Rewind.

Our song's on the radio
I'll keep pressing rewind just so
I can dance with you
One last time
This is
The way we were

Pen twirls and Stefanie Sun.

I come back from 33 to find the house entirely silent, save for the random pen drops when a complete twirl cannot be made between the fingers.

不能和你一起
拥有喜乐和悲伤

Hurhur. Emo Chinese songs for a gloomy day. It is raining outside. Perfect weather to sleep after a nice hot bath to wake up but fall right back into that deep hole of inspirationless-ness...
Ok, time to stop indulging. I was wrong about Subway, it's worse. Cereal. Just cereals and milk.

I'm officially hungwee.

Notime, notime!

So now my brain is all in a jumble and refusing to write academic thingamajits. Oh, today is sucha nice day! Why am I stuck at home rotting away while I sit on my butt all day long trying to churn out an essay of 2000words on research that other people researched which I nitpick to put into my essay and try to sound intelligent to impress my brit tutor so that he will give me H1 with weird facts about chinese cinema that no one actually really wants to know about but I have to make it sound like I know what I'm actually talking about and sound coherent enough so that someone else can relate to whatever.

Well, I think it's Subway for lunch, again.

Stop to find.

On Wednesday,

I casually walk on by.
To find that you're not there,
I act like I don't care.

Just another number.

one.
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My hands struggled to resist the temptation to pick up the camera again and go for a bit of a shoot. The sun fell beautifully on the rest of the world. Decisions, decisions. Should I, should I not? I did, and I won't ever regret it.
So I put down the camera, it's time to focus on what I should be centering my attention on now, You.
He'll make it beautiful again, another day.

Another one of those.

On Monday,

I tell myself I gotta wait.
Don't rush it,
Don't anticipate.

Feeling small and e[ ]ty.

Sorry but my heart just fell from ten stories up.
Again.

In the everlasting arms...

...I know I'm found.

Sunshine baby!

Can't wait can't wait can't wait can't wait!

Road trip `07 +++
Photos galore. Gah. Go away writingstuff. Rawr.

Symphony.

Melodious perfection.

City lights.

I've had better days. But I'm living each day as it comes.

Because I know You hold my hand.

Stuff.

Two words:

Ang tiong.

No picture for today because
I can't see beyond the lens.

Stolen.

Chasing cars on my own; lost

You teach me how.

It was a really brilliant day. Talking to people who love what they do, and tell you to do the same. These people have so much insight to what it's really like out there. Plus, I met a few interesting personalities, if you want to know, ask me. So, that's that I guess.

ThankYou.

On bended knee.

It's been awhile since I've been up while the air is so still and silent, you could possibly hear a pin drop, on carpet. The fog outside has refused to clear up yet and the sun still hides behind dark gray clouds.

Everday, I just need to look up and see You. Cos my circumstances don't matter.
I believe.

Business-y stuff.

I pray I don't do anything stupid enough to ruin some future oppotunities tmw.

You will guide me forward and will never change.

You.

No words left.

They don't know I go running home when I fall down
They don't know who picks me up when no one is around
I drop my sword and cry for just a while
Cos deep inside this armour
The warrior is a child

ThisisthewayIbreakdownandcry
becausenothingseemstobegoingrightorwrong
forthatmatterandit'snothelpingthatIknowit's
supposedtobethisway
BecauseARGH
I'mgoingforarun

So.

Been a long day. 'Nuff said.

Second Best.

She knows what she's promised about emo songs,
Just can't help it
She's got sillysongs and seasonsinthesun

But she wished she weren't ever numbertwo.

Celebration of sorts.

8.50am, my intercom rings, shrill and unforgiving. I jump right out of bed. Ugh. I'm late. 9.05am, run out of the house, fussed over un-tie-able laces.
9.30am, meets E. and finds out that we've both not done the pieces and he forgets to bring the book.
9.45am, we're at Threshermans picking up some quiche for breakfast with Starbucks on our minds. Strawberries and cream to wake up with and start some work till the next class.

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I realised that waking up on the wrong side really sets you in the wrong frame of mind for the rest of the day. Ah, there were people to cheer me up. Plus lunch was good. And David's birthday was such a good time to get away for just a bit. I'm really amazed how God has worked in his life already and we're just waiting for God to do so much more! (: Happy Birthday David.

Look to You.

I am currently hooked onto a song by Michael Buble. It's a really cute song! Not too sappy and soppy. Again, sorry for the backlogging of photos. I haven't really had the time to do any photography much less postprocessing. So, if I'm not disciplined over the next few weeks, sorry. Work is piling up pretty high. But I will try. Meanwhile...

And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times,
It's you, it's you, you make me sing.
You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.

And when I'm hooked to a song, I really am. You can ask my housemates. Love songs to You are the best(:

Sovereignty.

my Utmost always knocks me and my worldly thinking down, straight, flat.

In the quiet
In the stillness
I know that You are God
In the secret
Of Your presence
I know there I am restored

.pistiselpisagape.

Burningfuel.

Those days when
Everything and everyone
Seems to take a stab
At something
Of you
Leaves bitterwounds
Guarded hearts
So to scar no more
Then it turns cold
Frozen and empty
Burns like hell
Drives around bends and places
Spaces of uninterrupted darkness
Nothingness
Leave the fullstops and commas
Behind

Rocketman.

Chosen, pegged.

So I've noted down all my due dates for the final semester assignments. Ahh. It's a little freaky considering the amount of time I have left. Time to sit my butt down and do research huh. Spidey3 was, okay. Only. Well, I had the pleasure of the company of 2 emo boys and another 6 others whose presence was valuable. Singsongs with bottled bitters at heavy table at QV, chilling out, literally, plus security encounters. Such fun shall be put aside for about 3 weeks while we all work at our assignments. Then, it'll be time to again(:

All.

The cloud cover from yesterday still hasn't subsided. Doesn't help much with the fog all around. It's 5am and the lights are still switched on. In my room, only perhaps. The city sleeps, with blinking lights and sounds of bottles being smashed to the ground. It's cold. And the solitude in silence hits me like a frozen popsicle. I take the three steps to switch the lights off, and the three steps back. In my mind, datelines, words and numbers swirl around my head. Zombies too. Lists form and erase themselves over and over again. Driving, check. Essays, check. Research. Uncheck. Books to read, check. Holiday plans, check. Time with parents, check. Time. Uncheck. Yesterday, today the same God, check.

That's all I need.

Leaved.

Winter is soon approaching. I feel its chilling finger running down my spine when I wake in the mornings. Which means that soon, it'll take more a sweat-it-out sesh at the gym to get me out of bed. Goodbye to green leaves and hello to bare trees with just brown surrounds. Soon enough it'll be time for flowers to wake up from their deep slumber and it will be colourful, it will be beautiful.

For now, it's me and Mr. Breeze.

Again.

About an hour,
a 3km jog and abit of a workout,
a banana,
a piece of bread with nutella,
a hot cuppa tea,
and 60 words later,
that's still where I am.

[edit/] I'm at 300 now. Pictures give me inspiration.

Fenced.

Hmmm, I'm still posting photos from my trip. Anyway, the end of sem is coming up. I'm snuggled into my throw rug from the Bright festival and trying to get down to work. Many things to think about. I should start writing about French Cheesecakes and Effiel Towers. Hurr.

'Hide me in Your love, bring me to my knees.'
My tears will fall because, You.
Voice and hearts will sing, You.
My soul will dwell and wait, You.
Because You,
Love me.
I love,
You.

Sunset dinners.

Wishing me back to Number 23,
Of sunset dinners on broken benchtops.
Speeding down the highways,
At 100 miles per hour.

Road signs blurred,
Like time whizzed by.

Through the seasons.

It's knowing that you are fully alive.

Upwards.

Keep your eyes on the One person who matters, and that's when parallel paths will meet.
Thank you Shen Han for reminding me(:
You are perhaps the twin I've never had.

View from the top.

Can you imagine the sunrise/sunset from way up here?
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Time to wait for the bigger picture. This is taken from Aunty SuitKit's farm. They've got moomoos and lots of other things like beehives with fresh honey. And she cooks fantastic meals. Amongst all things, I think her view is the most bestest!
Okay, time to get back to city life and start doing homework. Leave the farmgirl dreams behind for a while.

you&i

Perfect peace.

So I'm back from my 3 day trip. Refreshed, somewhat I think by the countryside. When I mean countryside, I really mean, countryside. I learnt more about the parents, and the hard life of water restrictions and small things that don't matter here in the city, but they matter a whole lot more in the outback. The Bright festival was filled with beautiful colours, which unfortunately was spoilt by the lack of sun. Therefore I thought the pictures would look better in black and white. I think I could spend more time there in the coming months. I had plenty of time to figure things out, to be inspired by the quietness and real solitude of being closer to nature and backtobasics [I slept at like, 10.30pm and woke up at 4am!]

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I found out what to do for my next assignment, after this one. More or less anyway.

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There's something in me that can't wait to grow up and leave these things behind, grow up a little faster, not having to think so much about complicatedthings like that. And dreams are waiting to take flight.

It's another part that just wants somethingTHATsimple.

Rail road rides.

Rail road rides leave me
Restless
Reclusive
Time to realise
I'm on the
Real road ride

Not tonight.

I'm going to be away, yes again, for three days this time. Will bring back photos, as usual.
Sorry, none today. None of mine anyway. Hope it makes you smile(:
Un-inspired, the usual excuse.
As usual, I missed a perfect sunrise amongst the darkest clouds and thunder because I refused to get out of bed.

Sigh. Okay. Won't rant much more. Laters (:

Window dreaming.

Something beautiful was happening outside, and I missed it because I was on the inside, giving a paper on third cinema. Things you would trade anything for. Sigh.

Little things.

Like Vina said at LTC, it's the little things that sustain and the big things that refresh.
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Finding pleasure in the smallest things, like a blooming rose in winter and green grass which never dries up. Droplets of water on your window, meaning that it rained and having a hot cuppa to go along with your assignment. Shang, thanks for your constant reminder etched at the back of my brain since I first came, I think for just a while, I kinda forgot how to love life(:
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Things have been happening. Well, I mean, you can't just seriously go through the motions of life everyday without anything significant ever happening, although somedays do turn out mundane. But I know that everyday that He pulls me through, its everday worth living and loving.
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There are plenty of things to look forward to, not just during the break. Things I know are changing into something different and new, perspectives painted again from somewhere different, revelations revisited and reminded.
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I just need the patience to wait for vision.

Bak choy lah.

Someone put this on Jeremy's car. I didn't know it's a bakchoy flower! It was a silly little moment. But I liked it that it was there, at just the right moment.