i am so tired from it all and what i am becoming-- this was supposed to be happy and joyous but all i feel is like a huge grumpy monster came and swallowed the sunshine. and i am perpetually crying out for time apart, time to self, time to dream but there is no time, no time at all.

there is something peculiar ( Read more... )

this week i feel that i can never be forgiven enough to wipe the slate clean.

it dawned upon me that my kid sister will always be my kid sister when she had to become my guinea pig in testing out powerpoint presentations for lower primary kiddos. teehee ( Read more... )

maybe i will be skinny in my sleep.

you know you have been working too much on your sexuality education package when ( Read more... )

i want to return before they knock my dear apartment down. i want to return to catch the world climbing championships this year. and i want to return before everyone leaves.

i miss xining.

love is a place
& through this place of
love move
(with brightness of peace)
all places

yes is a world
& in this world of
yes live
(skilfully curled)
all worlds

love is a place, e.e. cummings

today my heart is empty and i cannot pretend that i am strong enough for the both of us. these days i read poetry to stop, and remember, when my heart was

note to self: please post esther goh kai jia's letter asap /._.\

worn and weary, and school hasn't even started. i'm stretched raw trying to manage the intricacies of work and the very nasty word called Expectation.