sunny side up, please?

three things.
take it in.
brush it off.
let it go.

gumbo in the pot

i want to go back in time
where i was at the beach that one perfect day
white sandy beaches with the bluest sky 
sounds of the waves splashing endlessly onto the shore
casting a spell on me and inviting me in
i stepped closer and closer to the shore
sinking my feet into the warm sand
i closed my eyes and went
it was a blur at first
but as i went to the deep end and dived in
it was so calm 
i saw all the pretty fishes just swimming by
in every possible colour you could imagine
i was amazed and overwhelmed 
it was as if all my worries had left me
and i was in the simplest word, happy

one happy island ’09

okay, focus.
anything is possible right?

niet meer

i was watching ‘the day after tomorrow’ with the other two stooges last night
one of the many many many end-of-the-world movies
end-of-the-world should officially be a movie genre on its own lah
i don’t know why but i get so emotional and i will always have to keep reminding myself that it is, just a movie
but then again, disasters do happen (maybe not as severe or wide-scale like the ones in the movies) but still, it’s heartbreaking
just recently i read in the news that a dutch boy is the sole survivor in a libyan plane crash
he lost everyone, his parents and his brother
and what makes it even more heartbreaking
he has an ongoing blog where he writes about their vacation in South Africa and post up pictures
i can’t imagine what or how he’ll feel whenever he opens his blog
all the last moments he had with his family detailed, just like a diary 
it’s really sad 
i really hope God watches over him, 
give him strength to move on 
and heal his heart.

my prayers are with you, little one.

loaf you dough much

time: 3.07 am
song: the saltwater room by owl city

I opened my eyes last night and saw you in the low light 

Walking down by the bay, on the shore, staring up at the planes that aren’t there anymore 
I was feeling the night grow old and you were looking so cold 
Like an introvert, I drew my over shirt 
Around my arms and began to shiver violently before 
You happened to look and see the tunnels all around me 
Running into the dark underground 
All the subways around create a great sound 
To my motion fatigue: farewell 
With your ear to a seashell 
You can hear the waves in underwater caves 
As if you actually were inside a saltwater room 
randoom: my tummy must have the weird-est times to be hungry and grumbling. laparo.