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only peace.



Sunday, November 30, 2008

I think, nothing is an accident at all.
7:16 PM




Can we pretend to leave and then
We'll meet again

When both our cars collide.

Maybe.
5:27 PM




Stop wasting my time.
4:12 PM




Why do want such a pure one anyway? You're just going to dirty it.

Start with a marked one, okay. Leave the pure for the pure.
3:57 PM




You have a very idiotic way of changing my mood, spoiling my mood and zapping my energy.

And I thought vampires only existed in stories.
Edward and James have nothing on you.
3:55 PM



Friday, November 28, 2008

Aleina says, if you get started on your homework I'll give you candy.
4:34 PM




My real life John Tucker.

Must die.
4:31 PM



Sunday, November 23, 2008

刚才,下了一场大雨。我在屋里,没看到闪电,所以无法预测九秒后的雷。

打雷,响亮得很,把我吓着了。我的手立刻往上盖住耳朵,第二瞬间就是想到你。


有人说,当你被吓坏或生命有危险时,第一个想到的人就是你的。。。
6:07 PM




Happy 23rd day of the month.
9:44 AM




A door left open
A woman walking by
A drop in the water
A look in the eye
A phone on the table
A man on your side
Someone that you think that you can trust
Is just another way to die


I don't know if you know it, but I did warn you before.

Another tricky little gun
Giving solace to the one
That will never see the sunshine

"How can you catch us, if we don't even exist? One thing you should know is that we have people everywhere. Isn't that right?"

Bang.
9:43 AM



Tuesday, November 18, 2008

I'm knee-deep in Chuck Palahniuk debt.
12:30 PM




These days, I'm rolling my eyes so much they hurt so bad.
12:28 PM




Water, said Gran. That'll make him come out.

We pour water under his door. Fill his room.

Stuff water under his door.
12:17 PM




Andrew Matthews said, "Who ever said the other party would suffer if we didn't forgive them?"

Yes, his point is that by forgiving others, we ourselves would attain happiness, never mind if the other party understands his mistake or not. On the other hand, if by holding in our anger and rage towards the other person, we're losing out on happiness whilst the other party loses nothing.

The little genius.

But, I'll go one further.

I'll forgive you, yes. But I'll pretend I haven't.
11:45 AM




Hip Hip Hooray for me
You talk to me

But would you kill me in my sleep
Lay still like the Dead
From the razor to the Rosary
We could lose ourselves and paint these walls in Pitchfork Red

I will avenge my Ghost with every breath I take
I'm coming back from the Dead
And I'll take you home with me
I'm taking back the life you stole

This hole you put me in
Wasn't deep enough
And I'm climbing out right now
You're running out of places
To hide from me

This Isn't a Fashion Statement, It's a Deathwish
My Chemical Romance


You're running out of places to hide from me.
11:23 AM



Monday, November 17, 2008

Guess it wasn't enough to take up some of my love, huh?
Guys are so hard to trust.

Did I not tell you that I'm not like that girl? The one who gives it all away.

Did you think that I was gonna give it up to you, this time, any time?

If you were looking for me to be perfect for you, sorry, you're looking wrong. Yes, go back, there's where you can find all the love you need.

I'm not like that girl, I don't give it all away.

I'd say fuck, but why get angry.
10:52 PM




You are like a plush toy. Cute to look at, warm to hug, but not very useful otherwise.

This you is a different you, from the previous you below. No, it shouldn't be very confusing, because if I am confusing myself then it can't be said to be really, truly confusing, right?

Right.
11:01 AM




I walk into ArtBox. I open the package of crackers. I enter the toy shop.

You're everywhere.
10:59 AM




A new cat. I has it.

I'm trying to name it. Her.

Tiak, I really sound like you.

Give me suggestions.
Give me strength.

Flash.
10:55 AM




Tiak, I'm looking at my hands, and they don't look very much like mine. Nor do they look like yours. So I don't think we swopped.

Rather, I think our hands have mutated into a Chuck Palahniuk strain.


Tyler Durden echoes in my head, "This is your life. This is your life. This is your life. This is your life."
10:52 AM



Sunday, November 16, 2008

She walked down the aisle, gazing at all the chunky machines laid out before her eyes. Each one was similar to the one before it: a large box made of hard clear plastic, with a red top and stand.

But it was the inside that made each different. Behind each plastic shield stood a doll, boy or girl, but a hundred different costumes. Thin ropes held their arms, head and legs. Inanimate, frozen.

20 cents made that world of a difference. For 20 cents, life inside the plastic box was awoken.

The girl moved slightly down the aisle and placed a coin in the slot of a machine. She twisted the silver knob and heard her coin fall inside. On the first note of music, with a jerk of his skinny arm, the boy inside began moving and dancing. It was a choppy dance, flailing of limbs and awkward steps. The girl gave the boy a final distasteful glance and moved forward towards the other machines. Behind her, Jimmy the Clown continued dancing.

The girl walked further down the aisle and stopped in front of another machine. Inside, the wooden chiselled face of handsome boy stared back at her. The girl smiled a wistful smile and dropped in a coin. From the turn of the knob, he enthralled her. He held out flowers full of cheer. His smile was like the Sun, the girl thought. The tap dance he did was neat and flawless. When the performance was over, the girl clapped her hands in glee.

She skipped her way to the counter at the front of the store and held out a five-dollar note. The girl with the little pinafore dress in the red machine smiled her mechanical grin and poured twenty-five new coins into the girl's hands.

She returned to her Perfect Boy. With a silly grin plastered on her face, she dropped coin after coin into the slot. Turning the knob again and again. Just to see Perfect Boy dance for her and love her.

The sign on the top of the box, it read "Coin-operated Love".


8 Nov 2008
© Chiang Lin
8:49 AM




Now repeat after me, 18 equals 18, 17 does not equal 18.

18 equals 18, yes.
You just fell one short, darling.

Thanks for not sharing.

Give me endurance.
Give me selective blindness.

Sorry, Tiak. Sorry, God.

Thanks for not sharing.


Give me a pretty group picture.
Flash.
8:39 AM



Saturday, November 15, 2008

The girl sits in the teacup, spinning. Her eyes stare straight ahead; she shows no sign of dizziness.

Around her, the lights blink green and black.

The girl looks for a meaning.
3:31 PM




They even had to list out the enrolment, wow!

Lest people forget the last four.
3:29 PM




Look at that girl's smile.

It's not like that. Not that simple.
3:27 PM




The girl laid out her collection of buttons on her desk. Coloured buttons, each a bright hue of the rainbow.

The girl opened her drawer and took out her magnifying glass. She held it up to the one in the centre, the sleek black one. As she drew the lens closer to her, the black button grew bigger, until it got so big that she couldn't see the buttons around it anymore.

Though they were still there.

-------------------------------------------------------
It's funny how I can have so many people in my life, but by error of my perspective, you've overshadowed the rest.

I have God, Pa, Ma, Mei, Aleina, Michelle, Rachel, Weili, Yuting, Joel, Tiak, Zilin, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.

Yes, I have you, but you're just a tiny part. Might I say, insignificant.

Initiate: perspective adjustment, major.

-------------------------------------------------------
The girl took away the magnifying glass. The black button shrank rapidly, until it became the tiniest of the lot. The bright shades of the other buttons started to overshadow the black one.

Naturally.

The girl threw away the magnifying lens.
1:04 AM



Friday, November 14, 2008

Aleina says, the modal of the world reads "No No No No No No No Yes."
9:40 PM



Thursday, November 13, 2008

When the girl got good and ready, she jumped.
7:34 PM




I'm all set to forget and move on, but the little bloody thing called Life is in my way.

Everywhere I go, I see reminders and hints. You're long gone, I'm even happy about that, but no, the coincidences stay put.

The coincidences, tiny little feathers, but coming on fast one after another. Until they form these piles in front of my front door. Piles that grow into hills. Now, peeking out of my room, I think I see a mountain.

The coincidences keep running, like a channel 8 drama. Will you please come back, just to unsubscribe the service. That's what people do, don't they, cancel the utility services when they move house.

The coincidences keep running, and my denial is drying up.
7:33 PM




I hid myself from failure and fear
O my dear you're a threat to the bad in us all
They tell themselves that each word from your lips
Or the grace in your eyes overcomes any fall


Over the twilight you're listening for me
Darling, go to sleep
Cradled by moonlight, I'm dreaming we'll be
Loved so deep


Floating and fighting, like a kite on a string
Till you cut through my tether and changed everything

From the sky you looked small, but I loved you the same
So I darted back quickly to spell out your name
And when they say that I'm just a terrible kite
You'll tell them you're proud of my marvelous flight


Don't hide yourself inside till I'm old
O my dear you're a threat to the bad we all see
I'm beside myself for the touch of your lips
Or the grace of your eyes that can see good in me


Over the twilight you're listening for me
Darling, go to sleep
Cradled by moonlight, I'm dreaming we'll be
Loved so deep


Floating and fighting, like a kite on a string
Till you cut through my tether and changed everything

From the sky you looked small, but I loved you the same
So I darted back quickly to spell out your name
And when they say that I'm just a terrible kite
You'll tell them you're proud of my marvelous flight


Kite
Copeland


Here we go, another bolding failure. That phrase works both ways.
7:18 PM




I remember the times we spent together
On those drives
We had a million questions
All about our lives
And when we got to New York
Everything felt right
I wish you were here with me
Tonight


I remember the days we spent together
Were not enough
And I used to feel like dreamin'
Except we always woke up

Never thought not having you here now
Would hurt so much


Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up
I need your loving hands to come and pick me up
And every night I miss you, I can just look up
And know the stars are
Holding you, holding you, holding you

Tonight

I remember the time you told me
About when you were eight

And all those things you said that night
That just couldn't wait

I remember the car you were last seen in
And the games we would play
All the times we spilled our coffees
And stayed out way too late

I remember the time you sat and told me
About your Jesus
And how not to look back
Even if no one believes us
When it hurts so bad
Sometimes not having you here
I sing


Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up
I need your loving hands to come and pick me up
And every night I miss you, I can just look up
And know the stars are
Holding you, holding you, holding you

Tonight

Tonight
FM Static


I wanted to bold the parts that applied to us, but looked what happened. Almost the whole song is in bold.

I don't even know if it's me singing this song to you,
or me imagining you singing it to me.
7:14 PM



Wednesday, November 12, 2008

I don't know how to thank you enough. :')

Your email came just when I was at my wits' end.
The email, like the Sun, peeping past gray clouds.


"Dear Lord, you know my needs and I am leaving this in your hands."
The power of prayer.


And I realised how foolish I was, holding frustration and anger to myself, trying hard to solve my problems on my own. How great it felt, to know He cares, to know you care, to know people still care. And to leave my burdens at His feet.

Oh, how I cried. But it was a good kind of cry. Something I've been searching for, for a long time.

Release, closure and comfort.

Thank you!
10:53 PM




But does he like me like me, like I like him? :/
5:32 PM



Tuesday, November 11, 2008

All my life, I've kept secrets, A few of my own, but mostly for others. I used to think of it as my superhero ability, an infinite capacity to harbour secrets and never spill over.


Used to think.


Who would have thought that the one secret, the last straw on the camel's back, the first secret that found no room at my inn, would be one of my own? The Pot of Secrets boils over.

I can't take it, I just can't, anymore. This secret, this bloody secret, it's something only two people in this world know.

You and me.

Two out of six billion is a very, very tiny fraction.


Holding this secret is like having AIDS.
10:44 PM



Monday, November 10, 2008

I'm waiting for someone to come forth and tell me, he's not worth it, he is an idiot, it was his fault and that I should just walk away with my head held high.

Only then, I feel, I can move on.


Aleina says I'm being silly. Again. "If you already know these things yourself (and very well, if i may add), then why wait for someone to tell you again? You can walk on already. If you must, fine, I'll tell you."

He's not worth it.
He is an idiot.
It was his fault.

"Come girl, walk away."


It's at times like these that I love Aleina so. I'm bound by the threads of confidentiality not to spill a word; no one in this world knows.

But there's always God. And there's always Aleina.
6:59 PM



Sunday, November 9, 2008

You see why, I sometimes treat you as a brother.

A younger brother.
5:39 PM




Once, there was a girl who stood up for you. A million people might talk behind your back, spite you, curse you, but she stood true to you.

Alone, she couldn't do much, but still she remained standing, literal at times, and mentally with you always.

It confused her, more than you'd ever know. This strength she had for you. It told her she was stronger than even she herself thought possible.

So amidst her confusion and helplessness, she stood.


Now, given all that happened, all you made happen, the girl isn't so sure anymore. Isn't so sure about standing, really quite sure about walking away.

When the millions buzz next, don't expect to catch her there, the lone soul unswaying in the crowd.
5:16 PM



Saturday, November 8, 2008

Edward Munich fights Zac Efron.

Mr Munich, sir, you've got my wholehearted vote.
11:03 PM




The Art of Lying.
I


Lying so well, people believe you without skipping a beat.
Lying so well, people think you're telling the truth.
Lying so well, people don't even expect it.

Lying so well, you develop an alter ego.
Lying so well, you change your personality.
Lying so well, you believe yourself.
11:02 PM




I hate it when people say, "He/She is still human."

As if there's anything scarier than that.
10:55 PM




Aleina wants to set up her own blog.

But she's afraid.
To lose herself in there.
3:28 PM




If everyone has a purpose, I think I've figured out mine.


Thank you for your kind attention.
3:26 PM




"And I don't have the time to waste on you anymore;
I don't think you even know what you're looking for."

There you go, something different.
3:23 PM




I don't even mean it in the literal sense, though the imsonia hits my real world too.

What I really want back is the ability to take charge of my dreams, run and fly through them, reach them without having to pass through the normal passage of normal sleep.

Who needs sleep.

I want to see Aleina, run from the weird kind man in the top-hat, cross the green clouds, fall with the rain, sit in the padded chairs.

And wake up, heart thudding and echoing. But rested.

I know, it's the irony that keeps me laughing.
3:21 PM




I remember the feeling of not being able to fall asleep when I'm so tired.

It's a damned feeling.
It's a helpless thing.
It's a familiar ting-a-ling.

And it's happening now.


It used to be because I was too happy, too hyped up to fall asleep. Now, it's because I'm too tired to fall asleep.

Ridiculous, you think.

But no, it took me this long to realise, I actually need to exert effort to slip into a little death.
3:15 PM



Monday, November 3, 2008

Oh, happy day! :)

Aleina is laughing at the sight of me grinning to myself.
10:03 PM




Wow, amazement.

The ticket scene dream actually came quite close to reality.
6:35 PM




After Aleina laughed at the song "The More You Ruv Someone", she couldn't stop playing it on the computer. We really had a good laugh about it.

Aleina credits it as inspiration for her latest invention:
death by love.
6:32 PM




The previous post, wise as it may seem, was not written by Aleina. It's just something floating around the Internet.

But Aleina liked it a lot, and she said, "I'm going to keep reminding you about it."
6:30 PM




10% of life is made up of what happens to you.
90% of life is decided by how you react.
What does this mean?

We really have no control over 10% of what happens to us. We cannot stop the car from breaking down. The plane that arrived late throws our whole schedule off. A driver may cut us off in traffic. We have no control over this 10%. The other 90% is different. You determine the other 90%.

How? By your reaction. You cannot control a red light, but you can control your reaction. Don't let people fool you; YOU can control how you react.

Let's use an example. You are eating breakfast with your family. Your daughter knocks over a cup of coffee onto your business shirt. You have no control over what just what happened. What happens when the next will be determined by how you react. You curse. You harshly scold your daughter for knocking the cup over. She breaks down in tears. After scolding her, you turn to your spouse and criticize them for placing the cup too close to the edge of the table. A short verbal battle follows. You storm upstairs and change your shirt. Back downstairs, you find your daughter has been too busy crying to finish breakfast and get ready for school. She misses the bus.Your spouse must leave immediately for work. You rush to the car and drive your daughter to school. Because you are late, you drive 40 miles an hour in a 30 mph speed limit. After a 15-minute delay and throwing $60 (traffic fine) away, you arrive at school. Your daughter runs into the building without saying goodbye. After arriving at the office 20 minutes late, you realized you forgot your briefcase. Your day has started terrible. As it continues, it seems to get worse and worse. You look forward to coming home, whenyou arrive home, you find small wedge in your relationship with your spouse and daughter.

Why did you have a bad day?
A) Did the coffee cause it?
B) Did your daughter cause it?
C) Did the policeman cause it?
D) Did you cause it?

The answer is D. You had no control over what happened with the coffee. How you reacted in those 5 seconds is what caused your bad day.

Here is what could have and should have happened. Coffee splashes over you. Your daughter is about to cry. You gently say, "Its ok honey, you just need to be more careful next time". Grabbing a towel you rush upstairs. After grabbing a new shirt and your briefcase, you come back down in time to look through the window and see your child getting on the bus. She turns and waves. You and your spouse kiss before you go to work. You arrive 5 minutes early and cheerfully greet the staff. Your boss comments on how good the day you are having.

Notice the difference? Two different scenarios. Both started the same. Both ended different.

Why? Because of how you REACTED. You really do not have any control over 10% of what happens. The other 90% was determined by your reaction.

Here are some ways to apply the 90/10 principle.If someone says something negative about you, don't be a sponge. Let the attack roll off like water on glass. You don't have to let the negative comment affect you! React properly and it will not ruin your day. A wrong reaction could result in losing a friend, being fired, getting stressed out etc. How do you react if someone cuts you off in traffic? Do you lose your temper? Pound on the steering wheel? Do you curse? Does your blood pressure skyrocket? Do you try and bump them? WHO CARES if you arrive ten seconds later at work? Why let the cars ruin your drive?

Remember the 90/10 principle, and do not worry about it. Why get stressed out? It will just make things worse.

You can be different!Understand and apply the 90/10 principle. It will change your life.

6:28 PM




"There's a fine, fine line between love and a waste of time."
- Kate Monster, Avenue Q

Aleina was watching Youtube videos and reading the song lyrics this afternoon. Then she turned to me and said,
"For Christmas, I'll buy you crayons; we'll make that line thicker."

Christmas presents and colouring time! Aleina really knows how to make me happy. Thanks girl!
6:21 PM



Sunday, November 2, 2008

Aleina and I went to watch Avenue Q; what a blast!

After the play, my parents gave her a lift home. We discussed the show and talked about our favourite scenes. I liked the "Mix Tape" scene whilst Aleina was crazy over the song "Schadenfreude".

We both loved "Only For Now", but for different reasons, I think.


During the show, when Christmas Eve sang the line
"The more you love someone, the more you want to kill him..."
Aleina laughed so loud! Plus she was the only one laughing so it was even more embarrassing.

That was one of her favourite songs too.


But Aleina and I gave our unanimous vote to "There's a Fine, Fine Line".
But for quite different reasons.
9:56 PM



Saturday, November 1, 2008

H:
I guess I should've known better
To believe that my luck could change
I lent my heart out forever
This time finally learnt his name

I tell myself, this time it's different
No goodbyes 'cause
I can't bear to say it
I'll never survive
The one that's coming
If I stay, oh no

Just walk away
Oh and don't look back
'Cause if my heart breaks
It's gonna hurt so bad
You know I'm strong
But I can't take that
Before it's too late
Oh, just walk away

Walk, walk, walk away...

Aleina:
Honey you know you can blame him
Who's fault would it be if 'tain't his?
Cinderella you lost your shoe, but
The prince don't know what he's lost is you
(Oh, lost you)

H:
This heaviness feels so familiar
Each goodbye with just the same old song
But this time I will not surrender
'Cause I'm gone
Oh yeah!

Together:
Just walk away
Oh and don't look back
It isn't "If my heart breaks it's gonna hurt so bad"
You know I'm strong
But you've never seen this
I'm walking away
It's your heart I'll take

Ooh just walk away
Walk, walk, walk away

You're right
I've got to let you go
But hey, mister, there's a bad choice of words
From the rooftop I'll let go
Try to survive, okay?
Hey, hey!

Just walk away!
Those shoe glass splinters
I'll stab in your heart
It's gonna hurt so bad

You know I'm strong
(You know she's strong)
But you've never seen this
Now it's too late

Just walk away.


Walk Away
Vanessa Hudgens

This has been an Aleina & H Edit.
12:40 PM


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