Oceans away from here
Written at 2:08 AM on Sunday, October 30, 2011
Blissful are these softly whispered promises.
I can't wait to escape with you....
Times. They are a-changin'
Written at 11:58 PM on Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Getting home before 6pm. Oh what a luxury.
In other news, life is moving forward with increasing momentum. And when I said that this was going to be my year of adventure, I never realised how prophetic those words would be.
2011, you have been incredible and I know it's starting to creep into October, but I don't want you to leave.
Is it too early to say that you will be missed?
In other news, life is moving forward with increasing momentum. And when I said that this was going to be my year of adventure, I never realised how prophetic those words would be.
2011, you have been incredible and I know it's starting to creep into October, but I don't want you to leave.
Is it too early to say that you will be missed?
You got me on the end of your string
Written at 3:16 AM on Monday, October 3, 2011
I'm flattered you asked, but I wish it wasn't so perfunctory.
And after all is said and done, nothing makes up for the holidays spent alone.
Tokyo
Written at 7:20 AM on Sunday, October 2, 2011
It's actually funny. When I was 17, I wrote this about Tokyo:
"Like a fine sheet of velvety violet, the sky
hung above the city repelled by the sheer glare of the neon, the energetic pulsating rhythms of life that danced below.
Row after row, the strings of celestial sparks lined the district of Harajuku, lighting a stretched path to the distant horizon. The air was chilled crisp and crackled with the thin fragility of dry ice. Vague movements of the anonymous darkness along the sidewalks flowed and the decibels of energy, oscillated like sound waves.
Tokyo was awake once again."
I guess what strikes me as funny is that I have recently been to Tokyo and the difference between what I imagined Tokyo would represent for me or look like, and what it actually was, was two completely different worlds.
I would never have dreamt of going to Japan under these circumstances. And the Tokyo I saw was muted, slowly moving under the humid weather and steadily recovering from the March 2011 earthquake - the Ginza lights were dimmed because of energy saving and there lacked that sense of vibrancy. Certainly my romanticised view of the energy dancing on the streets were far from reality.
It's funny how time changes things and seeing where life's path takes you...
Why hello again
Written at 7:11 AM on
I didn't think I would come back to this blog and in fact, I even spoke recently to a friend about no longer having the desire to expel thoughts onto such an open forum.
But of course, as a fine example of walking contraction, here I am again. Typing little black words out onto this screen for the world to see.
I wasn't going to begin this absorbing exercise of over exposure, except I went back to my blog and re-read my previous entries (some of them dating all the way back to 2008) and I realised that despite my now lack of attention-whoring need to have these thoughts laid bare for everyone to see, I loved the fact that a little bit of me has been captured in time.
So I'm doing this for the sake of posterity.
I'm doing this so that 3 years from now, I can look back and see what life was like in 2011 and maybe judge with the same amount of disdain I have now about how "emo" I was, or how naive some of the things I said were or maybe how, despite this crazy year, I have managed to find so much happiness.
Anyways, hello again world!
Miss Q is back.
re-connecting
Written at 4:46 AM on Sunday, January 31, 2010
These days, I feel a fluttering I haven't felt in a while. The seconds and minutes after my message and before your reply, always leave me in anticipation.
You leave me holding my breath....
can I reach you on this frequency
Written at 3:23 AM on Thursday, January 28, 2010
The words start running backwards, as if someone was rewinding time.
I'm beginning to enjoy this self-inflicted suffering...to purposely sink downwards, always surfacing at the last minute when I can no longer bear the weight upon my lungs. Of course, I'm ok. I'm always ok.
It's like when you write a really long message on your phone and when you're done, there's that split second where you have to decide whether you want to send the message or whether it's best that your thoughts are tucked away, never to be discovered. And so your thumb hovers above the green send button and the red delete button - vacillating between the two, unable to settle. And finally you decide it's better to stay quiet and you slowly delete the words you've written....and the words start running backwards as if someone was rewinding time.
I'm beginning to enjoy this self-inflicted suffering...to purposely sink downwards, always surfacing at the last minute when I can no longer bear the weight upon my lungs. Of course, I'm ok. I'm always ok.
Anyways, I'm wondering if you read this at all....and if you do, what you would be thinking right now. Whether you'd be concerned or whether you would brush it off. Whether it would make you stop and re-read it again, trying to decipher the meanings between the fine lines. But this is of course all moot point because I don't think you read this - at least you haven't for a while, and I don't know if you ever will again.
Sadly, there won't be any applauses from this empty crowd.