the exception

Guys' Rules #15: If we ask you what's wrong and you say "nothing", we will act like nothing is wrong.
We know you are lying, but it's just not worth the hassle.

To my darling, who always thinks I'm worth the hassle ♥


I love you even at 6.30 in the morning!! x3

Don't surprise me, don't make me happy

When I get excited I get seriously weird. My tone of voice changes; I come to closely resemble either those annoying high-pitched lala girls who try to act kawaii, or a crazed prepubescent bat. My arms flail around, I squeal, I bounce all over a room. I perform surrealistic interpretive dance in an attempt to communicate with mute invisible aliens. I give bone-crushing hugs to people in the vicinity. I repeat phrases such as "Oh mai Gawd!!!!!11" and "Ahhhhh!" over and over.

I get clumsy. I drop things, knock things over, spill things, trip over my own two feet, knock people's spectacles off while attempting to hug them. I elbow people in the ribs, I tackle them and knock the breath out of them.


So don't surprise me with gifts, don't present me with cool things. Don't be nice, don't be sweet.




I may just end up sending you to the minor injuries clinic.

When I was a child;

All I wanted to do when I grew up was to spend my life reading and writing books. Strange how our childhood dreams sometimes become actuality.

Well, I don't know that for certain yet. I have no idea what path my career is going to take, to be honest. But I certainly am doing a lot of reading and writing in university xD


I'm currently stuck in an essay about the imagination in Romantic literature. Focussing on Byron and Austen. It's actually amazing; I am procrastinating a lot and not making very swift progress but I am enjoying myself. Enjoying the creative process of writing. Haven't felt like this about my essays in a long time ^_^



Maybe I'm not quite as lost and directionless as I thought :D

maybe if you were here I'd have to find a new reason to be unhappy

Because human beings can never be happy, can they? They can never be satisfied.


The way things are now, I long for you and only you. I pine gently for you, and speak tenderly to you everyday. I look forward to seeing you with eager puppy joy, and pout to say goodbye. I fly into your arms at airports and train stations. There is familiarity but not enough of it to breed contempt.

If I was by your side always, would we be as happy as we are now? Would we fight, would we squabble? Would we take each other for granted? Would I throw tantrums when you spend all day in the studio working? Would each other's company grow old and stale? After all, we have never spent any length of time together while doing separate things. Before, we were both doing A-Levels together, and naturally saw each other everyday as a matter of course. Now, when I come home, I am on holiday and free as a bird, and you generally are as well. When I go with you to Singapore, it is during a weekend, or for a mere couple of days during the week. I have honestly no idea whether we'd be able to make it work. How would we arrange dates and things?


But then that's silly of me isn't it. If we can arrange to be together and stay in love in separate countries, there is no reason we wouldn't be able to whilst together :)

A random stream of thought. I need to shower! Thank goodness I have an afternoon start tomorrow.



Good morning Malaysians xx

sunshine

I'm sunning myself at the window of Grant's room. The bright sunlight is making it a little hard to see the screen but I don't care. The warmth feels good - we don't get many sunny days anymore as the year turns to winter, and I cherish this one. Basking in the liquid warmth, listening to the soft sounds of David's record player from the adjacent room, I am content.

I can hear the sound of Oana's key in the lock as she struggles to get the door open, and Grant's laughter as he comes to her rescue. We have just changed our lock and Oana isn't used to it yet... Now he's trying to teach her how to turn the key, and I smile at their conversation.

I have just gotten off the phone with my parents - I'd called home to wish my mum a happy birthday. It was good hearing their voices again; I miss Mummy and Daddy being around to nag me gently, tease me, and be there anytime I need a hug. There is a lot of laughter in our family and I miss it. But that phone call filled me enough to keep me going until I see them again in a month :)


I am experiencing a rare moment of perfect happiness and contentment. The sun is warm on my face, and I have poached eggs and toast digesting in my belly. The glass is cool against my right temple, it is a Friday, lectures are over for the week and everything is right in my world. Why should I not be happy?

My longing for Brendan is like a small cat that follows me everywhere, and at the moment it lies curled up on my lap. It is my constant companion in the absence of my boyfriend, and I have grown somewhat fond of it. Sometimes I walk too fast and move too busily for it, but it always manages to catch up with me several times through the day. It goes wherever I go, and lies close to me when I am at rest. As I said, I have grown fond of it and will even stroke it sometimes. It is a small, gentle creature that does not claw nor bite, but nestles close to me, a slightly heavy weight against my heart always.



So yes, despite my longing I can be happy. I am happy here.

board

I feel bored. Not bored like "I have nothing to do right now" but like chronic boredom. Like bored of life.

I don't want to go for lectures. I don't want to go for tutorials. I don't want to go to university at all. I don't want to go out food shopping. I don't want to go anywhere or do anything. I just want to curl up somewhere warm and comfy and just stay there forever.


I know I sound like a petulant kid. Don't really care. Leave me alone!


Everything feels pointless and... well, boring.


Ugh.





I don't even really care about going home for Christmas; not right now anyway. I tried to cheer myself up and give myself something to look forward to by saying, "Just hang in there till you can go home for Christmas!!" But I just can't get worked up or excited about it. A part of me is saying, "So what?"

This will pass, I know that. I will be my usual happy cheerful self again soon enough. And of course I will be very happy and excited about going home and seeing Brendan and family.



But right now I don't really care

Wake Up

Wake up, my love
Get up and adjust the pegs holding your curtains
Drink your water and reach for your glasses
Rub your eyes and clear your throat

Wake up, my love
Turn on your laptop
Click on the Skype icon
Smile at me with eyes barely open

Because you don't have to see me
To love me
And I don't have to be with you
To want you

But wake up anyway, my love
Because I can't see you
Or be with you
And therefore I miss you.

Terri's feeling so poem-ey today xD I won't flatter myself by saying I feel poetic T^T

I should be doing my essay instead bloody hell T^T

Hey there
I'm giving you a ticket for speeding

Come away from your cushioned boxes
Put away your wires and
Pick up that guitar in the dusty case

Come sit with me on the grass
Just for a while
Fingers brushing singing
And we can watch the clouds go by

The wind is blowing through the trees
Children are running forward
As are we all -
But the sun is shining
And the world keeps spinning

So come with me
And stay with me
Don't leave though you sit so near
I want to hear you laugh
Don't run like water through my fingers
Hey there

Come kiss me.

Half composed in my head while I was walking home through the meadows.

ooh, Youtube is good.

You know that "Recommended for You" section on the Youtube homepage? It basically randomly selects videos for you based on the videos you've viewed in the past. Anyway, it threw this up for me:





Damn, they're good. I'm such a sucker for gooey love songs AND Disney. But a two-in-one combination??? I'm sold!!! Almost cried listening to this T^T I'm such a baby I know T^T

The perils of having flatmates

We've all seen the horrifyingly embarrassing but very amusing results of FacebookRape. Laptops should all come with intruder-protection as well as virus-protection xD

Just now, I left my word processor open and wandered over to the other end of the kitchen to steal some of Grant's vegetarian mock-mince-beef and onion gravy pie.... When I came back my English Lit essay had been sabotaged.

Gulliver’s Travels by Jonathan Swift has been described as Menippean satire; essentially, satire that combines many different targets of ridicule into a complex and fragmented narrative (Northrop Frye). For Swift uses the literary devices of satire, parody and irony

I am terri i am a terrible secretary and i cannot write essays or read anything also i have no attention span which is silly because it is which doesn’t make sense but oh well thats what i do

I am oana and i cannot cook but am a better flatmate than terri anyway

Wtf =.=

for his many fans:

A recent picture of David, standing in the doorway of my bedroom with his Cool Dude mug xD




The picture is really grainy coz the light in the hallway was off. Oh well xD

love is a behaviour

Thank you for showing me how much you love me, everyday!! ♥♥



I don't know what I'd do without you. I don't know where I'd be now if it wasn't for you. You've given me so so much and still patiently endure all my whining and complaining and emotional unstability when I PMS. I know I have no real right to complain, and you know it too; so it makes me love you even more when you take my problems seriously and help me get over myself. Thank you, love.

Because you see; one can't just say "I love you," to a person and then proceed to ignore them or abuse them or take them for granted, then still expect them to believe it. You have to show your love, because love is a behaviour! But at the same time, you have to know when someone is saying that they love you without words :)


Bah I'm so soppy! Even I can't tahan my own mushiness!! Lol.




Of course, I'm a philosophy student so I can't agree that behaviour constitues a mental state (i.e. love). So I'm not saying that "love=behaviour and nothing else"!! that is not what I meant, at all
But I suppose I am somewhat a Behaviourist at heart. Or at least an Instrumentalist. Still, the sentimental part of me wants to be irrational and say that there's more to love and other emotions than the behaviour attributed to them. But this wasn't supposed to be a philosophical rant....

*shuts up*



Back to original topic! Thank you for treating me good, baby :D You're the best <3

this too shall pass

Endure. Be but patient, for this too shall pass

I decided the post I'd written was a little bit too personal to publish so it shall remain in my drafts. Right now it's 9.16am where my love sleeps, and I don't expect him to wake up anytime soon considering what time he went to bed last night. Ah well~




Good morning Brendan :)

Ode on the Death of a Favourite Cat

Drowned in a Tub of Goldfishes

Thomas Gray

'Twas on a lofty vase's side,
Where China's gayest art had dyed
The azure flowers that blow;
Demurest of the tabby kind,
The pensive Selima reclined,
Gazed on the lake below.

Her conscious tail her joy declared;
The fair round face, the snowy beard,
The velvet of her paws,
Her coat, that with which the tortoise vies,
Her ears of jet, and emerald eyes,
She saw; and purred applause.

Still had she gazed; but 'midst the tide
Two angel forms were seen to glide,
The genii of the stream:
Their scaly armor's Tyrian hue
Through richest purple to the view
Betrayed a golden gleam.

The hapless nymph with wonder saw;
A whisker first and then a claw,
With many an ardent wish,
She stretched in vain to reach the prize.
What female heart can gold despise?
What cat's averse to fish?

Presumptuous maid! with looks intent
Again she stretched, again she bent,
Nor knew the gulf between.
(Malignant Fate sat by and smiled)
The slippery verge her feet beguiled,
She tumbled headlong in.

Eight times emerging from the flood
She mewed to every watery god,
Some speedy aid to send.
No dolphin came, no nereid stirred:
Nor cruel Tom, nor Susan heard.
A favourite has no friend!

From hence, ye beauties, undeceived,
Know, one false step is ne'er retrieved,
And be with caution bold.
Not all that tempts your wandering eyes
And heedless hearts is lawful prize;
Nor all that glisters gold.

Selima, one of Horace Walpole's cats, had recently drowned in a china cistern. Gray wrote this memorial at Walpole's request.

terri says:

Hap choi!!!! :D





I know it doesn't mean anything, but it randomly came into my head and I felt like saying it!! I think it should become a new martial arts saying :D As you karate chop your opponent, you yell "HAP CHOIIII!!!!" xP