December 2011
21 posts
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Significance.
When people among us decide to tell a story how do they find a point from which to start? No story really has a beginning. Nor do they have endings. Because there are events that came as a prequel to the events from which they start. And likewise endings so too have sequels. So I guess and logic would dictate it begins with significance.
The point we deem to be significant comes to be the point...
BOOK! Coming summer 2012
A lot of you have expressed that there’s a great degree of confusion when reading my posts from the beginning of the blog back in 2009 up until now, and yeah I agree, I’ve only gone about posting things as and when I am reminded of them or when they match what I feel. So…
I’ve decided that I will collate my posts into a comprehendible story of the events, that will...
Bar Talk,
Friend: You're not funny,
Stranger: (turns around) excuse me but couldn't help but overhear, I found that funny maybe you're a bit slow?
Me: *choking on my drink*
Type...
sqrt(cos(x))*cos(200 x)+sqrt(abs(x))-0.7*(4-x*x)^0.01, sqrt(9-x^2), -sqrt(9-x^2) from -4.5 to 4.5
into google. It’s cute, I promise. For all my followers. =]
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Front door.
When I was a kid, I would get ready for school and as I was about to leave the house my mother would always say to me, that as soon as I left the front door a memory was waiting to be created, she said of all the memories I will create by leaving my front door, there will be very few worth cherishing, so I should make each day count. And sure enough she was right. I created memories and there were...
In regard to my previous post, can I just say...
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I am not a writer
I get told that I have a “way with words” a lot, like as if I have some sort of magical, almost mystical control over them. Like as though I can make words dance an entire ballet, make them paint a Picasso, or make them sculpt a Michelangelo. But thats not the case at all, because words are a tool of expression, no one has a way with them, we simply use them to convey emotion in a way...
Perfect Stranger
august-is-over:
In the dead of night, a girl walks into a lonely little bar minutes from closing up for the night. She asks for a glass of water, no ice, not even a straw. Who walks into a bar and orders just water? She sits in this bar, alone, empty. Just her and a barkeep desperate to go home and close up for the night.
A curious barkeep wonders what kind of night brings a beautiful woman to...
If I had a $1 for every time someone said they...
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Naïveté
I remember being sixteen years old and spending hours on end talking to you about our future, how we would never be like one of those boring couples who barely have time for each other, we were going to break the monotony of it all. We vowed that we’d be different, we would always have time for each other, and we’d still go on regular dates and forever chase happiness. It all seems so naive now,...
Maybe we were meant to be lonely, together...
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Harder Love.
When I fell in love with you I expected a lot of things, you know, happiness, joy and all things you come to expect from love. The things we learn from movies and books, sorrow, heartbreak and all, included. Not that I prepared myself for any of those of course.
What I didn’t expect was how difficult it would be to love beyond the scope of you. How hard it would be to fall in love with...
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A moment.
Sometimes I just want to be alone. You know to completely shut out the world and for a few measly moments that mean nothing whatsoever, I just want to feel nothing. You know to completely ignore the incessant buzzing of your phone. I need a few moments to stop loving, to stop caring. To feel empty and hollow. To be in a state like the one in which I was born in, bear. Without emotion, feeling,...
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Spooning.
It’s cute when girls want to be the big spoon. But guys love being the spoon for a few simple reasons.
We can sniff you hair, because for some reason it always smells so good. We get to kiss the back of your neck and wrap our arms tightly around you. We can hold your hands and stroke the back of your palms. We can tickle your stomach and feel the laughter running all through your back. We...
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Victim and Prey
I am a prisoner to those eyes. One look and I feel my heart leap out again, spreading wings like one of those cheap military tattoos that read something like “mom”, it leaps out and flutters those wings and glides on towards you. I fall victim to those lips, the ones who command all my attention. The very ones that kiss like you want to be loved.
The saddest part about this is I am...
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Dancing Smoke
I love watching smoke dance in the wind
spirals and curls that fill the surrounding air
moving elegantly as it dances to the motion
of wind and air, lunging and retreating
until it dissipates into a soft cloud of white
becoming but a remnant of what it was
before disappearing all together
only leaving a faint waft of its presence
reminding us that although it is not
longer visible to...
A winter tree.
august-is-over:
I’ve been on quite the destructive path lately. Tearing down all I ever knew. And in the wake of all the destruction that has followed emerges but a mere remnant of who I once was. I no longer recognise who I used to be, nor who I’ve become. It seems I just let go of all that made me who I was, with little fight.
I am just like a tree that has lost all it’s leaves, I hold no...
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Destiny's Date
I did something horrible once, I mean I didn’t mean to but just the sequence of events that preceded this led up to it.
I once met this girl, she was amazing and the kindest most purest soul you’ll ever know. She came from a strictly catholic family and was of east Asian origin. We got to know each other quite well, we were close, just not romantically, it hadn’t led up to...
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It's hard to let go of someone when you truly in...
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Her Scent...
The scent of her hair was like cocaine to me, I started to inhale it, started sniffing it and I just couldn’t quit. Some nights I still wake up craving it, missing it and wanting to feel her luscious hair and her beautiful face resting upon my shoulder and chest. I remember the first night I lay in bed without her, and it hit me that I missed the scent of her hair, I grabbed her pillow and inhaled...