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Yesterday I saw the sun shinin',
And the leaves were fallin' down softly,
My cold hands needed a warm, warm touch,
And I was thinkin' about you.

Here I am lookin' for signs to lead me,
You hold my hand, but do you really need me?
I guess it's time for me to let you go,
But I'll be thinkin' about you,
I'll be thinkin' about you.

When you sail across the ocean waters,
And you reach the other side safely,
Could you smile a little smile for me?
'cause I'll be thinkin' about you,
I'll be thinkin' about you,
I'll be thinkin' about you,
I'll be thinkin' about you...

Labels: love, lyrics

[Mum calls to say that she's helped me fix an appointment with the dentist]

Me: Mmmhmmm, ok... Thanks. So it's gonna be everything, right?
(i.e. scaling, polishing, the usual)
Mum: Whaddya mean by "everything"? You mean you want dentures done too?
Me: ... ...

My mother's becoming such a comedian. *facepalm*

Labels: dentist, funny, mum, quotes

I had a strange dream last night. We were going to watch Ratatouille together. An analog clock face kept appearing intermittently. I was running late - 15 minutes or so. But through some inexplicable turn of events, we only sunk into our seats an hour into the movie, which by then was no longer about anything remotely culinary in nature. Instead, the rat-who-aspired-to-be-a-chef was going through an entirely different story altogether, with 2 other characters from previous digital animations.

Now, what would you make out of that?

I feel so utterly displaced.

On a separate note, to all those people I'm thinking of now - I miss you all. I miss having that kind of ease with which we used to communicate with each other. Some of you I'm separated from by a physical distance; others emotional. At the expense of eloquence (hah), the situation just plain sucks. I wish I had that courage to ask for the answers to questions I try to ignore. Pretending that everything's really as good as it should be.

Why. It's perhaps the most difficult word to muster.

Labels: angst, questions

3 days, 30 plus horses, 6 hours worth of lessons, and a bit of mucking about in the stables had me so totally sold. I'm lovin' it. Even if it meant having to deal with an achey body and walking funny for a bit!

Remember Mr Toad of Wind in the Willows? When the poor obnoxious chap was made to go through cold turkey after his disasterous motor car encounter, eyes glazed over and whispering "poop poop" in a faraway voice in an imaginary driver's seat... That pretty much illustrates my post-camp sentiment. Gotta stop obssessing thinking about the horses...

Mmmffff...

No more ridiculously angst-ridden posts. No more angsty tirades. Enough is enough. The past handful of writings here have enough drivel to out-angst a gothic teenager.

I'm not discounting the possibility of slipping into yet another blue spell, but God help me get through it by HIS grace. And no. I don't suppose I'm suffering from depression. More like spells of hyper-me-isms. Me getting sucked into me. Enough.

(Cut to the inner me who's perched on a little stool and receiving a severe tongue lashing, looking visibly apologetic and embarrassed)

Now get back to business, you. Rawr.

Years ago, and no one knows exactly when, I left my heart outside your door.

I guess it just never occured to me to knock.

One has no option but to love the idiotic Pig.

Labels: comic, love, pearls before swine

I have no fear of drowning
It's the breathing that's taking all this work

Interesting. My previous post transformed itself into a premonition of what was to hit me this week...

Labels: angst

I'm screwed. That's it. It's as simple as that.

Almost each day is a battle of wills, between logic and heart.

It didn't happen at when it would have been the best times. Missed the boat. Lost the plot. Platitudes. Whatever.

What's to save this mess of me?

Vague, veiled, ambiguous posts are really... meaningless.

Labels: angst