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 Mel wu0ng 5th Sept crazes: dolphins, killer whales, willowy trees, the color red, earrings, mangoes, pepper; cracked, powdered, black pepper. and wishes she could swim so one day she can swim wit the dolphins lovez: the moon and the starz(drama not intended). her family and close-knit group of frenz, mindless Simpsons at 6pm, Aussie's Tim Tams, Jodi Picoult novels, deep, connecting conversations, the night atmosphere with company, dancing and goin crazy, car rides, the sound of laughter. how to make her feel shivery:feed her choc cinnamon. use calvin klein's "Be" joyz: being told she's missed and loved(who wouldn (; ), the feeling of accomplishment, finding a solution to a tough maths question, balancin acc, sketching, piggy-backing, i-feel-sexy days.
 and then there were 3..  all reds!  all whites! sweet 16 (: i believe.. in love, and somewhere out there, there may be someone for everyone. its jus that not everyone have the luxury of meeting the person. i believe in karma; what goes around comes around. i believe in a healthy intake of dietary fibre to prevent constipation. i believe in chemisty, botany and psychology. i believe in heaven and hell. i believe in the colour red. i believe in laughter. i believe in equipping oneself to diff weathers. i believe in the need for nothingness. i believe in the need for somethingness. i believe there's something bigger out there; it's easier that way. i believe not all easy things are the wrong things. i believe that money can in fact guarantee quality; or at least the right to return it if its faulty. i believe in shopping. i believe in sincerity, but also the lack of it. i believe in productivity. i believe in music therapy. i believe in shopping therapy. i believe in a mother's love, and the lengths she would go to protect her child. i believe in a good, solid education. i believe in seeing the bad, so that we can compare it to the good. i believe in taking strengths from people. i believe, we have our strengths, and we should hold on to it.
 
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Faust, Midas and Myself This one's bout a dream I had last night; He said "I've seen you here before, I know your name. You could have your pick of pretty things. You could have it all, everything at once, everything you've seen, everything you'll need-- everything you've ever had in fantasies. You've one life, one life left to lead." I woke up from my dream as a golden man, with a girl I've never seen, with golden skin. I jumped up to my feet. She asked me what was wrong. I began to scream. I don't think this is me; Is this just a dream or really happening? What direction? What direction now? I looked outside the glass at golden shores, golden ships and masts with golden cords. As my reflection passed, I hated what I saw. My golden eyes were dead and a thought passed through my head: a heart that is made of gold can't really beat at all. I wanted to wake up. I wanted to wake up again without a touch of gold. What direction? Death or action!
I woke up as before, but the gold was gone. My wife was at the door with her night robe on. My heart beat once or twice and life flooded my veins. Everything had changed. My lungs had found their voice, and what was once routine is now the perfect joy. "You've one life, one life left to lead."
Posted at 3/3/2008 1:34:40 am by cookiemel
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