karma

i think it's wicked irony that we spend time tearing people apart and picking at their flaws when all we're really doing in the meantime is becoming, slowly but surely, just like that. and the creepy thing is sort of knowing that you are but not really, because does it count if you remember and make a conscious effort not to? when do we know just when to jam the brakes before we roll down the slippery slope of no return?

on an aside, i'm confused because well, i thought i knew and that i possibly could, but then you shoved whatever i put out there right back at me and then i got a bit thrown off course and now i'm just teetering and waiting to fall. it's your call (and now i don't know. i. don't. know.)

and i am blind

And now we pass and just like glass
I see through you, you see through me like I'm not there

<3 ingrid michaelson

and not feel your rain

just caught 7/8s of loving annabelle and well, it was trite and cliched but it resonated with me for all the wrong reasons. wellll, one reason to catch it would be the amazing soundtrack (there's really not much eye-candy, sadly)

sara bareilles, i like (i just realised to my dismay that that annoying song i hear on the radio is by her too why oh why)


something always brings me back to you
it never takes too long
you hold me without touch
keep me without chains

this is the way i need to wake

today has been (more or less, or maybe more) a Good Day. the weather at work was better (hur hur) and there was the fantabulous dinner with classmates. haven't felt so free and happy in ages (and that was before the Big News; so see, i really love my classmates!). and of course, upon getting home and getting nan's excited msn messages.........

i is ready and raring to go. i will klean your teetz!

earth to ysm?

yan shan yan shan where are yoo?

maybe not

and the search continues

hold your breath

i think to be fair, i've been immensely patient (yes i've surprised myself please thanks) and today was just the last straw. patience wasn't enough. and maybe i'm a lousy friend for not holding out, for not sticking around for longer. but there's only so much one can take and today, you pushed me over that line