I am so tired.
Sometimes, just sometimes, it would be nice to have someone to come home to. Sometimes, just sometimes, I don’t need more. Sometimes, it is that simple. And sometimes I understand.
Oh god, I’ll be so ashamed of having written that tomorrow morning when the sun is shining again and fatigue is but a [...]
Archive for March, 2008
one night to be confused
Posted in Uncategorized on March 31, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
in a mile you’ll be feeling fine, in a mile you’ll see
Posted in Uncategorized on March 30, 2008 | 3 Comments »
I drank too much green tea and coffee and now I’m too hyper to concentrate on work.
and i was your silver lining, as the story goes, i was your silver lining, but now i’m gold.
Posted in Uncategorized on March 28, 2008 | 2 Comments »
I miss taking creative writing classes in the john medley building. I miss tutors who have holes in all their clothes, who wear long black skirts and drapey black tops, I miss the strange assortment of people that invariably turn up at workshops, who hand in poems impossible to understand and eye-widening fiction. I miss [...]
a post that is not about the ex boyfriend.
Posted in Uncategorized on March 26, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
When the haze lifts, the only thing that is left for you to do is to look at it straight on and face it all.
Someone once told me that talking to people who just don’t understand or refuse to understand is both futile and frustrating. I never really got it. I always wanted to talk [...]
she wont love you more than i could….she who dares to stand where i stood.
Posted in Uncategorized on March 23, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
from the library of misquoted lyrics.
Why do I always get hungry late at night when there’s nothing to eat in the apartment and I’m too scared to walk out to 711 alone? Geramnyer!
Oh and lee aipeng, stop april-fooling me! its NOT EVEN APRIL YET!
looking for the square root of light
Posted in Uncategorized on March 17, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I just read something that I wrote a couple of months ago and it is utter and complete shit.
I feel angsty about this but happy at the same time that I’m feeling angsty about this and not something else. Sometimes even I don’t get myself.
I’m addicted to Carla Bruni’s voice.
tamagawa
Posted in Uncategorized on March 14, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
On dead nights like these, I need a car and a straight open road that leads to a place where all past mistakes can be rectified. A place of faith, a place where I can believe again. A place of redemption. A place where someone can offer me a way to crash and burn [...]
codral is my friend
Posted in Uncategorized on March 14, 2008 | 3 Comments »
Forty degrees out there and I still manage to catch a cold. Why!
huzun means melancholy in turkish, and ruya is dream
Posted in Uncategorized on March 11, 2008 | 4 Comments »
Although my bookshelf here is considerably smaller than the one back home, I’m in the midst of culling it, in preparation for the end-year leaving-this-place packing nightmare. Books come and go, but here are some which I either will hold on to, or wish I had held on to. Some I sold, some, like the [...]
i’m waiting for a huckleberry friend and a moon river wider than a mile
Posted in Uncategorized on March 9, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Do you know what scares me? If my childhood seems like a coin at the very bottom of a deep well, how much more so will it seem when I am thirty or forty or fifty? When I can no longer remember the way my childhood felt or tasted or smelled, will it still exist?
If [...]
