Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Bigfoot

An exceptional writer is like a Bigfoot. He may or may not exist, depending on what you want to believe. But say he does indeed exist, his existence nonetheless will remain concealed until he moves out of his cave and starts leaving his marks about in the world. Marks that are so different from the rest that once they are seen, they become a prized discovery. That regardless of where the he goes - where those marks of him were found - the public will hunt for him. To admire him. To condemn him. To just be a part of the crowd that have seen him. So they can talk about him. And learn from him. And expose him; the way they think a phenomenal creature deserves to be exposed

the floating flower

The floating flower
drifts
along the ripples
of the lonely river.

A little bruised.
A little trampled.
Beautiful
just the same.

Waiting,
for someone
to lovingly save it
from the uncertainty.

A little yearning,
bafflingly,
for the same unworthy hands
that threw it away.

Yet the floating flower,
though hurt in pride,
shall not wilt.

A flower as special
shall not drown.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

missing the good old times

Have always wanted to live in New York once.
Hm.


love the lyrics

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

love me if you dare

I just watched this movie again. Probably for the 287th time.
Still my most favoritest movie ever.





Ainur: wants a son who looks like the little Julien.
Love love his curls and cheeky smile.

Monday, September 13, 2010

i love i love lucy



Thursday, September 2, 2010

under the same stars

How have you been, my dear old friend?

It's been a while since the last time we met

How is the baby, is he already teething?

How's the hubby? The wife, is she pregnant yet?


Isn't it funny how fast time flies sometimes?

How everyone now seems to be almost adults?

Isn't it funny that we're living in the same city

but never seem to have the chance to meet up and talk?


Remember how we used to stay in the basement of our dormitory?

Watching videos all night long, pizza boxes stacked up to the knees?

And there's that day you helped me climb up my favorite tree

I still have the photos, oh how I love bright yellow leaves


Remember that surprise roadtrip we took to Cleveland one weekend?

Or that funny Mickey snowman we built behind my apartment?

How about the night we snuck out to the school auditorium?

Sat under the street light, came back smiling like nothing happened?


And to think that we drive on the same roads everyday

Under the same stars, life takes us into separate ways

We may not get to see each other as often as we like

May not always remember, but I know we don't forget

Well, under the same stars that blink so bright

Know that I'm thinking of you tonight


Remember the Skater Boi song they played every 20 minutes?

When we drove 14 hours to New York for Thanksgiving Break?

And all those nights we'd hang out at your place

Gossiping until sunrise as we snuggled in your bed


I remember how the whole floor shook when you danced the DDR

And don't forget the night we played frisbee in the cold dark

What about the Merdeka BBQs to welcome the freshmen in fall?

And the basket shots we made after we're done with volleyball?


Do you remember the times we would go to the drive thru?

Dunkin' donuts at midnight, you know I'd never say no to

We used to drive around a lot back then, didn't we

Sitting in the quiet parking lot, just you and me


Isn't it funny how fast time flies sometimes?

How everyone now seems to be almost adults?

Isn't it funny that we're living in the same city

but never seem to have the chance to meet up and talk?


And to think that we drive on the same roads everyday

Under the same stars, life takes us into separate ways

We may not get to see each other as often as we like

May not always remember, but I know we don't forget

Well, under the same stars that blink so bright

Know that I'm thinking of you tonight