time: 12:24am
music: wonderwall - ryan adams
mood: busy.
hi. my name is star.
they sing about her in every love song - the girl who lives at the end of the world. she doesn't dance her words. she speaks her dance. love her face upon the canvas, take the tears within her guise,
hear her modeled gentle aching, through your brittle mortal eyes.
"in a world full of strangers, you're the one i know..", she whispers hauntingly.
awed on gentle brushstrokes given, to know the tale of which it speaks. let your hearts be falsely melted, when the painter's color peaks. for such a perfect weakness lies, a simple human err to be, to glance at forests so divine, yet only see a single tree. look for once behind the letters, tears are seeped within this page, dig beneath arduous wording, till you breathe her solemn rage.
every poet knows this magic tragic. of words unfelt, just like dry brushes that never chanced to paint the canvasses. only an empty portrait hung up high.
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every morning is a deception waiting to introduce itself, shake its dirty hands with yours and then pickpocketing your truth the minute you turn around. what is truth? -but a common understanding. today the air smells like matchsticks ready to strike themselves aflame.
on a lighter, less suicidal cynical and critical opinion of life,
salutations planeteers! =]
work has been absolutely schnizzit (crazy) these few days. like...as we speak, i have a massive pile of data to enter into the S-drive, and! not to mention submitting in ALL my statistical analyses by end next week!!! and another meeting for another project on monday with a kenneth from another branch. on top of that, i have a meeting with the doc in say an hour ? for a project i have guiltily neglected; conveniently shoving it in poor bernice's lap. but of course, being typically me, i'm leaving it to the 11th hour before REALLY panicking. on other skewed matters, i sense my amateur-ness in spss crashing on me like a giant tsunami with every passing day. yes, i've realised how much my textbooks actually mean to me. and yes, i am regretting every single unfocused moment back in spss lab classes. sigh* the-khoo emailed n' so, we have a dinner date pending. yipeedeedoooOOo* =]
otherwise, everything's been la-di-da perfeKt-oh-mundo pour moi! the-pa is back from kemaman for the whole of next week. which means, early morning lifts to work... inadvertently, less on ez-link; which works out perfeKtion for me since i'm so broke it ain't funny star. i am no longer sleep deprieved. and... i don't know if i've said this before, but i'm falling in love with this whole being-on-a-hiatus dealio.
p/s: i miss preston n' early morning coffee on a saturday with the best friend and cousin screaming for the bathroom.
