its amazing how calm i can appear to look though my insides are screaming away in panic. i repeat.. i will not FAIL!!!!!!
bin escaped | 00:30
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i will not fail.
bin escaped | 00:28
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Thursday, August 7
silence prevails like a thin shroud of hovering mist.
up they soared, with the loud humming of the mechanical bird. she heard an unfamiliar voice in her dream. the deep vocals pulled her from her mind and back to her seat. unaware, he caught her. the low baritone resonated into her secret enclave. more fleeting glances and twitching fingers. she gave a silent smile as the mist fades into the artificial night.
bin escaped | 01:01
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Tuesday, August 5
homebody. greybody. nobody.
bin escaped | 17:31
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Thursday, July 17
Journey to the West.
I almost forgot what it felt like being a traveler. The freedom to just walk with no destination in mind. I was neither a citizen, a student, nor a daughter. I'm simply a traveler who was yearning for sights to behold.
bin escaped | 15:21
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Wednesday, May 28
the girl who does not listen
dear middle child, why don't you listen. why don't you listen to others. you cut into conversations with such gusto, you simply block others out. life is not just about you alone, being the center of attention. Learn you must, to listen patiently to others and not be rude and cut into others. listen earnestly, sometimes you simply condescend obliviously perhaps to yourself but not to others.
stop blabbering and listen, dear middle child!
bin escaped | 00:31
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Friday, May 9
lost.
deep down the concealed basement, i bade her an awkward goodbye. empty thoughts and idle limbs. what if... i thought after sitting on the sterile seat. the thoughts floated around for a while. to leave or to stay, hmm maybe a while longer. suddenly i saw the little lady that sat at far end. eyes meet for a brief moment.
i left for the main lobby. left.. right.. right.. left.. it was a maze and i am in it. i finally understood those white mice. yes, i'm waiting for the electrical jolt. i finally mustered my lab rat sized courage and took a brave step into the swinging doors. behind me, the lady squeaked: "no girl! its up!"
what a noob.
bin escaped | 18:50
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Saturday, April 26
i think interactive storytelling has rekindled my literary thoughts.. hoho.. cheers to alex! you are the best lecturer ever!
bin escaped | 03:01
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smelly shoes.
the social recluse seemed harmless, with an awkward bunter and smelly shoes. yes i could smell it from where i was obliged to sit next to. a little nudging and random banter to encourage the hermit from his awkward demeanor. than again, he might be right by hiding beneath his mane. for i see some hair peeking from nostrils of his face. sweating emoticons appeared in my mind never mind i thought, for he is kind but shy. looks do not mirror what was inside, i shall not be mean and ostracise. wait a minute, something caught my eye.. fuzzy brown stuff stuck between the keys. oh my goodness is that curry?
the smelly shoes and than curry.
bin escaped | 02:38
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Friday, April 18
this video makes me feel like dancing!
bin escaped | 23:19
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Saturday, March 15
oh my goodness. ed norton looks cheesy as hell as the new hulk. such a waste of talent. he's like one of my fav actors CAN!?!?!
bin escaped | 02:58
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Tucked herself right at the corner of the huge vehicle and watched the night drive by. Fingers dancing to the beat of the music, not giving any notice to the sardines. Exhilarated because nobody can hear what she is listening to. Hang on. What's that in the corner of her eye. The stranger beside her was dancing his fingers away in sync albeit bolder. Drumming away as if indulged in his own music. Curiosity nudged her to look as the stranger left. The stranger had no ear muffs on. Oh, that slimy thief!
bin escaped | 01:21
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Thursday, March 13
I never thought I'll have to say this.
But sudden bout of rain (if you can still call it that, i was tempted to call it something mean) has inspired this entry. My fingers and toes are frozen in mid day. Living high up with the sea and a reservoir as your backyard does make me curse and swear during times like this. My nose refuses to comply, it is revolting, trying to make another statement by going on a strike. My hands are really frozen. I'm sitting on my feet, sitting on a chair.
I just woke up from a much needed 16hr dormir a few hours ago. It wasn't my longest record. I suspect I was frozen awake. Surfed without an aim and stumbled on an old friend's blog. Mind boggling insights and photographic skills. It is a sign. All of these. These came to me just when I am contemplating whether to rejuvenate my interests in the matter. I still have frozen fingers and there is nothing I can do about it except sit on them.
I'm sitting on my hands, sitting on my feet, sitting on a chair.
After typing this of course.
bin escaped | 16:11
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Friday, February 15
omg juno rocks. a must watch.
bin escaped | 22:14
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Monday, February 4
bin escaped | 01:46
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Saturday, January 19
the passing of time became apparent to me today. the pubescent memories of exhilaration experienced was starkly detached from the feelings tonight. sigh. to age is a sad and pitiful thing. gone is my youth and innocence. the ability to devote one's all into a single event and get the best out of it. its all gone. gone with the last drop of the monsoon. all i can do now is bask in my memories and not ask for more.
bin escaped | 01:20
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Sunday, November 18
hmm is it just me? or does orochimaru have an uncanny resemblence to voldermort?
