masquerade; paper faces on parade

Saturday, June 27, 2009

The new trance-like music I like keeps up the dreamy atmosphere that I find helps me sail through Life a little easier.

Waltzing on ice! It doesn't get any better than this. (:
Even if the lyrics are not very well-meaning XD

In true spontaneous and random style, even if from something negative.
Yes, I see how life works out. (:

I know it was inconvenient for you >.<
But you know, you already are always right there, within reach, and able to do something about almost everything.

2:06 PM

Friday, June 26, 2009

When I finally find some music I love enough to want to buy the albums, I realise none of them can be found in Singapore. Not easily enough anyway. Paying for shipping doesn't make sense and is more expensive too.

See why piracy is on the rise? XD

Soap&Skin, Kerli, Late Night Alumni, Stars ^^

8:23 PM

Thursday, June 25, 2009

All the things I've heard about and read, mean nothing now.
I don't feel the way they dictate I should.

Why?

4:24 PM

I've never felt such fear and trepidation that all I want to do is curl up in a fetal position and close my eyes.

Why do I feel this way?

4:23 PM

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

^^ (:

5:17 PM

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

What do you mean I Will Follow You Into The Dark by Death Cab for Cutie is New Moon OST?! And that they're using Muse and Paramore again?!

10:56 PM

For some reason, whenever I hear that song now, I think only of Jacob Black, and no longer Edward Cullen.

10:50 PM

This is the ultimate. :D

from Tiak.

10:49 PM

Uncharacteristic or not, I thought that message was kinda cute XD
Mmm, I guess it's sorta my fault, my phobia with using the telephone and all. I get the same writer's block when smsing.

And maybe it's not about having enough to say when the two people meet, but about how to put it across. Guts and courage are sometimes needed in large doses, on my part at least.

Blossom the Witch is intriguing. No, she'll not appear in PPG: The Musical. XD

Maybe, just maybe, I can help you stay. We can help each other stay.
To be honest, I'm not sure how I can be a proper anchor.

After all...proper anchors don't drift.

But I'm here, even if mentally, whilst drifting. Most probably not something for you to run to, I don't think so, but yes you can ask this much from me, I'm here. (:

Porque tu dolor es mi dolor.

9:54 PM

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Some day, perhaps, I will tell you everything.
I just hope it doesn't stay on the inside so long it sticks.

12:56 AM

The day is cold.
The day is cold and dark and dreary.

And it rains.
And the wind is never weary.

Ivy still clings to the wall.
At every gust the dead leaves fall.

And the day is dark.
And the day is dark and dreary.

Be still sad heart.
Oh be still and cease repining.

Behind the clouds
Is the sun still shining.

Thy fate is the fate of all.
Into life some rain must fall.

Some days must be dark
Some days must be dark and dreary.

Rainy Days
Late Night Alumni

There's really something about these lyrics.
Or maybe it's just me.

"Some days must be dark"...
most days can? XD

12:54 AM

Thursday, June 18, 2009

I'm a girl, and I squealed in delight when I (finally, finally) found The Teenage Workbook. At $4 $3, I think it's quite a steal for a book full of laughs.

Pet vampiric tortoise half-wolves are something, and then ninja-werewolf-kickingbeetles are a totally different class still. XD

The thing with you is, when you ask me questions, somehow I don't really have to reply, and you get the right answer anyway. (Hmm, even if you did push it, I wouldn't let you.)

Smiley face (:

1:49 AM

Monday, June 15, 2009

I was a child.

12:22 AM

I'm pleased to say that I can read your blog without feeling an ounce of emotion anymore.

Um, no, not "you" you ah XD

12:09 AM

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Ethereal.
Surreal.

Whimsical.

11:45 PM

Hitherto.

11:31 PM

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Some days, most days, I'm afraid to say I believe my worlds.

These worlds. I hardly understand and hardly trust them, yet somehow I believe them.
At times, they are far more real than this place we call Earth.

Again, I don't say, that I believe,
but I think you know.

I'm not crazy.

10:39 PM

I'm going to end today's onslaught of thoughts with just one more:

"Suicidal blogs don't always mean suicidal kids"
- The Straits Times

10:18 PM

"Rainy Days" reads, or sings, like a typical post on my blog.
Hey, I might have invented Twitter without realising it. ^^

10:15 PM

I don't think you understand.

I don't wish to go down with the sun;
I wish to have been born the moon.

10:06 PM

I started out meeting the lyrebird,
breathing these actions,
getting uncomfortable with it,
hating the lyrebird.

Then, when I step away from her, she steps away from me. Mimicry, flowing in her veins and dripping from her lips, she leads me in a reflection, reflective waltz.

I take control. I try control. I stop. Reach out.
Where our fingers would have met is cold, hard glass.

There is no escaping this. My mouth, still; hers a slight sneer. In my search for my self, I find what I wasn't looking for. What I wasn't expecting.

But it's true. This is me; everything I am, this has become.
"Let go of me and let go of everything; you will hold nothing."

I am the lyrebird.

"Even in disguise, one must be beautiful."

10:05 PM

"The only problem with going to bed,
is that you have to wake up in the morning.
When you can't get up to the cold morning light,
but you don't get to sleep in."

But I'm still dreaming.
You can't stop me from dreaming.

I'm not crazy.

9:57 PM

These days, I live life like I'm in an emo music video.
And I used to think why actors get actors' depression.

Go, live pittance as pittance does.

9:53 PM

These chants in my head: "Just get this over and done with."

9:45 PM

My worlds are becoming miscible, as I've said before.

This could be a good thing, providing passage in between worlds, permanent or otherwise.

Or it could be a bad thing, taking over this one physical world we're all allowed, I'm allowed...the one you're allowed.

My trust, or rather lack thereof, is eminent everywhere, even as I proceed to fall from this door to the next. I still don't know what happened with A, how it happened, why it happened. Any happening, I think I don't want anymore. Any more. As it appears, I can't even trust my own worlds. Nor understand them.

Just take away my human instinct; then, I think it'll be when I cease to be.

Why do I even want to be a psychologist anymore.

9:40 PM

Mediacorp's Saving Gaia Green Initiative is stealing my "In my world...".

9:31 PM

Cutters cut to release their internal pain. To feel alive.

Me, I may have reached a point where I don't want to feel Life. I go for walks during the hottest time of the day. Intense heat and light feels like a mere kiss on my skin. Burn my retina, so be it. What I try to make me feel alive ends in surreality and dream.

My kind of dream.

In my world, dream is a noun, dream is a verb, dream is plural, singular, medical.

9:30 PM

What you feel isn't always real.

Where we live, nobody's perfect.
In my world, not everyone expects anyone to be perfect.
I know I don't.

In fact, I like that you're not perfect. (笑)

9:26 PM

What I really want to do, is direct and shoot a silent movie.

9:25 PM

Saturday, June 6, 2009

No. Come on.

This is more like it. (:

Definitely.

My hero. ^^

8:23 PM

Thursday, June 4, 2009

My phone rang - Amaranth - and I opened the message.

It was sweet, and you were sweet, but it still made me catch my breath in a very negative way, because...
He used to say that.

I didn't mean to point it out as a lie or anything (: Just that, now you know the reason for my immediate issue with that.

I need to find trust.

12:26 PM

I might just like the Twilight saga again...for Jacob Black.

Like, OMG-have-you-seen-how-he-transforms-into-a-wolf?
*turns into a squealing bimbo for one fleeting second*

^.^

12:21 PM