the cacophony of a dream juxtaposed against the silence of reality: i open my eyes and all the noises stop abruptly. my life is a lot quieter than in my dreams. it is pouring out and my room is a shade of blue. there is only the sound of rain rapping on the floors. open up, they say, the sky is broken. someone is knocking on the door. i try to kick the blanket off but it is tangled up around my legs. i struggle to the door and fell twice. i grabbed the handle and yanked the door open but there is no one. only the humid smell of an empty house.
i crawled back to bed and watched the anatomy of the overhanging light. i've forgotten the last time i let myself out.

this weblog page, this weather, and a heart, broken, is inspiring. perhaps it explains why sylvia plath is such an alluring writer. it is through the use of words that people are able to alchemize sadness into something beautiful. but i ought to learn not to be so easily won over by words. because words, in all their beauty, can sometimes carry no meaning, no promise, no hope

on a lighter note, long overdue photos from last year.

post prom at phuture
crashed my sister's room at mbs with the girls where we had a pizza feast and a laughing fest before cabbing down to zouk. took a nice walk along the outskirts of the building with jen before hitting the club. followed by supper at jalan kayu, which was insanely far, and they all crashed at my place after. can't say i don't miss nights like this

bali with the retainees

at changi airport before boarding the plane
black canyon bar, if i'm not wrong. clubbing in slippers and shorts without aircon - quite an experience.

the second night we went to this seafood restaurant and behind us is the indian ocean! lovely night. and that was where we got the ~legendary~ barbecued corn which we intend to recreate sometime. it's REALLY good.

following morning we decided to hit the beach.

mbargo followed by sky garden which wasnt air-conditioned as well

breakfast at black canyon with jen and charm the next morning because the rest couldn't wake.

after the beach we'd hit the pool and play water captains ball (girls vs boys) and the girls would pwn the boys because we have three polo girls which was a really amusing sight. only wish i'd let myself really enjoy

it's perhaps time i did.
i made a decision, and though it hurts as hell i will have to go through with it.