Bizarre dreams are back!

last night i was kidnapped by movie-like white ppl. It was so unfair. THEY looked like they were IN a movie, but the rest of us looked like we were in a regular dream. Their movements and visuals and colours and all looked movie-edited. we looked plain.

Anyhoo, they shoved me in a tiny tiny L-shaped room with cupboards of useless books and a small window. I thought "hmm this is quite silly, why shove me in a place that only i can fit, then how they gonna force me out later?" But whatdyaknow, a fat white dude managed to fit in that tiny space although i can't recall what he came in for.
When he left, I looked out and saw Darren Ashley - i wanted to call out but was afraid they'd hear me from behind the door for sure. so all i could do was watch him walk away. From across the road, to the next shop...to the next shop...to the next shop. yea it was depressing.

Next scene: suddenly i'm with two others (not sure if it was Jane Chong & Darren Ashley) and we're in a house that seems to belong to someone familiar. We're under some kind of house arrest by the same people, and we manage to get permission to go upstairs to drink water. We go into a room where we attempt to lock the doors intending to climb out to the roof. *whispered conversation blah blah that i cant remember* but then either jane or i end up walking back downstairs to "decoy" so they wouldnt suspect. and there was something about the ankles of our jeans getting wet.

i duno. wth right?

Underheadlights. hehe

Random Useless Note of the day: Fresh singledom seems to inspire flurries of girlies.

Gray

GRAY

Trailing my fingers across your skin

Velvet secrets out for a spin

Believe this will slip away, fade away, disappear

Fast forward/Rewind to a time that you'll remember

when it was not all so black and white, darkness and light

Do you remember?

It's time you made up your mind

To put out the light or ignite

We've been on this carousel way too many rounds and I'm thinking over

I won't wait til it gets out of line

Stop taking your time, wasting mine

Won't be okay with this gray.

Cut it deeper to see how much of me flows

Keep it bottled and watch as it grows

Take twenty when all you need is just one more

You look dark like a prince who has lost his crown

but kept the jewels in his stare

No matter what's said, detachment underplayed

The colours fade..

It's time you made up your mind

To put out the light or ignite

We've going around and around and around and

I won't wait til it gets out of line

Stop taking your time, wasting mine

Won't be okay..with this..gray.

"Wear a suit, k"

Wow. I'm getting super lousy at remembering to take pictures of the things I do. I remember a time when EVERYTHING was picture-bloggable. (yes, bloggable)

I can't believe I didn't take a SINGLE PICTURE this night.tsk tsk tsk.

I got out of the car thinking "ok, I'm gonna change out of this in like, 5mins, no need to wear my heels lahhhh...."

Cheh. Regretting that now haha.

Mom made the cake deco. Paperplanepursuit.com! =D
Irwan was trying to figure out which one was him.

Sheena got a biiiiiit obsessed with cake-pictures...

then Joey came with his canggih camera and took pictures, yayy..

happy happy joy joy

haha joni you're so rude

there should be a cupcake and a starbucks logo in that little collage you've made.
hahahhaha oh such a temptation to post the collage here with my exact suggestions added in.

carnalities of the night

a jealousy for your talent.
mental exhaustion for the week.
a digging deeper into the very being of me for the best there is.

your heartache brings me heartache,
but your sting is much much stronger,
a silent murderous poison,
there's a need to let go.
such a waste you weren't seeing things clearly
such an inequity is hard to forget, but He's real and He can,
there's a need to let go.
the only thing consistent is your chaos,
its perpetuality like a raging war
of good and bad and bad is strong
like venom running deep into the veins,
like a swelling tongue plugging out breath,
like ten thousand bamboo needles embedded into the skin
there's a need to let go.

a desperate need to let go.

Too busy for you

It bothers me when I can't find even ONE person willing to take 30mins of their time to bring 4 visitors to a place because they are too busy promoting and preparing the place for those same visitors.

Rich people smell of serum

I spritzed some of the stuff from the sunny orange bottle onto my palm and almost immediately its sweet refreshing smell filled the entire room. I breathed it in, a nice deep refreshing type of breathing in. It smelled so good, and oddly, a distant memory of a well-off childhood friend stepped into my mind. Much like the sudden smell of granma that you sometimes get while walking past the most unlikely places like the woodcutter next to the bakery.
Strange how memories can be dug up like that - by a smell.
Yea, rich people smell of serum.