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.
-

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.