Featuring two of my favourite celebs using ASL (I spied a little BSL??). ^^
plus qu'hier moins que demain
tread softly, because you tread on my dreams
24 Apr 12
Inception
1) Do not believe everything that has been written in this space. Did it happen? Did it not? Are they true? Are they not?
2) Posts published may be a figment of my imagination, or dreams so real I decide to write them down (that happens a lot).
3) Some (real) posts are dreadfully backdated, and I publish them as and when I feel like it. What? I’m purging.
4) Never, never assume you know what I am talking about unless I tell you about it personally.
5) Can’t believe I have to put down disclaimers/ explain myself here.
Doomo arigatou gozaimasu!
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21 Apr 12
Gentle
Everything felt gentle in the soft glow of the light.
Words (un)spoken,
hesitant touches,
glances exchanged.
Our uncertainty,
our individual hurt,
carefulness with each other.
Where do we go from here?
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9 Apr 12
I Want To Remember
Little streaks of soft light sneaked into the room, floating on any surface they could find. I tiptoed around the quietness, trying my best to hurry and be a ghost at the same time. The illumination of the clock flicked to 0940. Something, a stillness, stopped me in my tracks. I turned and stared.
A heartbeat, and then.
I want to remember the tranquillity before me. You were curled up on your left, warmed – shoulders down – by the white sheets draped dramatically over you and the huge bed that seemed too big for just one. The wrinkles on your forehead smoothed out, your arms circled the circumference of your face protectively, you breathed deeply and evenly, oblivious to the only movement in the room – me.
This is the ultimate trust a person can give another – by falling asleep. There is power in letting me experience this, and a vulnerability so pure it is almost blinding. When sleeping, all walls are gone. There exists no more guardedness, no more defenses, no more anything; there is nothing left, nothing, but you.
As if in a trance, I walked towards the bed, wanting to be closer, much closer, to you. Your chest rose and fell steadily. There was a boyish half-smile on your face. Your eyes remained shut. Humbled, I kneeled down, and dropped you the lightest of kisses on your forehead.
Us, I want to remember.
6 Apr 12
Innocence VS Experience
I was with Ms Ho one evening and she showed me an app of hers that was sounding off randomly, bugging her to talk to it. Curious, I played with it and was momentarily tickled by the answers it gave. It was just one of those nights when brains ceased functioning and everything seemed funny. #fol #bimbomoment
Then. I decided to ask The Question.
Both of us sobered up and stared at each other for a bit, startled. I was expecting another answer.
I decided to ask my Siri, which Ms Ho didn’t have because she was holding to a slightly older version of the iPhone.
Ohhh, Siri, how jaded and sarcastic you are.
She even went philosophical on me – George Bernard Shaw.
As for the answer to the question, I was expecting this: 42.
3 Apr 12
Anger Management – Blood Types
This is too cute. I got it off Feyne.
(Click twice for a bigger, clearer view.)
Anger – A, O.
Hurt – AB.
Which one are you?
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21 Mar 12
Poised To..
“… I can understand why you run away, though… … You cannae bear it when others leave you, so you get in there first. You get them before they get you. But what it usually turns into is you getting yourself before they get you. You are hurting yourself by disappearing or walking away or not experiencing what can be truly wonderful about coming out the other side of a bad patch.
- The Chocolate Run
I’m running. I’m running as fast and hard as I can, because I am scared.
19 Mar 12
Roller-coaster
Help.
Enough of the roller-coaster emotions, the transition from nothingness to fury, the falling of walls, the contradictory hints thrown my way, the justifications, the volatility, the broken trust, the not daring to even go there, the trails of hope.
Enough of the wondering, the obsessing, the checking, the reading of, the wishing, the wanting more than just this, the pain of knowledge, the sharing of.
Enough of your constant “I promise I won’t..”, of asking things of me which is opposite of what you are doing, of keeping xxx and telling me it is my fault, of breaking your promises.
Enough of cornering me, of pretense, of mind games, of forceful requests, of making light of them, of double standards, of disrespect.
Enough of the meaningless small talk, the chirpiness, the pretending it will be a good distraction, the bizarreness of it, the unwillingness, the feeling of having to oblige.
God.. I am so, so tired….
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