276. I've said it, and I'll say it again. I wish I could be there, but I can't.

You confuse me.

You’ve been spinning me around, when all I wanted was my world to be still. You curl me in the camber of your arms, and then thrust me away as if I’m worth nothing. You are unfeasible, so hard to comprehend. You take the world by storm, with the rushing winds that fill your stale lungs, and the fire that rages on forever. You mould everything to fit you, to fulfil your every desire, every want, every yearning. And then you expect me to learn to walk away, and know when to come back.

They say people never change, but you can morph into anything you want to be. The person of my imaginings, the worst of my nightmares. But every time I try to walk away forever, the ache that builds inside me wants to run back to you. The solid ground which I stand upon comes to a standstill. I’m at the crossroads; one propelling me to you, and the other to fled from you, my forever? Or my never ever?

Which do I pick?

275. AMERICA'S BEST DANCE CREW SEASON 4.

Got that off

http://bloggingbestdancecrew.blogspot.com/2009/06/poreotics-at-body-rock-2009.html

Homagod. Dumbo is so cute!
He's so adorable!
And his popping stops my heart (:

It's too bad they didn't get into Season 4 of America's Best Dance Crew.
This sucks. The teams are bad.
Like, Beat Ya Feet Crew, and what? Afroborike?
What happened to Lost Kids? Rhythmology? Poreotics!?

This is going to be a very boring season SIGH.

Still QUEST CREW OMEGA FOREVER! :D

274. You say that you didn't mean it, but the world's still hurt by what we never meant.

Today, after 9 months in our relationship, my boyfriend and I lost our virginity to each other. We had incredible, mind-blowing sex. An hour later, he broke up with me because apparently "my orgasm face is ugly." FML

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

WHAT A LOSER.

273. Uncomfortable in my own skin.

I just really want to get out of this house. I can't stand being in it, I can't stand the people in it. I don't understand how our relationship has deteorirated till this point. It's like I can't even look at them without a permanent frown plastered to my face. I hate it, I hate it that they can't stand me. I can't escape, can't run away, because even then I need permission. I'm trapped. Yes, I'm trapped in my own home, and I'm dying and dying to get out.

272. I know you want me. Beep. You know I want you. Beep.

The director of Sepet and Talentime has just passed away. Which is rather disturbing after Michael Jackson's death because he was also nearing 51. I'd miss all her interacial movies and strange story lines, and the fact that she had directed them very well. Long live Yasmin Ahmad, eh wait. Screw it.

271. Tagged.

Finish The Sentence.
1. My ex... is an asshole.

2. Maybe I should... focus on one.

3. I love... myself. And a few others.

4. People would say that I am... FUCKING AWESOME. (or a bitch. But then fuck you nyeheh heh.)

5. I don't understand... science. So screw that.

6. When I wake up in the morning... I don't.

7. I trust... my bitch with everything I know.

8. Life is... shit.

9. My past taught me... that my future is shit.

10. I get annoyed when... I see things I want but I don't get.

11. Parties are... very tempting.

12. I wish... for some bubble peal tea.

13. Dogs... are cute but unless you're my dog, forget it.

14. Cats... like Yu Hui's is SO CUTE.

15. Tomorrow is... another retarded day at school.

16. I have a low tolerance for....... bullshit.

17. If I had a million dollars.... I'd buy so many shoes, I wouldn't be able to count them when I'm done.

18. I'm totally terrified of... dragonflies. Twitches.

19. When I look at the night sky I think... food.

270. Don't you shiver babe.

Something I wrote when I realized I didn't bring my phone to text anyone, and that my moral book was actually an english book, and my math book disappeared. Hurrah.

It's like hot cocoa at the brink of dawn,
a kiss goodnight after a tiring day.
Catching fishes by the pond,
and watch summer flowers drift away.

It's like cold curled up toes under the sheets,
and fingers that fit like puzzles,
making up nonsense in your backseat,
and secretly loving your cuddles.

If you did ask me,
I would tell you my life's a muddle.
The way you make my heart scream,
and melt into a puddle.

There's nothing like holding you,
and knowing that I'll miss,
the soppy love movies we've watched,
and stars that upon we've wished.

It's like licking the same ice cream,
and watching horror movies in fear.
Seeing you parting your lips to sing,
That beautiful voice I long to hear.

It's like sneaking into bars,
and scribbling on the tables.
However stereotypical our lives are,
yet our love is not a label.

Then I hear the dates on your doorsteps,
and I help you prepare,
telling you that your Vans are better than your slacks,
and that you should wax your hair.

Sometimes, just for a moment.
I wish those girls weren't there.
And you'd kiss me sofly on my lips.
Not my forehead or on my hair.

If you did ask me,
I'd tell you my life's a muddle.
The way you make my heart bleed.
And that you're so much worth the trouble.

At times when the sky is dark,
and my mind is led astray.
I dream of impossibly tempting things like,
being with you for just a day.

And as you walk out your door,
you turn around and wink.
The words etched so deeply into my core,
just notice, would you? And think.

That every night when you come home,
and your mind is baffled and confused,
it's your seashell ears I whisper into,
I'm so in love with you.

269. They're turning my head out to see what I'm all about.

I can smell you.
Blood, mingled with dead wounds.
Lost hope, defeat.
Overwhelming sadness, pain?

I can taste you.
Metallic, cold.
Salty, burning.

I can feel you.
Damp, hot.
Weary, silent.
Slippery with red.

I can hear you.
Your cries, your pity.
Endless complains.
The fresh load on your shoulders.

I can see you.
Decaying, devastated.
Devoid of all hopes.
Crashed, lost.
Dying?

I can do so much for you.
Whisper to you sweet nothings.
Make you lemon pies.
Sing you to sleep.

But there is no more point.
You already left.

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I remember how we used to fit, how your shoulder cradles my head, how I feel the rocket hard thumps of your heart beating, how your arms caress the small of my back, how your chin settles in the thick dark mess of my hair, how my fingers hug your strong hips, how you pulled me close, how you breath in the scent of my hair, how I breath in yours. How we could stand like the world's not watching, how you seemed to be a hundred feet tall, how I love you, how yout smile lights up my universe, how you held me, touched me, loved me, suffocated me with every second that passed. I love you, and I want you so, so badly.

268. I'll sing for you, just to let you know.

His breath shallows, his body a shadow, an empty husk of what it used to be. Can you tell that he's breathing? The gentle rise and descent of his chest, his eyes hardly looking like they're creasing in pain. The oxygen mask is musk with each sticky breath, fogs up and clears, timed to his rythmic inhale and exhale, each cold and shuddering.

The sun shines through the window, and as the moon takes over, the fingers of the rays creep back and shadows the world in darkness. Pressure on his palm, as someone clutches his hands. He's wary, but unable to wake up. His heart strains with each intake of breath, lasting, holding on.

Slowly, each one more is harder than the next. The soft touch of someone else's fingers are gone. He tries to yell, tries to break free from this silent spell, yet his body does not respond. Overworked, his mind was, and slowly it begans to die.

He had no control over his cold body.

As he departed slowly, no one noticed the gentle twitch in his fingers, the one that formed a crooked heart shape. For all his life he hasn't muttered a word, but through his lips, came a cracked whisper, I love you.

He is all he could ever be and more. His suffering has ended, swiftly, easily departed, and love has poured and coursed through his veins. He was loved, is loved, and always will be loved, never to be forgotten.

You will go through all hindrance, obstructions, encumbrance, impediments at this point, but Heaven is only a thought, a contemplation away.

Stay strong, and remember that the love that you've given him has already surpassed his death.

(God bless you and your family, you poyo. Lots and lots of love.)

-July 2009.

267. Look at the stars, look how they shine for you.

I know you love dropping your pencils into the glass container because you love the way it tinkles when they clash together. You play recorded casettes of the ice breaking on the pond because you love how it shatters so softly. I know how you like eating your peanut butter toasted, because you love the way the surface looks so shiny, and how the peanut butter sticks to your teeth. I know that you squeal when you get excited, and sometimes your eyes squint to slits. I remember that time you looked at your nose and crossed your eyes thinking that I was looking at you. I love the way you shrug everything off nonchalantly, like you don't give a damn about the world. I love your smile, the way you blink everytime you're surprised, the way you seem to be able to get along with anyone in the entire world.

I know you hate it when the juice is empty in the fridge and you have to go out and get some. You hate it when someone other than you finishes your green tea ice cream. But you like it when you can see the sun rise from your window, and the way the warmth splashes over you like waves of happiness, as the shadows of your doubts disappear.

But you dont have to love me.

I don't need you to.

I don't want you to.

Because I know you too much.

266.I know you don't listen to me, cause you say you see straight through me, don't you?

HAPPY SWEET SIXTEEN LI WANG YU HUI!
You're 2 years to being legal.

Remember to watch lots of uncensored shows in Aussie year end.

SOOO happy we surprised you.

(:

BITCH :D

Wearing the ugly ol' hat in Souled Out (:

The birthday girl, looking dashing (:

Again :D
And again.

AND HOMAGOD. Toplady and Aldo (:

Birthday SUPER CUTE kiss (:

Shaun, being Shaun (:

Shaun, being Shaun again :D

Candid (:

RUTH! :D

Joshua Jordaan (:

BLENDING IN HAHAHAHA :D

I (: you laah.

HAHAHAHA.

Boobear: Vainpot.

Nicole: How's my haaaair ? (:

Boobeaaar (:

Random :D

Birthday girl and her caake :D

Freancyn *coughPOSERcough*, Ruth (:

Carmen, Bryan the shisha poyo (:

Blur (:

High angle =__________=

Bryan poyo :D

We've got lots of memories.

Lots and lots and lots till we've lost count.
That's why pictures are a thousand words.
Cause they're the thousand words that are forgotten to be said.

And the memories that are forgotten to be remembered.
(:


I love you, or haven't I told you that already :D

265. Mesmerized by you.

I am hugged by the deathly cold of silence. My vision blurs, and sweat like diamond shaped tears rolled down the sides of my face. A flurry of colours disarm my eyes, greens, reds, blacks, yellows, oranges flash past my eyes, unsettling, like cars speeding down the highway at night. Slowly, sounds come to my ears.

There were lots of laughter, and breath that reeked of larger and overdue laundry. There were the whipping sounds of the winds, and the constant intake of breath. Each cold, each exhale a shuddering drag. The air stank of cheap cologne and unpressed clothing.

A slink of silk brush past my arm, a tender loving graze of material, and the red disappeared into the black and smeared across my eyes, like blood. I felt a pressure agaisnt my temples. It was cold, unnerving.

"Tell me," said a voice.

I shut my eyes, seeping into the darkness, savouring it. My hands were tight in my lap till my knuckles bleed white. My face did not betray a single emotion. The sleek obsidion of the pistol nudges my temples once more. I did not breath, and I did not know when to breath. The laughter dies away, and so did my pain and my fear.

"Tell me."

There was a sound of urgency and quiet desperation in his hoarse voice. I kept my lips sealed, pressed tightly. There was a sigh, full of regret and remorse. I could almost hear an apology billowing in the harsh winds. I smiled.

And then there was a blinding light, and I finally felt nothing.

265. A millionth of you is slipping away, but you can't feel it.

It's about 1.1oam now and I'm doing the music for swimming gala. Yay me, this is a terrible job. I'm waiting for the song to be downloaded from Yeng Ying's email, and the taking them and editing them individually before joining them together. Lol. Then I gotta send them all to Richard by 6am, and call him to remind him to transfer it to his iPhone.


Yay! I'm almost done with everything. Now, I'm waiting for the songs to upload ( :

It's about 1.40am, or coming to it at least. And since Boo wanted me to do a post on him.

THANK YOU BOO FOR CALLING!
I ALMOST FELL ASLEEP ):

Hahaha.

Here's an example of his antics.

(:

night boobear.

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"If you enter this world knowing you are loved and you leave this world knowing the same, then everything that happens in between can be dealt with."
- The late King Of Pop, Michael Jackson.

264. Anytime she goes away.

JON , JUST, JUJU AND JAS ARE BACK.

MISSED YOU GUYS.

SEE YOU IN 2 HOURS!

THANKS FOR CALLING!

( :

<3

263. YOU'RE BAAAACCKKK.

Shaun.
Ryan. Lucas

Ryan lookalike.

Shaun. Nicole.

Julian. Ryan. Adranne.
Adranne.

Julian. Shaun. Jasmine. Lucas.

The Gang.

Nicole.

Ryan. So cutee (:
Adwin's McDonald Pants.

Santa Hat.

Two Lovers. Lucas. Ryan.

Julian. Adranne.
Ryan. So cute.
The boys. Adranne.

Ryan's girlfriend.
The boys.
The girls.
Jon. Adranne.
Jasmine.

Jon.

The Gang

Jon, Shaun, Adranne, Lucas, Nicole.

Ryan. Lucas. Shaun. Jonathan.

The Gaang.

Jon.

Nicole. Shaun.

The Twins.

Lucas.

Ryan. Lala mui.