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Slipping under the covers with you with our legs stretched out...

Tue, 03 Apr 2012 01:20:17 +0800

Slipping under the covers with you with our legs stretched out peeking over the blanket feels a little guilty - is it the fact that your blankets do not fit? Or is it because that time never originally belonged to us? I would have wished for us to stay separate, but it’s natural that legs and feelings eventually intertwine under the sheets and I would not have wished for anything else. Your lungs spit fire and under all that heat, everything melts away into singularity. Years pass under that blanket and soon it’s time to go home.

It doesn’t matter whose car that I’m in the front seat of, listening to whatever that...

Sat, 25 Feb 2012 23:10:00 +0800

It doesn’t matter whose car that I’m in the front seat of, listening to whatever that plays because I’m waiting for someone or something to replace a certain memory along a certain road. My head tilts to the left and leans against the window and all I hear is the heavy air of silence and the pattering of rain. Your hand rests on my thigh and further up but sometimes, it feels like my body is not mine anymore.

The idea of virginity, purity and possession has been snapping at my heels and it’s time to run faster and away.

Today the sun shone straight in my face as I was crossing the...

Sun, 15 Jan 2012 23:18:00 +0800

Today the sun shone straight in my face as I was crossing the road and for a moment, I couldn’t see. It’s these unseemly moments which make no sense individually that confuse me; but when put together with the equations of fate, love, and memory, it all fits together. Makes sense. Funny how longing and nostalgia drops in like an ex-boyfriend on a hot Sunday afternoon by a busy road. Amidst the rays and squinting, you’ll realize it’s nothingness after all.

When I stand on top of the world with you, I’m sorry it’s...

Mon, 09 Jan 2012 21:04:00 +0800

When I stand on top of the world with you, I’m sorry it’s a problem that we see two different sights. When we look out of the same window together, I’m sorry it’s a problem that our breaths fog up differently. Ironically (or not?) as I tried stepping into your lightness, you had a problem with this small blotch entering.

But that’s why we’re perfect. Show me yours and I’ll show you mine.

You always say all these: that you don’t want or need someone...

Mon, 09 Jan 2012 00:07:24 +0800

You always say all these: that you don’t want or need someone to love, or for someone to love you back, because maybe the love you find in a relationship is overrated, destructive, and selfish. It is. But that of which I can love is beneath the pools of our rotting emotions. Swim through that and we’ll find each other at the ends. That of which I can love is down the tumbling hole of truth and lies. Kiss me and we’ll find that reality really doesn’t matter.

How can I love the twinkle in your eyes without loving your ability to lie? In the cold of the winter, I always landed in your arms as I ran down the stairs. Whether you meant it or not, I’m sure we were playing the same game.

“You’re asking me? You’re asking me to write...

Sun, 01 Jan 2012 21:44:55 +0800

“You’re asking me? You’re asking me to write your love story? Am I your only friend who writes? No. No, please let me off. I am driven to the point of obsession when it comes to you. With the both of you. I linger in the past and wonder about our future. I spend my waking hours trying not to think of you when I see our smallest things and you appear right behind my lids when it’s dark. Let me spend the new year not living in the shadow of your uncertainty, you coward. Let me spend the new year living free of your shackles of doubt. So tell me, tell me now: were you… was I ever a choice or was it because I was an easy option? Give me my closure and then fuck off forever from my life.”

“I hope you stop living across me.”

lisieux: Love, perhaps, is nothing but the convenience of timing and geography. Who comes closest...

Tue, 27 Dec 2011 02:18:00 +0800

lisieux: Love, perhaps, is nothing but the convenience of timing and geography. Who comes closest first, who comes closest last is all but a great black comedy. In the great space of coincidence, it really is not about the race but about strings of fate that mock us.

当你要走到个遥远，遥远的地方，我求你，别赶回头望．

Mon, 26 Dec 2011 01:02:26 +0800

当你要走到个遥远，遥远的地方，我求你，别赶回头望．

It was just so easy to fall into each other’s arms and...

Fri, 16 Dec 2011 01:07:14 +0800

It was just so easy to fall into each other’s arms and into each other’s mouths and maybe into love again. I was not sorry for all the anger that flowed into you because I could finally feel yours. Perhaps in stranger ways that we did not expect, we were really perfect. And because maybe you deserve it. You deserve all of it. You made it so easy so fall back in to the darker pits of love in hell.

When you leave me alone with the devices and tricks of love, you’re asking for it. Starting...

Tue, 06 Dec 2011 23:52:00 +0800

When you leave me alone with the devices and tricks of love, you’re asking for it. Starting from the tips of my fingers, flesh rots slowly and then very gradually spreading upwards till I can’t bear to touch you any more because it hurts. It starts melting from inside my face, degenerating till you can see it from the outside. I really want to pull my disfigured face apart for you; for you to see for yourself that it really exists deep down underneath the layers of my fat and muscle and tendons and sinews. I really want to pick apart at the flesh to show you proof that it saturates every pore and fibre of my being.

There is never a lonely day in paradise.

Sun, 04 Dec 2011 01:43:06 +0800

There is never a lonely day in paradise.

Don’t let your rivulets of passion pool in your clavicles...

Sat, 03 Dec 2011 01:46:52 +0800

Don’t let your rivulets of passion pool in your clavicles and grow stale. Don’t let your whispers of love hide behind my ears and stay there.

You don’t know but this is how everything looks like to me when...

Fri, 02 Dec 2011 00:58:21 +0800

You don’t know but this is how everything looks like to me when the seas finally fill up the holes in my eyes and toss the broken pieces of our boat into the raging waters as you finally swim away from me. I think maybe time stands still and I try not to spill the carefully filled pools of despair just in case I see you too clearly.

其实时间是很残酷的．等不着，忘不了过去．期待一个妄想的未来．但现在却像永恒的地狱一样．也许我们的现在可锁在这大片的空间里．就是要把...

Thu, 01 Dec 2011 00:13:30 +0800

其实时间是很残酷的．等不着，忘不了过去．期待一个妄想的未来．但现在却像永恒的地狱一样．也许我们的现在可锁在这大片的空间里．就是要把你拉进我的现在．因为昨天是美好的过去而明天再也不属于我的了.

The afternoon sort of romps exist only because there is nothing else to do, and even more so because...

Sun, 20 Nov 2011 01:31:11 +0800

The afternoon sort of romps exist only because there is nothing else to do, and even more so because nothing else can be said. Stuck together and tightly wrapped between the layers of sheets, skin and sweat and then more of these puffy flakes of half-truths that lay softly over, it’s just impossible to peel myself off this mess. The breath on my skin and your smile on my jaw and your lashes grazing my cheek… please, please stop writing. And then I open my mouth to try and say something; but even before all the words can escape my mouth to travel to your ears, all you’d rather do is to quickly catch them and keep them safe as they tumble right back into your mouth. Naturally.

在车里的范围当我生气候，我知道我像藤蔓一样把你紧紧抓住不放，把我们两都窒息着。当你激怒时，你不动声色，但我还是能看到你的思想满满...

Sat, 12 Nov 2011 01:38:00 +0800

在车里的范围

当我生气候，我知道我像藤蔓一样把你紧紧抓住不放，把我们两都窒息着。当你激怒时，你不动声色，但我还是能看到你的思想满满地形成。当里头的沉默其实是那么地那么的响亮，我还不知道该跑掉或留住．因为我已经找到我的彼岸，同时也发现我的地狱.

Running back and forth between heartache and passion, it’s...

Thu, 10 Nov 2011 02:10:00 +0800

Running back and forth between heartache and passion, it’s like I forgot where it all begin and where it’s supposed to end. Do we run away trying to forget me and you but end up running in circles - deliberately wanting to bump into each other but then brushing it off as kismet because we don’t want to admit we miss each other?

It aches because you want to go somewhere else. Or because the...

Tue, 08 Nov 2011 02:33:00 +0800

It aches because you want to go somewhere else. Or because the roots of restlessness hang free in your heart. Or because the vines of bitterness reach out and curl around your heart and devour the best of it. Or because it aches because you want to be someone else.

不知不觉中，不知什么时候，你又钻进我心. 在个演唱会，在个平凡的餐厅，在过马路时．一时之间，我还不知道该想你或狠你．以前问我会不会后悔，我勇敢大声地说不会．就是怕会有一天我会后悔当时所说的话．可是到了我...

Thu, 03 Nov 2011 02:49:27 +0800

不知不觉中，不知什么时候，你又钻进我心. 在个演唱会，在个平凡的餐厅，在过马路时．一时之间，我还不知道该想你或狠你．以前问我会不会后悔，我勇敢大声地说不会．就是怕会有一天我会后悔当时所说的话．可是到了我们这地步，我只后悔为什么当天我没有好好审问你，或把你的罪摆在你面前．我现在那么不好过就是因为我不忍心让你一个人过着开心日子．你不值得．你不值得过着好日子因为我还在扛我们的负担．一丝一毫也好．我只想留下一丝一毫的内疚在你心里．这是你欠我的．

在天台上抽烟妄想，胡言乱语，我还真怕我看不到明天的曙光．

Wed, 02 Nov 2011 01:16:53 +0800

在天台上抽烟妄想，胡言乱语，我还真怕我看不到明天的曙光．

PUBLIC PERVERT

Slipping under the covers with you with our legs stretched out...

It doesn’t matter whose car that I’m in the front seat of, listening to whatever that...

Today the sun shone straight in my face as I was crossing the...

When I stand on top of the world with you, I’m sorry it’s...

You always say all these: that you don’t want or need someone...

“You’re asking me? You’re asking me to write...

lisieux: Love, perhaps, is nothing but the convenience of timing and geography. Who comes closest...

当你要走到个遥远，遥远的地方，我求你，别赶回头望．

It was just so easy to fall into each other’s arms and...

When you leave me alone with the devices and tricks of love, you’re asking for it. Starting...

There is never a lonely day in paradise.

Don’t let your rivulets of passion pool in your clavicles...

You don’t know but this is how everything looks like to me when...

其实时间是很残酷的．等不着，忘不了过去．期待一个妄想的未来．但现在却像永恒的地狱一样．也许我们的现在可锁在这大片的空间里．就是要把...

The afternoon sort of romps exist only because there is nothing else to do, and even more so because...

在车里的范围 当我生气候，我知道我像藤蔓一样把你紧紧抓住不放，把我们两都窒息着。当你激怒时，你不动声色，但我还是能看到你的思想满满...

Running back and forth between heartache and passion, it’s...

It aches because you want to go somewhere else. Or because the...

在天台上抽烟妄想，胡言乱语，我还真怕我看不到明天的曙光．

在车里的范围当我生气候，我知道我像藤蔓一样把你紧紧抓住不放，把我们两都窒息着。当你激怒时，你不动声色，但我还是能看到你的思想满满...