Intent never makes a sound.

I feel so betrayed. It was in that moment, that the lack of words meant more than those that were said and I understood.

I shouldn't have asked. Curiosity killed the cat.

Meow.

There's so much to whine about, bitch about, cry about...

But for now, I am content with Anberlin blasting in my headphones. LOVING THE NEW ALBUM.

I swear music is the cure for everything. Hahaha.

Short, simple, sweet.

I TOTALLY LOVE LE RAINE ELEANOR HENDRIK.

You, my dear, have the wonderful capability of making my heart smile (too). With all your very sensible emails that, I swear, add sunshine into my life when a cumulus nimbus has been hovering over me the last few weeks.

Thank you so much babe. (:

For last Friday

I can only take good pictures with the besties.


So many birthday celebrations, and I still never get tired of taking photographs with you (:

<3>

The boots hurt like crap, seriously.

All of the lovely people.

Girlfriends.

This was (semi)candid. DEREK IS LEARNING HOW TO SMILE PROPERLY.

Really, I can only cam whore with her.

Birthday girl, BOOBS, me.

Me + Birthday girl, who looks as perverse as usual...

My favourite picture of the night.

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You're 18. I couldn't think of a better way to spend my Friday night - celebrating your birthday with the best friends was a blast. We've both changed so much the past year, so much has changed. But I'm here for the long run babe. Seasons change, people change, but you are always going to so special to me. More than the new friends I've made, the new circle of people I hang out with, you (along with the two primates) are still the three super important people in my life. No why, no how come. It's just like that.

I love you, dear. Have a great 18th year.

"There's a club. The dead dad's club. And you can't be in it until you're in it.

You could try and understand, you could sympathize but until you feel that loss..

My dad died when I was nine.

George, I'm really sorry you had to join the club."


"I.. I don't know how to exist in a world where my dad doesn't"


"Yea that never really changes."


It never really changes.

Funeral Blues

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever; I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood,
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

- W. H. Auden


There are no words to say, no songs to sing. I am in more pain than I thought possible.

So go away, all of you. Go away.

CSS'S VOICE IS DRONING ON AND ON IN MY HEAD.

OH GOD SAVE ME.

I CANNOT WAIT TILL TOMORROW.

Beyond the stupid fat man who prances around naked carrying a bow, beyond cheesy one liners in Hallmark cards, beyond overpriced flowers and the extreme commercialization of this holiday, Valentine's is about love.

The day itself may be over rated, but love isn't.

To you, because you have been dearly missed by me even though you are always around. For all the love you show in your own special way. Like when you willingly send me home and let me sleep on your shoulder, even though you are dead tired yourself and it means you can't sleep. When you tell me that I'm still your person and that you won't be forgetting me while you chase your dreams and goals. I love spending time with the people I love, and I love spending time with you.


To you, for sacrificing your sleep the past few nights to deal with the shit morons throw at us. For holding my hand, and telling me things will be ok. For being my person. I could sit at a bus stop all day long and still be content, just as long as you're there with me.

To you, under all your coolness and aloof demeanor lies a warm woffly heart all ready to pour love to those who need it. You give the best juju whenever you tiptoe to hug me.


Three of the best friends have loudly proclaimed their intense dislike for Valentine's. I'm not a big fan, but I like to share the love. So to the three people who make the day on Love so much more lovely, I hope you guys had as much fun as I did. (:

JOHN MAYER AND JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE WON TWO GRAMMYS EACH!!!!!!!!!!

ALL IS RIGHT WITH THE WORLD and I feel so falalala happy. =D


YAAAAYYYYY

The workload got to her head (more than once)
edited: now you can finally see the convos properly.












Roflmao.

Blogger's being a bitch.

I've been super busy and tired.

I <3 Hiro from Heroes.

Can't wait for 16 Feb.

Dreading 17 Feb.

Holidays holidays come quick.

A proper post soon. See you.

SPEAK CRYPTIC, part deux

- "I'M NOT DRUNK OK... ONE, TWO, THREE." rofl, yes we believe you Bella.

- There is great satisfaction in seeing the end product of a job well done.

- Derek, my legs still look funny when I look in the mirror. :(

- I CANNOT WAIT for 16th Feb. I am suffocating under the pile of assignments.

Save me.