爱情是什么东西？好吃吗？

Gym

The only place where progress makes sense to me.

okay lately ive been posting all this abstract shit on my blog but right now all i feel like doing is writing down whatever is in my mind right now.  reading Chon's and Amy's blog made me realize that my blog needs more of these posts. posts where i can talk about my THOUGHTS and FEELINGS, or just ramble on.
so i had a really good day today, the weather was amazing, i caught up with friends, made new ones, and still managed to exercise. i truly felt that i lived today to the full. yet as i sit here listening to the new mayday album (thanks Amy n_n), i cant help but be overwhelmed by a sense of melancholy (no i dont think its cause of the music lol. or maybe it is).

"一个人 想着一个人是否叫寂寞"

sigh. tbh solitude isnt that bad. reading One Hundred Years of Solitude gives me the feeling that all of humanity is alone, that every person is relegated to the fate of a lifetime of solitude. im beginning to think that true love doesn't exist, only lust and passion, which are both ephemeral. only companionship, appreciation, and affection truly exists. i think i can live with that.

they say we only want what we cant have. that might be true in some cases, but i know that if she was ever mine, even for a brief moment, id be happy. you can call it true love, or whatever you want, but id be so fucking happy. i think i will give it one last try. and this time there wont be any doubts, or falters in my step. this time i will give it my all. i will either emerge victorious at the top, or be a bloodied battered and broken mess at the bottom. baby i've got moves even i havnt seen yet.

man i love alliteration, but i gotta learn some other language techniques if i want to reach the next level in my writing. if only i could harness the power of extended metaphors, then omg my verses will be fucking magnificent. like pablo neruda, who alludes to sex using metaphors of nature. and he was only a teenager when he wrote those poems. what a horny guy. but hey, bitches love poetry. ive also realised how limited my vocabulary is. sigh i wish i didnt have so much going on this year, then i could dedicate some time to truly improving my english capabilities. like learn proper grammar, which i is never teached.

lately ive come more and more to the realisation that there are so many pretty, funny, kind, amazing asian girls out there. life could have chosen for me to meet any of them, and i wouldve fallen madly in love. but it so happens that ive met this particular one, so guess im stuck with this tree. maybe ill hang dead on it, maybe i wont. i dont really care. its like how there are so many amazing people out there that we could potentially be friends with, but because of fate, we've met the particular set of special people who are now an intimate part of our lives and will continue to be so for many years into the future.

okay, im getting sleepy now and HOLY SHIT ITS 11:11. i didnt wait for it, i swear.
okay so what happens if its still 11:11 when i close my eyes to make a wish but then it takes me a few seconds to think about it and by the time i open my eyes its 11:12 and i dont know whether it was actually still 11:11 when i made the wish, does it still count? i hope my wish comes true, for her.

okay i shall now go to sleep naoz. bobby out.

 Your Voice

your poetic voice caresses my eardrums

sending joyful vibrations through my mind

the octaves rise and fall as they wash over me

a soothing harmony as the notes align

your melodic voice pulls at my heartstrings

tremors of excitement shudder down my spine

as the hairs on my arm begin to stand up

in ovation for a voice so divine

your angelic voice sings to my soul
the sentimental words evoking emotions
within me that i never thought existed
inspiring awe serenity and a sense of devotion.

Persistence might earn someone's appreciation and affection given enough time, but can it win true love?
At what point does tenacity becomes stubborness?
Does recognising the situation as a lost cause mean giving up and not having enough faith and therefore not deserving of her, or is it simply being realistic?
Do i keep trying to climb her wall despite the countless times ive fallen and hurt myself, or do i cash in my chips now and walk away while i still can?

I can't decide.

Hangover

A barely managed croak escapes from my parched throat 

as my fossilized tongue on which the aftertaste of bile still lingers

struggles to form the shapes required for speech

while my brain tormented by the tearing

pain that pulsates across it's membranous surface

attempts to summon the memories of the previous night

but is only answered by blankness and a whirling sensation

that cannot be ignored and is only surpassed

by the tempest raging in the cesspit of my gut

the repercussions of which is felt to the very tips

of my disembodied limbs that refuse to obey any command

following the resignation of my liver on the grounds of

an intolerable insurmountable indisputable workload

allowing nausea to run ruthlessly rampant

throughout the tortured tissues of my torso

like acid digesting the very fabric of my being

arousing waves of regret to wash over my conscience

all of which culminate in an overwhelmingly familiar experience

so characteristic of the aftermath of a great night had.

"The best laid schemes of mice and men, Go often askew,"

Today i've finally got round to reading Of Mice and Men. It is a book about people, and the dreams we all hold on to. Theres so much that i want to say, but i will spare you my sentiment.

All i will say is, i live for today, but i also live for tomorrow. I am happy right now, and from the bottom of my heart, i want all of you to be happy too.

this year is going to be different. im serious.

Only a Heartbeat Away

Distance is not measured in centimeters or miles,

but in how well you can still picture her smile.

Time is not measured in days or years,

but in the liters of your diminishing tears.

Distance over time does not equal the speed at which your heart moves away,

but the velocity at which you delude yourself.

Because there is no cure.

No matter how fast you think you're running,

The instant you look upon her face,

The moment you gaze into her eyes,

You're back where you started.

In a heartbeat.

2011 was the year of...

*the rabbit
*1000 games of Starcraft
*365 days
*227 Facebook friends
*122 blog posts
*my 20th birthday
*8 passed papers
*5kgs gained
*3 failed confessions
*1 failed paper
*0cm grown

2012 is going to be...