The Natural Tendency For Wires To Tangle

It felt so natural, didn't it? I mean, I wasn't the one who started it, but my reaction just felt so... Natural. The whole spontaneity of it was just... Incredible.

It was torturing that after that I had to wait for the next time. And I'm still waiting. It won't be long before soon. Isn't that from Maroon 5 or something? I'm not sure. It might be. Or something like it.

I'm supposed to do a lot of reading and listening during the holidays for my English, and especially revision for my Chemistry retakes and Maths C4 exams. But no. I'm not in the mood. Hahaha. Ho. I'll start soon. It's Christmas eve. Relax. Chill. Chillax. Rechill.

Don't tell anyone, but I haven't paid for my stay here :P

Signing out

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When The Waves Scare Us

I'm in Venice right now, and I'm enjoying it. The rest have gone out shopping today, so in order to keep myself from spending, I've stayed in the apartment.

I haven't got much to say, really. Just that I like it here.

I like this.

Signing out

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Narrow Streets

I'm walking through the streets of Venice, along the riverbank, overseeing the gondolas. And then I see a bridge.

The bridge is larger than the other bridges. But that might just be because I haven't seen all the bridges in Venice.

I don't know.

I have never been to Venice before.

The wind is cold. The sun is shining. The streets are narrow.

And then I realise, we're stuck here for another three days.

Words Don't Quite Say

I found the answers
Underneath the stack of pillows
You smiled when I asked you
About what you said just now
And I couldn't help but wonder
If it was nothing after all


Let me finish those unfinished words
I will try and say them for you


In the darkness the whispers reverberate
Under the sheets hundreds of miles away
The words don't quite flow but
That's good enough for us, tonight


I found the answer
In one of our late night conversations
You wondered if I laughed at you
For what you said just now
And I couldn't help but smile
As if it was nothing after all


Let me finish those unfinished words
I will try and say them for you


In the darkness the whispers reverberate
Under the sheets hundreds of miles away
The words don't quite flow but
That's good enough for us, tonight


*****


Signing out


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The Mighty Warlord Wants To Speak With You

It's end of term, which means the troublesome end-of-term packing is in order. And this of course involves the messy ordeal of trying to cram everything under the bed and make as though not a soul is living in your room. As fun as this sounds (haha), I had to take a rest, and get some thoughts onto my blog.

I've got a new neighbour, and to welcome him, I've put my music on very, very, very loudly. And I'm planning to do this until late. He is none other than the infamous Alan Lau, who had come up with the brilliant question of 'how would you feel if you wake up with only one testicle?' in the middle of our mock European conference. He has also enlightened us with facts like most Australians are Germans, Brunei don't have running water, and charity is evil.

From one genius, to another in the form of George W. Bush. I find his pearls of wisdom too enticing and enlightening. Here are some that I hope you'd find incredibly inspiring:

"You know, one of the hardest part of my job is to connect Iraq to the war on terror"

"I can only speak to myself"

"It's in our country's interests to find those who would do harm to us and get them out of harm's way"

I've got a poster on my wall quoting more from - as Borat calls him - the Mighty Warlord. Never fails to brighten up my day.

Michaelmas term is almost over. I wanna get out of this place for four weeks. Oh wait, I am.

Signing out

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Scherezade In The Night

I'm in the writing mood at the moment. Currently I'm writing a story about relationships. No, it's not a typical romance story. If you've read my other stories, this is pretty much like those ones. Most of them are united in terms of time, usually the timeline not exceeding a few hours. The concept for the story, I think, is very good. The tentative title for it is called 'Stages.' I think from the title you could guess it's about stages in a relationship.

I've never been quite excited writing a shory story like I do with this one. Maybe it is because this is the first time that I've started writing a story with an idea beforehand, rather than starting with a random word and let my fingers take me where the story should go. I've even post-poned doing my English essay last night for a few hours (which was due earlier today) just to write the story.

We all see stories everyday. But it takes some effort just to put pen on paper, I guess. Or rather, finger on keyboard.

Signing out

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Two Hundred And Fifty Reasons

I was expecting a half-asleep day today, considering that I got back from London at around midnight (five fuckin' hours to get back last night), that I barely had any sleep the day before, and that we were basically standing for four hours doing nothing in the meet-and-greet.

But then, things are looking up. For my double english, I only had ten minutes till my teacher decided to let us go because too many of us were off to interviews. So today, I only have a grand total of two lessons. My other English lesson with Doc Law might still be a beef, since we finished Shakespeare for the term. And I've got 1st Leagues to look forward to this afternoon.

But I still have this minor headache that's ever-present. Sometimes it just manages to take my attention away from what I was doing, and for about a minute I'd just be totally detached from everything.

I've got an e-mail from UCL asking me to write two essays for them by next week. It's a particularly hard essay, but I've got such a busy schedule this week, I probably can only start once the holidays start, which is this friday. I'm still partial to whether I'm gonna go to Christmas school dinner. It should be worth going, but...

I need this holiday really bad.

Signing out

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