fie-guratively speaking

dinner at shangri la’s lemon garden.

i’m now a happy beached whale, filled with sashimi and oysters.

i reckon this post is just so i have an excuse to put up narcissistic pictures of my sister and i.

i think we look nice in white.

it’s these nights

which leave for cranial black&whites.

mingled with a whir and a tick,

framed amidst glowing yellows.

and you wish, and wish,

and wish again.

a stillness that breathes

deep gulps,

swallow it down.

don’t try to think.

perhaps then they go by quicker.

fall into sunsets and sketches.

over and over, record times.

a stubborn glimmer and wrestle

for the Familiar.

stepintoPromises, stepintoPromises.

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third day of cny, and i automatically think it’s wednesday.

i’ve collected a good haul this year, i have.

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hanging out with my cousins remind me how fast they’re growing up and that i probably have a much bigger influence over them than i think.

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that it’s okay to make a big fuss over my grandfather because he loves it when i do.

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my mum and dad deserve ang pows too.

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it’s feels good to be amongst family and long-held traditions.

whispers, “hello,

i miss you quite terribly”.

now there’s no place else,

i could be, but,

Here (in your arms).

                       -hellogoodbye-

how keith urban managed to squeeze his way into my itunes, i don’t quite understand.

gawwwwsh…

*edit: okay, i’ve just redeemed myself by downloading a whole load of hellogoodbye. do the shimmy shimmy quarter turn ya’all.

talking with twelves:

me: so so… did you boys get any valentine cards today?

j: two! but i don’t like the girls.

me: awww….

e: i had four.

me: sure you did, boy. run along.

p: i had one

me: *shows genuine interest because aforementioned boy is the equivalent to the twelve year old Mafia/samseng* oooh reaaaaally? did you give her back a card?

p: nah…

me: *goes into a tither* whynotwhynot??!

p: lazy.

sigh.

boys.

of fantastic times with the fantastic favourites.

i miss you all more than you know.

so the year fives are having their annual kuala lumpur field trip. 

i’ve been to the kl tower for two days now.

and i’m going again tomorrow.

really, there’s only so much you can see, even from a 421m high observation deck.

the kids were supposed to go round the different windows, listen to their head phone information kit and detail down important buildings etc.

ya know, the proper, academic stuff.

what they were really  doing was peeping at people sunbathing and swimming on roof-top pools.

k: oh my gosh, hahaha! i can see a lady wearing a thong!!eeeee!!

d: lemme see, lemme see!

miss stephanie: where, where? i wanna see too! (then stops and remembers she should act more teacher-like)

point to the obvious

and everyone cheers in unison.

it’s too quiet for a sunshiney day

you say.

then

brain freeze and a cherry twirl.

i think it’s a notion

that we swim in the silence of escape.

could have, would have.

it’s brutally artline thick.

sometimes it helps to wait in line

or just give up completely on groceries.

why in the world…

chipped nails and a little too much cheese.

i mean,

that’s just what i think.