♥ vision of me and four ♥


head to ground.
May 31, 2009, 4:22 pm
Filed under: electrifying

three weeks to exams! no time to waste! chug away girl! for that dream to move 3500 kilometres across australia!



touch your face.
May 30, 2009, 4:37 pm
Filed under: disjointed, raging

all our lives we spend it chasing something being somebody trying to be the exact copy of someone else we live in a simulacrum so real we don’t know it’s a simulacrum. just like choosing red or blue pills we choose to live in that simulacrum or open our eyes and see the truth but to be honest who would take the hard way touch your heart touch your face touch your breasts grope them touch your groin caress it touch your scars reality is a hard choice so go back to that rat race and chase that job chase that partner chase those kids around the tree screw your partner three times a week in your mediocre sad life and die and have a funeral with beautiful eulogies and a bank account to be distributed by the cold unmoving lawyer. the simulacra we live is an envelope of simulacrum and we don’t know and even if we do we choose to ignore the fact. we chose the *fill-in-the-color* pill and we’re all here. now who will save you and me from each other. if i cannot have you, i will kill you.
over and over.

let your head go, qi. like you honestly care.

yes i do.
no you don’t.

okay maybe she doesn’t. but so what?

yeah so what?



testing 1 2 3
May 26, 2009, 9:27 am
Filed under: Uncategorized


see me through.
May 19, 2009, 11:26 pm
Filed under: disjointed

i fear many things but i fear losing you the most. how do i tell you i miss you without seeing your verbal backlash at me.

sigh. a girl can only sigh.

p.s. twitter is so ADDICTIVE. follow me!



close the door behind me.
May 16, 2009, 6:44 pm
Filed under: Uncategorized

i sat in the shower with hot water pounding against my back so hot so so hot it made my skin blush like a tomato and i screamed and screamed and screamed my lungs out because for once i could because the house was empty and i yelled and screamed and screeched my lungs out but it was futile because you wouldn’t hear me ever and nobody could hear and i wrote i love you all on the walls and the glass walls in the steam but the words fade away with a wipe and cool air and i sat there exfoliating myself until my skin was red and raw and felt spotlessly clean but inside i felt so ineffable and soiled i cannot begin to say how i feel when i scrubbed my face with walnut shell and apricot and i couldn’t cry no i couldn’t cry at all despite how i felt i tried to cry i yelled and screamed and screeched but i couldn’t cry at all. the water was beating my raw skin so hard it blushed even redder and the steam was assaulting my lungs and i couldn’t breathe and i couldn’t breathe at all the steam was all around i didn’t turn on the ventilator and i couldn’t breathe and i couldn’t cry and i couldn’t scream anymore because i screamed out all that was left of me all that was left the only bits of me that i covered up and threw away because i had to be whatever you wanted and i have nothing left not that person not me not anybody but a naked corpse walking around the house covered an strawberry moisturizers and lancome face creams and a face devoid of expression a face as barren as the sandy deserts of australia and a face as vacuous as space and a face as deadpan as a sheet of blank paper.



something to love(instead of somebody).
May 14, 2009, 10:02 pm
Filed under: joy!

i just realized i have six ebooks by chuck palaniuk(author of fight club); sheer brilliance.
i’ve got:

Choke
Fight Club
Invisible Monsters
Diary
Lullaby
Survivor

more motivation to finish off those damned essays and read.
though reading palaniuk makes my head ache, but nobody can deny reading him is like a literary/academic orgasm. it nearly beats the real McCoy.

now, now. time to finish the damned essay i never started on. i can’t wait to see eileen for lunch on monday! free clothes, good company, girltalk, and korean food. who said mondays were blue?



maybe.
May 12, 2009, 11:13 pm
Filed under: confessions

i’m not a riot.
i live in a riot.



flow my way.
May 12, 2009, 10:50 pm
Filed under: confessions

afraid.

flowery language cannot express a simple feeling so simply.



if you want a straight line, this will be a good time.
May 9, 2009, 10:30 pm
Filed under: annoyed, confessions

mind says, i want.
i say, shut up.
mind says, i need.
i say, shut up.

when i get some:
mind says, yay.
i say, oh no.
mind says, more please.
i say, shut up.
mind says, can i have some more please.
i say, shut up fat-ass.

i really need to lose weight. and tidy up my room. and stop eating. and do my 3000 words on haruki murakami and TANKMAN.



whine whine whine whine whine
May 7, 2009, 1:14 am
Filed under: annoyed, complaints

TANK MAN TANK MAN TANK MAN why oh why did you have to go stop the row of tanks at tiananmen square on the 5th of june in 1989 and make me write a 1500word essay on you. why oh why oh why.

/pouts.

after calling so many people, i finally got a thesis statement all the way from the UK. heehee.



gotta be.
May 5, 2009, 12:58 am
Filed under: confessions, explanatory, love

i really wish you knew the reason i’m not going to screw up this year is because of you. i wish you knew how much you meant. despite everything i say, i can’t bloody wait to go back in june, right into your waiting arms. i know the wait is hard, and i know you love me.

like i said, the days will crawl, and the years will fly.

i want you to be proud of me. not just love me.
iloveyou. i don’t say it often because i don’t want it come and go easily.

okay. anybody want to be my study buddy? crunchtime is coming. i need to finish assignments and write essays, essays, essays, and yes, ESSAYS.

geez.