August 2009
17 posts
If I told you you were right Would you take my...
July 2009
21 posts
“No one can tell you where you alone must go
There’s no telling what you...”
The Guardian
Ben Randall: When the heck did we get old?
Maggie McGlone: Hell, I've always been old Ben. Ya' know what though, I don't mind.
Maggie McGlone: I mean if my muscles ache, it's because I've used 'em. It's hard for me to walk up them steps now, its 'cuz I walked up 'em every night to lay next to a man who loved me. I got a few wrinkles here and there, but I've layed under thousands of skies with sunny days. I look and feel this way, well cuz I drank and I smoked.
Maggie McGlone: I lived and I loved, danced, sang, sweat and screwed my way thorough a pretty damn good life if you ask me. Getting old ain't bad Ben.
Maggie McGlone: Getting old, that's earned.
“I like it when a flower or a little tuft of grass grows through a crack in the...”
– George Carlin (via simko)
Life's Tragedy
It may be misery not to sing at all, And to go silent through the brimming day; It may be misery never to be loved, But deeper griefs than these beset the way. To sing the perfect song, And by a half-tone lost the key, There the potent sorrow, there the grief, The pale, sad staring of Life’s Tragedy. To have come near to the perfect love, Not the hot passion of untempered youth, But that...
The Lovely Things About Youth
You know, I was just remembering my secondary school days. Days of listening to pop artistes and bands, seeking solace and understanding in their angsty throaty music, days where nobody really takes you that seriously, days where we used to date out of curiousity and that cotton-candy element of infatuation.
Then it got to me that those days were genuinely over. No one listens to Simple Plan,...
Gut Symmetries
thedarcytoyourelizabeth:
suzywire:
Stella turned towards me and crumpled my heart in her hand. “Do you fall in love often?”
Yes often. With a view, with a book, with a dog, a cat, with numbers, with friends, with complete strangers, with nothing at all. There are children who grow up as I did, with the love clamped down in them, who cannot afterwards love at all. There are others who make...
“Sometimes your nearness takes my breath away; and all the things I want to say...”
– Robert Sexton (via justbesplendid)
Once in awhile, when it’s good It’ll...
No I'm Not Colour-Blind, I Know The World Is Black...
Infidelity. Adultery. Divorce.
More and more, I’m growing apprehensive towards marriage and family. I feel very sorry for the child.
Don’t know why, but I feel like I’m getting more screwed up.
Maybe it’s the antibiotics. Or maybe it’s a phase whereby I emerge defining myself better as a person. Or maybe I should stop thinking so much and go to sleep, because every...
Ordinary Dinner Conversation
Mum: And so your cousin is now divorced. He has been cheating on his wife for the past ten years he's been married. Most of the time when he said he was going overseas for his work scope, he actually brought his girlfriend overseas for a holiday.
Mum: When your aunt told me about their divorce, I really wanted to call your cousin's wife, and to give her support. I know how it feels like to be cheated on. I've experienced that.
Mum: He's worse than your father.
Marc: *FML!?!*
Ethereal Figments
I was running again. This time, I was scaling buildings, escaping through windows, and outwitting my pursurer with my labyrinthine means of mobility. The setting was hauntingly similar to that of a particular place in the west of Jurong.
There was no fear, no trepidation. I knew that, in the dream, I was running away from a known group of personnel. I was aware that they were chasing after me...
passthemike:
A pet peeve of mine is when people say “Literally” when they are far from it. For example “That literally scared the shit out of me!” Literally? Really? Maybe you shouldn’t be sitting on my couch.
thedarcytoyourelizabeth:
If whatever I plan to want to do after I get my degree 4 years down the road doesn’t work out, this is, amongst the many others, one of my backup plans. Actually I think I’ll be happier in a little shop in the area around Haji Lane selling handmade bags and purses, perhaps even dresses and batwing shirts (oh <3), little brooches and pins, babywear…
Ok I shouldn’t be...
I'm Sorry For Being Too Late.
Beloveds, now we know that we know nothing
Now that our bright and shining star can slip away from our fingertips
like a puff of summer wind
Without notice, our dear love can escape our doting embrace
Sing our songs among the stars and and walk our dances across the face of the moon
In the instant we learn that Michael is gone we know nothing
No clocks can tell our time and no oceans...
“Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to...”
– Victor E. Frankl 