Anonymity.

Oh how we've changed.
Is it you or is it me?
Or was it how we were all along,
but we were always too blind to see?

Were we faking it all this time?
Did we really not know the truth?
Did we get lost among too many
of the stars glimpsed from the roof?
The streets along which we walked,
Can we claim them in recollection's seas?
Or were they but a plastic pavement,
of false dreams, and devised fantasies?
The zephyrs of the past blew over,
taking with it blissful naivety
Can I ignore the shadows that are threatening
to overcast our sepia memory?

I'll remember you as you.
I'll remember me as me.
And here's to a you I've never seen,
whomsoever you dare to be.

Linkchains.

For today,
this shall do.
Though it reminds me.
We're all so very connected.
And its so very poignant since the internet.

click 1: stranger.
click 2: random.
click 3: a nameless familiar face.
click 4: a friend of a friend.
click 5: someone very much in your life, or even more shocking, yourself.

Happy Birthday to my ojiisan,
we made a joint venture, its very different to my normal style, we blog very differently.
Excuse the fail formatting..it was 6.30 in the morning and we had yet to sleep.

Pretty Pictures and Wise Words

And my own personal post.
Inspired by the tumblr of a friend, and shocking as I generally dislike rhyme in poetry.
Who knew I was awake enough to make that up.

Sidenote: for those who have yet to see, oggle, and die a little inside after poring over the Givenchy 2010 collection for the 805356897th time: ohhhhmyyyygoddddAHmae-zing. For those who don't know me, laceee. So obviously. But surprisingly its the gold piece that I love..

Self Sufficient

Holidays started over a week ago,
and despite the expected days of freedom and waste-able time,
my holidays thus far have proved otherwise.
Apologies for being MIA,
but work opened its big fat mouth and omnom-ed half of my holidays.
There is now this gulf of emptiness where my life should have been.
Instead it is sitting alone, in the darkness of the pits of the stomach of a monster called "work".

No really.
I feel like I've started sporting a sore back and wrinkles because of the amount of hours a day I've worked.
In a row.
If this is what its like to be grown up, call me Peter Pan.

I don't understand growing up.
There's this massive gap between uni aged people and say parents.
Its like there's this gap where their vitality gets sucked out of them :/
Props to a certain group of uni aged people for the best night in a while the other night.
I can't imagine a mundane life.
I can't imagine making decisions purely because it is the responsible choice.
I'm enjoying it as it is.

Back on the topic of work.
Though its really not that bad.
Generally, I've enjoyed working and the people I work with and the adorable customers that frequent the shop.
And what can I say, money is never a chore to have.

Otherwise holidays are lovely (:
Sadly you never get around to seeing everyone all the time but nevertheless, fun times to be had.

Expectations and Limitiations.

Parents.
Teachers.
Friends.
Acquaintances.

Every single person has some expectation of you.
Of who you are.
Or rather, whom they presume you to be, to do, to accomplish.
So what?

Refuse.
Refuse to fit into their expectations on the basis of some ridiculous social norm.

We change, adapt, grow.
We're vines upon a wall, we may scale the heights bit by bit but not all of us reach the rooftop.
We get lost in the tangled mess of other people's lives, or we latch on, and entwine ourselves with others, possibly getting lost in the process.
We don't always fit grid, for better or worse.
We change.

Everyone expects something.
Even you.

And when you can't live up to your own expectations, that hurts.

Disappointing yourself,
when you yourself should know best what your limitations are,
stings like a bitch.
Its hard not to let that self-deprecating,
spiteful monster inside you take over and brutally batter you.

Happy Chappy

(:
Life Update: Take 2.

A very rewarding day.
I decided I wanted to go grocery shopping with mum, and clock some hours (or minutes rather) for my driving log.
Little did I know, it would turn into an all out shopping spree.
Sales sales sales!
lovelovelove.
Between us, mum and i bought 10 tops...
And then I got school shoes.
Regardless,
it was still new clothing.
AND, a new phone, finally!
Wooo ^^

I also believe that my extremely satisfied tummy is contributing to this happy hype.

Wordswordswords.

People complain that they're at a loss for words.
That they don't have anything to talk about with someone.
Or that they can't seem to express themselves.

Wrong.
We have so much to say.
Perhaps too much.
Sometimes its all just crap.
There's no point in empty superficial statements.
Whilst everything meaningful is waiting to be voiced.
Patiently, relentlessly, and resigned.

Why is everyone so desperate to make conversation?
Why speak when there's nothing to say?
Silence isn't awkward.
Grasping at conversational straws is.


p.s. writer's block.

A Little Something Extra-ordinary

Yo listen up here's a story,

about a:
girl (:

I'm blue da ba dee da ba di...

Hehe.
this one's a little different.
I'm going to trial this whole actually blogging explicitly about my life thing.

I attended my friend's formal last night, which was really fun,
though my foot doth protest at the idea that dancing could be enjoyable.

These occasions only come up once in a while,
and it really is exciting to get dressed up all nice, hop in a hummer, and be whisked to a fancy venue for edible food and much much dancing.
I wish formals happened more often, but I suppose the fact that its rare is what makes it so special.

It goes so fast.
After bumping into Sarah, about halfway through getting my hair done, the buzz started kicking in.
The jittery excitement before a big event.
Kaya and I were scrambling around, hard-pressed for time after taking an excessive amount of time putting our faces on...
and then it all went on fast forward, accompanied by a very fast faced soundtrack that kept me on my feet the entire night.

And there, you have gained a not particularly interesting insight into my life (: