| a memory for safe keeping |
[Sunday, May 10, 2009] |
09 may 2009
i swear
we were in a snowglobe,
a universe of our own.
the full moon looked too real in our fabricated world
the voice of louis armstrong echoed the streets
what a wonderful world..
the falling sprinkle made hearts in the fountain
(gravity nudges people closer together)
we checked the clocks unduly
expecting time to slip away too quickly
but for once
seconds,
minutes,
hours..
they simply didn't matter
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[Thursday, April 9, 2009] |
a little peek at my life right now :]
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| sick at heart |
[Monday, March 9, 2009] |
do you know what it feels like to come home to an empty house everyday? to wake up, only to realize that no one is there and, worst of all, that no one would want to be there; and then yearning to dive back into the softness of pillows and have dreams of a happier world. to hold hands with someone who gives you a disgusted face whenever you are under the weather. to go days without really talking to someone, communicating. to be surrounded by people who claim to love you with all their hearts as a friend, as a lover, and yet... to feel none of that love. to eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner alone. to wonder what happened to the life you knew.
do you ever miss me? (i miss you) do you ever think of me? (i think of you) do you even remember me? (i always will)
don't you understand? -- i'm lonely. i'm terribly, terribly, terribly lonely.
while walking home, i saw a tiny grandfather feeding his stubborn granddaughter a nectarine next to a bus stop. his face wrinkled in a laugh as he gazed at her snowy face, which was graced with a childish scowl. i wish someone would smile and hug me when i am cheerless.
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[Friday, February 27, 2009] |
hello hello i am currently buried under the folds of my vanilla-colored blanket waiting for morning to come.
tick tock tick tock, that's all i really hear
the clocks are so very loud at night
today i sniffled throughout class, the cold had caught me
or i had caught the cold
i wish i spent more time reading, here are some things:
this lullaby, lolita, how to breathe underwater
i was thinking --
aren't stars like clouds?
when you look at clouds, you see different things
like a bellflower or a ballerina or a bunny
and when you look at the stars, you see different things as well
a willow, a walrus, a whale
and when you don't see anything except clouds and stars,
it's exceptionally sad
because they don't seem as special any longer
unless maybe
you see stars in the clouds and clouds in the stars
my astronomy teacher told me that constellations are silly,
that they are just patterns in the sky with old stories
can't we make our own patterns? our own constellations!
and then our stories will be written all over the sky.
good night x
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| awakening from a long hibernation |
[Friday, February 13, 2009] |
my days have been sleepy and my nights plagued with inexhaustible amounts of schoolwork.
i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry, here is my promise to you --
i will write more entries, i will read more entries
pinky promise!
today i feel nostalgic over the valentines day i knew in primary school:
delicate paper mailboxes sitting quietly on each desk
crosswords and word searches on pink and red cards
candies in heart shapes, wrapped in lustrous foil or in packages
drawing more hearts on one particular card for someone buried deep in our heart
glitter on everyone's little face after decorating
pink flushes all around the classroom
and outside --
i have never seen more happiness and love on any other day!
there isn't very much of this anymore. i only see girls parading around school with armfuls of roses, their faces full of amour-propre, saving little love for others.
but there are moments that remind me of why this holiday is special.
from my journal: we walk, arm in arm, smiling in our own thoughts as the rain falls all around us. he opens my red umbrella and covers our faces, leaning in for a hidden kiss.
Happy Valentine's Day. xx
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| it's a small world |
[Saturday, December 6, 2008] |
i. bookstore adventures
ii. hibernation: my sweet polar bear
a little story --
on Wednesday, i went to the bookstore with Timothy and we ran into a group of children sitting on the carpet, listening to a story - Boris Ate A Thesaurus by mister Neil Klayman and illustrated by mister Barry Chung. a little girl raised her hand and asked the illustrator, how did you write the pictures? he paused and turned to Neil. how did you draw the words?
( little life )
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[Friday, November 14, 2008] |
15 OCT 2008
i've been dreaming odd things lately:
of lady & gentleman bugs
sleeping quietly in the garden
of a man who lives in a white hot air balloon
and calls himself a cloud
of flowers that turn upside down
a waltz, a dance
19 OCT 2008
i think when we talk to each other, invisible strings tie our hearts to one another. your feelings are mine, and mine yours. our hearts communicate like plastic cups and string - a heart to heart. please please don't ever let our strings untie.
28 OCT 2008
my emotions are muddled up and overwhelming. the Tinman went on a journey to find his heart, only to realize he had one all along - he just couldn't hear the thump thump thumpings. i can hear mine - i can feel it. but it's not my own. a discrepancy between mind and body. where's my yellow brick road?
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| the little princess |
[Saturday, October 18, 2008] |
hello prince,
i've finally found you!
your sun kissed mouth
and your pearl eyes
i wait for you
here in my cherry dress
come find me
come find me
( here )
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| good mourning tea |
[Saturday, October 11, 2008] |
1. september 13
butterfly wings look like two hearts stringed together, soaring as one. whose hearts are those? is there one butterfly for each pair of lover in this world? perhaps there are different types of butterflies for every different type of love.
2. september 17
i'm going to catch sunlight in a jar
(it will keep us warm during winter)
3. september 26
i've been very tired lately and so has timothy. i never walk with him in the morning anymore because his eyes refuse to open and he dreams well into the afternoon.
4. september 27
i am a mess of a girl
5. october 1
if the sky starts from the ground, we are all in the sky. doesn't that mean we're flying?
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