyrics, and when we get the chance, I'll sing it to you so you can sing it for me.

I love you girl.

Jun
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To the one who christened me the Goddess of the Stars, I love you. Fiercely so.


Laid bare at 12:16 am
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Saturday, February 11, 2006

à notre moment : accueillir à la maison

If you've been with me on this tremulous ride so far,
you'd know what this means.





-Thank you, to each and every single one of you who took my weathered shoes and tried to mend them by hand.



Laid bare at 12:32 pm
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Thursday, February 09, 2006

Come back Celest, Celest needs you

I hope what I'm doing is correct.
Because the signals are so mixed, and I'm not exactly Miss all-held-together at this point in time.
All I know is;- to me it's worth it.
It might be something normal for most girls. I mean, heck, I know girls who jump right onto the bandwagon of their choice by taking a mindblowing step of taking initiative- but you know what? I was never one of them.

Right now I'm most afraid of the words "I don't know". Stuff a pillow in my face and suck the air out of my lungs with full-strength sleeping pills; just don't let me near those 3 words now. I hear it so much from him, and I hear it a lot from myself too when I speak to Jun about this.

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Sorry seems to be the hardest word.
Guilt seems to be easier to assume
Without the golden word.





























-I'm sorry, for my part in bringing this about.


Laid bare at 1:59 am
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Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Sometimes when your heart aches, your head does too.


Laid bare at 5:20 pm
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Tuesday, February 07, 2006

This is what pain is

I guess I had hoped that if I went to sleep,
the painful questions would work themselves out in my dreams.

I guess I thought wrong.

First there are kisses/
Then there are sighs/
And before you know it/
You're saying goodbye


Laid bare at 9:13 am
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Sunday, February 05, 2006

Carbonated affection, my love, is no affection

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am.

-To old couples holding hands on the bus, thank you.

-To Jun and Syl, I want a hug from the both of you. Come find me for yours.


Laid bare at 11:05 pm
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Wednesday, February 01, 2006

They package chirpiness too!

You know it's just not your day when you're wearing black and the sun is out in its full glory, when you oversleep on the bus, and when you queue up for forty-five minutes to renew your PDL and then realize you didn't bring it afterall.

Jeepers creepers.

But this little baby cheered me up when I got home:























My chinese new year surprise from theboy- pineapple tart ice-cream from Island Creamery. The good stuff in dreams; which I dug into, all too happily so.

Feeling chirpy again, I'm good to go!


Laid bare at 5:38 pm
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