whilom
pull away
when tv came in black and white but all anyone could think about was colour
it was a creed written into the founding documents that declared the destiny of a nation.
yes we can.
it was whispered by slaves and abolitionists as they blazed a trail toward freedom.
yes we can .
it was sung by immigrants as they struck out from distant shores and pioneers who pushed westward against an unforgiving wilderness.
yes we can.
it was the call of workers who organized; women who reached for the ballots; a president who chose the moon as our new frontier; and a king who took us to the mountaintop and pointed the way to the promised land.
yes we can to justice and equality.
yes we can to opportunity and prosperity.
yes we can heal this nation.
yes we can repair this world.
yes we can.
we know the battle ahead will be long, but always remember that no matter what obstacles stand in our way, nothing can stand in the way of the power of millions of voices calling for change.
we have been told we cannot do this by a chorus of cynics. they will only grow louder and more dissonant. we’ve been asked to pause for a reality check. we’ve been warned against offering the people of this nation false hope.
but in the unlikely story that is america, there has never been anything false about hope.
now the hopes of the little girl who goes to a crumbling school in dillon are the same as the dreams of the boy who learns on the streets of la; we will remember that there is something happening in america; that we are not as divided as our politics suggests; that we are one people; we are one nation; and together, we will begin the next great chapter in the american story with three words that will ring from coast to coast; from sea to shining sea:
yes we can. 
guess i never truly realised how inspiring it really is that the us of a has its first african american president.
my heart ticks in beat with these kids i grew up with
happy anniversary lovebirds (: you two are the most diabetic people i have ever encountered. really.
be brave, young lovers, and follow your star
be brave and faithful and true
cling very close to each other tonight
i’ve been in love like you
-the king and i
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you never gave me a chance to explain and i’m not waiting anymore for your go ahead to carry on. so i’m telling you now.
get over us this
don’t come back
hello young lovers whoever you are
i know how it feels to have wings on your heels
and to fly down the street in a trance
as a fervent subscriber of the everything-happens-for-a-reason shebang and the more acceptable one that there’s a plan for each and every one of us, i can only blame myself for believing in at/before first sight. i can also only fault myself on growing to believe that while working at something you want with all your heart can help, ultimately whether it’s truly supposed to be yours and the peaks and dips life throws at you will decide.
that much said, i wish you all the discovery of your individual fates and the best of all circumstances.
if anything, i’m thankful for all of you (best pals, councilors, school people, flown away friends) post exams has been awesome and tomorrow will definitely be too (:
pei you’re the most amazing friend and person and i’ll always be here for you no matter what (: thank you for everything and so much more. i love you!
jimjim (: thanks for the awesomeness even when you’re non-existant. lunch friday boy! lovelove
natt (: thanks for all the advice and sweetness and always smiling even when you’re ill. love you dear!
and especially for the great yesterday (:
deekohtaylouedmundpek (: you guys are great and
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEEKOH!!! you have your birthday message already (:
i hope your troubles are few
all my good wishes go with you tonight
i’ve been in love like you
four calling birds, three french hens, two turtledoves and a partridge in a pear tree
and the grinch, with his grinch-feet ice cold in the snow,
stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so?
it came without ribbons.
it came without tags.
it came without packages, boxes or bags.
and he puzzled and puzzled ‘till his puzzler was sore.
then the grinch thought of something he hadn’t before.
what if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store?
what if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more?
-dr. seuss
typed out a whole lot then decided i didn’t want all the internet savvy world invited into that mess. for your own good.
never thought i could be scared like this again.
it’s downright terrifying. and i’d like to think this uncomfortable moisture is from falling asleep on the couch with my contacts on for too long thinking and overthinking.
but if you really hold me tight, all the way home i’ll be warm
mary did you know that your baby boy would some day walk on water?
mary did you know that your baby boy would save our sons and daughters?
did you know that your baby boy has come to make you new?
this child that you’ve delivered, will soon deliver you.
mary did you know that your baby boy would give sight to a blind man?
mary did you know that your baby boy would calm a storm with his hand?
did you know that your baby boy has walked where angels trod?
and when your kiss your little baby, you have kissed the face of God.
mary did you know that your baby boy is Lord of all creation?
mary did you know that your baby boy would one day rule the nations?
did you know that your baby boy is heaven’s perfect Lamb?
this sleeping child you’re holding is the great i am.
nicenice carol (:
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! thankyou for everything (:
especially PEI! WELCOME HOOOOOME! you have no idea how much you’ve helped me through. ohmygosh memories of dance and cheer and everything else (: i know i can always go to you with anything and still seek comfort or laughter without judging and arms wide open. iloveyou pei!!! and remember eightdigitseightdigits haha. and you gerald (if you even see this) better take good care of her or i’ll hunt you down and beat you up. i know where you live *insert evil eyes here* (: thanks for the invite by the way haha
and jimseetshenyang where on the face of the earth have you magicked yourself too? okay i know where. and this holiday will do you good though i’m sure. like just get away from everything. but waaaah i need you here to smack my head and call me stupid and do your terrible accent. booo. merry christmas boy! come home soon (:
it’s beginning to look a lot like christmas
feeling all superhuman, you did this to me
she would suffer, she would fight, and compromise
she’s been wishing on the stars that shine so bright
for answers to questions that will haunt her tonight
she must rinse this all away
-vanessa carlton
you’ve been starring in my dreams
waaaah i miss you all ): come back now…
thankyou all the rest of you (: the past few days have been awesome
bella: look, you gotta give me some answers.
edward: yes. no. to get to the other side. 1.77245…
bella: i don’t need the square root of pi.
edward: you knew that?
norah: there’s this part of judaism that i like. tikun olam. it said that the world is broken into pieces and everyone has to find them and put them back together.
nick: maybe we don’t have to find it. maybe we are the pieces.
maybe we are the pieces, each and every one of us. because i’m pretty sure everyone’s dissatisfied with the world and how screwed up everything can get. so maybe that’s just it. the way to fix it is to find where and next to which other pieces we go in this humongous stainglass window that fell apart when devil tempted woman with an apple. it all started then didn’t it?
so maybe we are the pieces. and everyone has to find them and put them back together. i feel a song coming on… pen and paper time
cross my heart i wear no disguise
thankyou for understanding
and thankyou natt for being all sorts of wonderful and for the quote (:
if you love somebody, set them free. if they return, they were always yours. if they don’t, they never were.
oh if you’re gonna love me, love the life i lead
i’m sentimental so i walk in the rain
i’ve got some habits even i can’t explain
could start for the corner, turn up in spain
but why try to change me now?
-sinatra
drink down that gin and kerosene and come spit on bridges with me
i think it’s amazing how words written years ago can strike a chord in you nearly a century later. timeless fashion? timelessness is manifested in words. it can make you swoon, it can make you sigh or blubber like a fish.
dear rainer maria rilke, if you can see this from way up there, i think you are a genius (even if you have a feminine second name but hey who am i to say anything)
Interior Portrait
You don’t survive in me
because of memories;
nor are you mine because
of a lovely longing’s strength.
What does make you present
is the ardent detour
that a slow tenderness
traces in my blood.
I do not need
to see you appear;
being born sufficed for me
to lose you a little less.
a true genius
and prada dresses never broken my heart before
just figures after i bring back my roccobarocco the flagship store opens here. xian also believes i have been overspending… eheh
hello pei! do you want to pack me in your luggage before you leave? :D
and you boy! don’t goooo ): later the sheep eat you how?
like taking a guess when the only answer is yes
honestly this really is screwing up my head. add just a pinch of the jetlag and wham there’s the recipe for disaster. the confuzzling thing is i don’t know if i’m happy or not. hyea?
maybe i’m not as prepared as i thought i was. this sucks…
so let’s do this mindless thing lexa suggested. put your itunes on shuffle, ask yourself the question and press play…
Q: How does the world see me?
paramore - fences
Q: Will i have a happy life?
vertical horizon - best i ever had (i’d like to think this is the only one i’ve led)
Q:What do my friends really think of me?
darius danesh - incredible (o.0)
Q:Do people secretly lust after me?
duffy - hanging on too long
Q:How can i make myself happy?
locksley - all of the time
Q:What can i do with my life?
the beatles - i want to hold your hand (kill me)
Q:Will i ever have children?
john mayer - why georgia (that is quite a nice name)
Q:What is some good advice for me?
the hoosiers - goodbye mr. a (0.0)
Q:How will i be remembered?
maroon5 - not falling apart (hmm)
Q:What is my signature dancing song?
u2 - with or without you
Q:What do i think my current theme song is?
sondre lerche - say it all
Q:What does everyone else think my current theme song is?
anberlin - naive orleans
Q:What song will play at my funeral?
third eye blind - never let you go (awww)
Q:What sort of men/women do i like?
yellowcard - only one (o.0)
Q:What is my day going to be like?
jamie cullum - mind trick (already is)
okay this is sufficiently disturbing/amusing. and a clothes packing i shall go!
christmasiscomingchristmasiscomingchristmasiscomingchristmasiscomingchristmasiscoming :D
isn’t it nice to know that we’re golden?
thanks pei for letting me listen to the john mayer song way back and for being all sorts of wonderful (: and jim! phonecall tonight boy haha
you know it’s nothing new
bad news never had good timing
but then your circle of friends
will defend the silver lining
you guys don’t just defend my silver lining (: you are my silver lining
when the stair has lost it’s lustre
and the shine has disappeared
you come armed with bridging ladders
to polish the alabaster
when the clouds come rolling in
and i’m knee deep in unbecomings
with hearts full and love abounding
you are my silver lining
you hold my hands to guide my flight
you are my silver lining (:
like everything i’ll never find again at the bottom of the ocean
maybe it’s human to want to disassemble everything to understand every inch of how things work or fall apart. perhaps what’s frightening is how some things weren’t meant to be answered and probably never will be. it’s downright terrifying is what it is. it throws a shroud over you late at night when you’re tossing and turning in bed. it chills you to the bone so you twist up into a foetal position trying to say a prayer to put you to sleep so you don’t try for the mill and oneth time to connect the dots and chart out whowhatwhenwherehow and probably the most daunting: why
perhaps peace comes only when you can put aside all the questions and come to accept that some things aren’t meant to be understood. i guess when it comes down to that we seek solace in the idea that it all happens for a reason and somehow fits into the grander scheme of things in some sorta beautifully crooked mystery. bugger
i would like to beg you dear sir, as well as i can, to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. and the point is to live everything. live the questions now. perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.
-from letters to a young poet, rainer maria rilke
