Goldfishy biscuits made me happy! remind me of the good ole' days, how fun!

Books wide open and the pen scratches along, filling up the spaces on the blank canvas. My handwriting does remind me of ants, black ants scurying for sweet stuf. yucks

I want to be like the holiday trekkers with their luggage in hand, leisurely walking around.
but not like that 2 men, who have been waxing that 6 big pieces of marble tiles for the whole 5 hours. Weirdly, the tiles were still tn shiny when we left the place! HAHA

I am inspired by Project Envisage 365, a project calling for participants in a photo project chronicling the lives of women - one picture a day, every day.

I spent much of today, looking at the photos and I am so intriguied! Like the picture of MaryFran's baked good and to Linda's photos documentating the amazing relationship maintained with her lesbian daughter. It was all so amazing and yes, much a pleasure that I could get peeks of the images and insights of the lives of these women.

In particular, I would think Linda is one amazing mother, nt a single bit of the messy parent that we linked it to a divorcee and in fact, her open-mindedness and love shines thru. How many times do we read of a mother being supportive of a daughter's deflected gender orientation, still giving her blessings to the pair of love birds. She took pride becuase her daughter loves and is loved.

wow.

I dont know. My life is so bland most of the time but I will try, a photo a day maybe, just for me.

http://envisage365.blogspot.com/ Go on, take a look and be engaged! (:

this song will never be finished - Joanna Dong

this song will never be finished
'cos i'm struggling with the words
searching where it hurts
should the chords be diminished?
should this song be beautiful?
like these memories of you...

my heart will never recover
from the flights of fantasy
and the fall from love's glory
but if i could, i'd start over
and over and over and over...

for beginnings are sweet
and the ends should be too
but the 'coulds' and the 'woulds'
are seldom the 'shoulds',
as if the things meant to be, must never be so
and so it goes...

this song will never be finished
for if i fail this one more time
our romance will have a friend
so i'll stop after this line
then our story need never...

I cant believed how numbed- i find myself to be.

last night, i sat in my room,
sipping my green tea and found delight in my burger

while.

next door, there were drama.

why wouldnt you come home?

LIAR LIAR, PANTS ON FIRE.


just go away.


edit//
tonight, loneliness is so overwhelming.
my heart is cold, stone cold.
again and again.
I believe in you.
but each time, you broke my heart, with such cruelty.
this 3 months, my cares were genuine and we were happy.
yet it looks like, the cycle is starting all over again.

How do I ever trust you again.

or how, can a daughter's heart be broken and her trust displaced?

Do you believe it when people tell u:
"We are made for each other"

i think its jus because,

they are a perfect concoction of time, place, situation and a lil cupid push.

oh, this game of courtship and love.

i cant comprehend. i cant empathise. i dont understand.

largely, of the notion of love.

why do people love?
what does it all entail when this love sours?
the pledge of love, once sweet and promised eternity.
returns to nought.

the notions of love , oh so weak and fragile.
at times, so disappointing .

peanut butter cookies and a lazy afternoon. =)

now, what abt the essays! HaH!