crunching gravel

she wears short skirts, i wear T-shirts
she's cheer captain & im on the bleachers

cryptic:
He stole her heart in shades of blue; cradled it in the center, caressed it with his gentle smile. He weaved his tender web of desire around her, encapsulating the rhythm of a pulsating beat beneath weakened flesh. He escapes & leaves her to rest, before returning again, motions reversed, history repeats.

She stays with locked fists in his web, yearning. His fleeing shadow froze time, she waits patiently. Then his fist clenched, crippling the soul on his dejected palm. She blinks, and then everything faded to black.

***

despite the cold that invaded my feet and traveled all the way to my now half-frozen toes, there could not have been a warmer feeling than coffee ministry tonight :) somehow i feel describing the details in words does the actual feeling poor justice so i shall just leave it at this, & thank you God :)

i know you don't read this, but thank you for raising me to be the person i am today. thank you for being there 19 years of my life, tall&proud, and that i have the privilege of calling you my father. you (&mum) are the reason why i am pushing through uni, striving to do my best, because you give me inspiration to develop my inner potential to become a better person. You deserve the best, & i promise to work hard so that i too can make you proud.

Happy Father's day daddy.

SO EXAMS ARE oh vee ee are :) mummy is here! so it's goodbye stress & hello discounted stores. I'm excited for winter, & i refuse to let the bone-chilling cold ruin it! AND THE RIDICULOUS SWINE FLU, please. its not even worth it.

on a random note, i am suddenly feeling extremely thankful for supportive friends, those who you know you can count on regardless of the circumstances; those who forgive you & love you despite your flaws, who send you encouraging text's during hair-pulling moments, and those who pick you up when you fall.

thank you friends :) you know who you are. (PLEASE YOU MUST OKAY).

okay, its 1.12am & there is shopping that needs to be done tomorrow so rest calls :) <3

i see your true colours

five, six
pick up sticks

er, hi.

so progress thus far;

microeconomics-major epic flabbergasted mojojojo fail.
quantitative methods-GG.
accounting-er, bad.

social life-nil.

current condition in Melbourne: swine flu capital

i think im doing all right. i dont like it when im this sarcastic though. everyday that dream of exchange just slips that much further out of reach.

rainbow amindst the storm

if she wanna rock she rocks
if she wanna roll she rolls

Dear G,

It's overused phrases like 'I love you' that diminishes the impact of three powerful words, eight significant letters. Those words breathe into every corner, tucked up into the tiny fragments of your life. I know it doesn't seem sincere, but for what it's worth, I love you. :)

The words that aren't said enough, I believe, are "I'm sorry" & "I forgive you". Instead, they simmer low and undetected beneath the surface; hibernating in the weak flesh, an untold secret from our perverse and deprived generation. I know you already know this, but I'm sorry. I can't say I forgive you because there's nothing to forgive.

I wanted to type up more poetic stuff but somehow my brain is lodged, instead floating to the surface is microeconomics theories & QM formulas which I will spare you the agony of having to read them (if i did write them out here that is). But I know you understand, you always do :)

So I hope to talk to you soon, in fact i think i will. :) till then, i'll catch you next time G. x

<3 always,
sumei

passerby's

fall overboard

sumei says:
ohoh wait i wanna ask you something
ali smile, laugh, love... says:
lol
sumei says:
do
sumei says:
you
ali smile, laugh, love... says:
mmhmm
sumei says:
want
ali smile, laugh, love... says:
yes, i would loved to marry u
ali smile, laugh, love... says:
:)

because this just made me smile all night (: