apotheosizing

copenhagen my ass

2009-12-15T06:03:22Z

new zealand has got it right in water conservation. instead of having one of those 'mixer' taps, have two taps- one scalding hot, another freezing cold. then you end up using mugs to brush your teeth or filling the sink to wash the dishes.

and hell, i'm pretty sure you won't stay in the shower long either.

lost.

2009-06-20T16:41:55Z

some days i really need you.

apotheosizing @ 2009-05-23T23:24:00

2009-05-23T15:29:46Z

drip. drip.

drop.

conscious unconscious

2009-04-03T12:25:06Z

Today I had what I believe was my first lucid dream. I recall somehow realising that I was asleep in bunk, and thus was dreaming. I remember pinching my face and feeling no pain, instead a fuzzy feeling, like pins and needles sans the agony. More like white noise on telly. Bzz.. Bzz..

Some guy wearing a white tee and jeans with an indistinct face walked by and I looked at him, commanding "Explode!".

But he didn't!

He looked at me nonchalently and said "I don't explode", brushing me off lightly and walking away.

So I tried to conjure up thousands of hot babes, every one that I could possibly dream of. (pun intended.)

But that didn't work either.

My mind must have thought, "What the heck. Wake up."

And so I did, thinking what a strange first lucid dream that was.

stardust

2009-03-15T16:32:09Z

"i don't like you. no, i don't love you either."

and with those words, a fragment of his fragile heart chipped away and splintered into a million pieces.

the silent voice

2009-02-27T18:17:30Z

in the quiet of the night, a tap-tap-tapping on my keyboard. i have lost the motivation to write, to type, to keep the memories of this wretched life. it's more like a black canvas with splotches of bright colours than a clean one with blotted spots.

the fingers, they don't move so well anymore. words come out jumbled, mixed, like the typing of a dyslexic person. but oh the phrases, the sentences, the paragraphs, they inundate my head and swish around so fluently, looking for a means of escape. but there is none. not from the hands, neither the tongue. twisted or tied or whatever they call it.

but maybe, just maybe, if i sit here in the quiet of the night, tap-tap-tapping on my keyboard, the voice inside my head can be born and see light. concentrate. focus on each character. let it come to life and dance on the white paper (or the script as they call it), except this is no pulp from the trees, trees that have lived and basked under the radiant sunlight. this is but a false creation of life, dubbed as 'virtual reality'.

and as suddenly as it began, it so abruptly stops.

http://www.powertyping.com/typing_test/typing_test.shtml

2009-02-22T14:10:11Z

your typing rate is : 60 wpm
words typed : 75
mistakes made : 18
which is 14.4 mistakes per minute

your typing rate is : 70 wpm
words typed : 84
mistakes made : 14
which is 11.7 mistakes per minute

your typing rate is : 74 wpm
words typed : 57
mistakes made : 9
which is 11.5 mistakes per minute

and so i realise that my psychomotor skills have slowly but surely begun to walk the path of decadence.

i can shoot. i can run. i can do chin-ups. i can jump. i can climb obstacles.

but i can't type. i can't write. i can't speak.

explains the lousy word challenge scores.

(ugh. i hate the millions of typos i'm having.)

what do you fear

2009-02-21T05:12:35Z

where have i been all this while?

it's like a rude awakening from a saccharin slumber, a sleep so sweet it kills me inside.

just to let you know...

2009-01-31T02:17:01Z

i'm alive. (:

welcome, 2009.

2009-01-01T14:43:55Z

new year, new resolutions. new friends, new experiences. new opportunities, new challenges. 2009 is steeped in novelty, freshness of a new beginning, leaving behind the manacles and chains of the past year.

time. that which you can run from but never hide. another year etched onto our bodies; memories imbrued into our heads; emotions carved into our hearts.

goodbye, 2008.

(i wish.. i wish.. i could write this better.)

chestnuts roasting on an open fire

2008-12-25T16:00:11Z

merry christmas everybody!
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untitled.

2008-12-17T17:11:48Z

break my heart, why don't you.

smell the flowers.

2008-12-14T08:18:21Z

only in scarcity do we treasure these precious moments.

the aged demon

2008-10-02T18:08:38Z

the lonely gait of a shadow under the crepuscular sky.

stillness of the night.

2008-08-22T19:09:53Z

quiet emotions.

and the dust settles

2008-08-09T17:54:32Z

i wonder what happened.

i forgot.

fleetingly

2008-06-27T17:41:19Z

i wish i could tell you, and you, and you, and you, and you, and you,
how much you are loved and missed.

but it's late at night and the sandman beckons and i can't find the strength nor courage to search for the footprint i left in the sands of your heart. and though i know these are mere excuses, please, for one more time, let me succumb.

i love you all.

p.s. why are all my closest friends so emo?

aphonic

2008-06-27T17:27:43Z

-adjective
mouthed but not spoken; noiseless; silent.

after a month-long lull period, i'm back to typing my thoughts, my feelings and my memories back in this digital space. it's been a while. I haven't been writing very much and truth to be told, it's appalling how my standard of english has slowly deteriorated in the short span of six months. vocabulary-wise at the very least. browsing through the list of words i once knew, a certain kind of melancholy sets in, a sadness of losing the alphabets and phonetics. while the basal level of comprehension remains, as it would indefinitely, the words, the sentences, the paragraphs don't converge impeccably.

it's a pity.

musings.

2008-04-20T09:48:03Z

they say the nsboys never grow up to become the nsmen. within the two years of confinements and burnt weekends, an nsf loses life experience. while the earth continues its rotation around its axis, nsfs are oblivious to the changing perspectives and mindsets of their friends, family, relatives. the rest of the world matures, while the nsf remains unchanged, creating the schisms in relationships.

it's a lie.

the nsboy does grow. he grows to comply without question. he grows to seize every brief moment of freedom in spite of the costs. he grows to survive on minimal sleep for maximum time. he grows to see the world through suffering and pain.

he grows cold. bitter. resentful.

9 weeks later

2008-03-15T15:04:44Z

memories. faded. distant. lost in the dark abyss of the mind. consciousness cluttered with mundane drudgery of little consequences. echoes of friendship, brotherhood, love, ringing in the distance.

age is chasing me down. wisdom gained is ignorance lost.

or innocence.

wish upon a star

2008-01-09T02:49:08Z

if only i could've frozen time in that moment- the perfection of you laying in my lap under the stars, facing out towards the waters.

wait for me.

not here.

2008-01-08T16:39:56Z

gone to defend the country.

p.s i will too.

just so i don't miss it...

2007-12-25T15:57:08Z

merry christmas (:

to: you.

2007-12-23T17:12:43Z

did you look up to the sky tonight? did you see the brilliant white moon, with sparkling stars flanking it? there i was, under the moonlight, gazing up to the heavens and thinking- we're both under the same sky, seeing the same beautiful glowing moon. and despite the many thousand miles that separate us, somehow, somehow we're still together, underneath that stratosphere, troposphere, whatever you want to call it, staring upwards into the cloudless night and trying to spot those evasive constellations.

chemistry

2007-12-13T17:24:00Z

a whole pizza for lunch + bbq for dinner = ASSPLOSION