If you sleep

Figure of divine perfection
No one's loved with more affection
Soul to soul we've breathed
Oh, I won't let The Fates succeed
Worried hours of contemplation
Whispered bits of conversation
Unaffected orderlies
Disinfected rooms and hallways

And if you sleep, you sleep with God
And if I cry, it's for my heart
Why should I hope to make it through?
'Cause if you sleep, I'll sleep, too

Jagged thorns and pretty petals
Butterflies and stinging nettles
Sunny days and nights of blackness
But where's the joy to cure my sadness?

And if you sleep, you sleep with God
And if I cry, it's for my heart
Why should I hope to make it through?
'Cause if you sleep, I'll sleep, too

Gleaming cars and covered faces
Teary eyes in hallowed places
Grass and granite stone
No one's been more all alone

And if you sleep, you sleep with God
And if I cry, it's for my heart
Why should I hope to make it through?
'Cause if you sleep, I'll sleep, too

- Tal Bachman

I have and will always, always love this song. Simple. Powerful.

Makes me cry every single time. Makes me wonder what it's like to love someone so much that it wouldn't be possible to carry on living after that person leaves. Makes me think of my yeh yeh. Makes me think of a cousin who was young, ambitious, bright, but no longer here. Makes me think of Nabil.

Someone once said, "It is often those who are gone that we love and appreciate most."

I couldn't agree more.

Saruwatari Itoe

My japanese name is 猿渡 Saruwatari (monkey on a crossing bridge) 愛恵 Itoe (bless with love).
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Whatever a crossing bridge is man...

Part-time Sakai

I can get sooooo sakai sometimes, you know.

Anyway, that was my first shoot outside KL/Selangor in a long, long time. And we even had signs saying Welcome Film Stage.

Yeah, so like I was saying. I can get sooooo sakai sometimes. Just once in a while.



Spot the sakai

Prelude to an Awakening

Grains of sand in my slippers
The moon a strange lump of blue cheese

I push with my feet
I swing

Push a little harder
Swing a little higher

Hold my hand
Walk this trodden path with me
Push, swing
Harder, higher

That temporary rush of adrenaline to my veins
That passing moment
That fleeting happiness

Let your laughter ring in my ears
Let me journey with you
Let this dream be a prelude to an awakening

Ah Beng Guest House

I was trying to clean up my PC (unsuccessfully) the other day, and I ended up browsing through pictures fo about an hour or so.

And then I came across this picture.

Didn't Jon stay there in Penang?


Doesn't the name say all?

Joy Cafe

Kevin sent me this picture the other day. His girlfriend was in this cafe in Melbourne and decided to take a picture of it. Little does she know that the cafe and I share the same name~

Thanks, Kevin.



Come one, come all~ 

Pop goes the weasel

I met up with Tania last night and she handed me a CD with a whole bunch of pictures she took over the past few months. I had a pleasant surprise when I opened the files and found pictures from her phone. The following pictures are taken on the 13th of February, when I was being talked into piercing my nose.

I know it's gross, you can cover your eyes if you want to. I won't be offended. Seriously.


Step one: Mark the position

You see that tiny black dot on my nose? That's where the piercer marked it. I was still smiley and cheerful, but I was pretty much a mess inside. Four years of anticipation is finally gonna pay off.




Step two: Aim and shoot

Yes, she used the gun. Uh huh, the very same one you pierce your ears with. Are you completely grossed out now? Come on...my nose clean, ohkay?!





Step three: Mission accomplished

It kinda sounded like my nose was being stapled. And then it was over in, like, a second. She changed the stud immediately, so my nose started to bleed. But all's well *sprinkles confetti*

And I lived happily ever after with my nose stud.

I had a dream

You were in it. And so was he.

Horrible, horrible dream.

I tried to tell you in my dream, as I did so many times while I was awake.

"Not a very nice person," I said to you.

You threw your head back. And you laughed at me. You laughed at me the way you always do when you thought I was being silly. The same way you did when you first told me what a cartoon I am.

Listen to me. Stay away. Please.

You dismissed my pleas with a swift wave. "He's a nice person," you say to me with a sureness that stemmed from being blood brothers with him.

And so I gave up, exhausted. How your words stung my wounded soul. It hurt, even in my dream.

Somewhere inside, I thought I heard something inside me crack. Perhaps it was that wall you were always talking about. That one wall I'd built that separates the person that I was then, and the person that I am right now.

I woke up crying. Alone. Unsure.

In my waking moments spent with you, it has always been a daily struggle to tell you about it. And then I knew, that not only do words get stuck in my throat when I look at you, ashamed of what I was; it haunts me in my dreams, too.

It is my wish that you'll never have to know. It is my wish that the day never comes when I'll have to tell you.

Attack of the Quizzes

I've been lazy. So sue me.


Morpheus


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Your inner soul is calling for help! You always
seem so depressed, lonely, and feel like an
outsider. You may have a cold, sad exterior,
but in all reality you are hurt inside and
bottling up all of your anger. Everyday you
wonder why are you still here when there is
nothing left? You use to once be a happy,
loving soul, but it was damaged by 'them' and
seems like it never can be fixed again.
However, you have yet seemed to realize that
there are people out there that deeply care for
you. They secretly have a thing for you because
they find you to be dark, mysterious, and full
of secrets, not to mention being the prettiest
person in the world! You like to enjoy your
time by yourself expressing your feelings
through forms of art, and enjoy nice quiet
scenaries that just dazzle your mind with awe.
Your bedroom is basically your sanctuary where
you can hide out, hidden from those who gave
you all of the pain. Try to loosen up and have
some fun! Never start frowning because you
never know who's falling in love with your
smile :)


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You are a water angel! Very proud and powerful you
always make people feel great about themselves
and you seem to radiate happiness! You rock!


Which astounding angel are you? (awe-inspiring pics!)
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Frodo: You are most compatible with Frodo Baggins,
ringbearer and saviour of Middle Earth. You are
courageous and do what is right, at whatever
personal risk.


Which Hobbit is right for you?
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You are kind, you like to think that you are the
protector, and that you can stay independent,
but you really can't. You need people to
survive, you can only rely on your truest of
friends, but that's a whole lot. Well, laters,
oh, and please review.


What Is The Little Person Inside You Like?
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Your Hidden Power Is Water

You have a rather calm soul, but when tempted
will get pissed off at those who bug you. You
do whatever you can in your powers to help
those of your allies and have a okay taste for
human kind, but you find them rather annoying
on occasions.

Gem Stone: Saphire, Eye Color:Ice
Blue,Hair Color:Dark Blue that's long
that goes to your waist.

Quote:If you wait for me
Then I'll come for you. Although I've travelled
far, I always hold a place for you
In my heart. If you think of me, If you miss me
once in a while, Then I'll return to you. I'll
return and fill that space in your heart


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*stretches lazily and yawns*

Enjoy, people~

In a nutshell

Monday - I had this reshoot for a commercial I was working on recently. Drama-filled. Our talent tripped and fell and skinned his knee and don't ask me how bad the fall was, but I kept digging sand out of his pockets (he's only 8 this year, you see). Wounds cleaned up, we got him all cleaned up and pacified with the help of a can of Coke, we were ready to go. And then as the director was about to yell those three magic words, a sudden realization dawned upon the camera assistant that there was nothing in our tape. So technically, we had a re-reshoot. We took a break for lunch while they figured out what went wrong with the camera/tape. Called up the rental house and another camera was dispatched to us. And then it rained.

Tuesday - Broken Scar gave me free tickets to watch Simple Plan. It was a good show, really. I bet I would've enjoyed it a whole lot more if I actually liked the band. While these teeny boppers filled with teen angst were screaming their lungs out and mouthing the words to the band's songs, I was more than a little interested in the good show that the lighting people had put up for the audience. Blue, orange, pink, yellow, white, red, green...awesome. Elaine eyes were feeding on VJ Utt, and I watched in amusement as kids ran around playing tag. Yes, kids. Average age 15, maybe. Yes, we're old. But it was a good show. Love Me Butch rocked, and Broken Scar looked like he really enjoyed himself, complete with feet-stomping, head-banging, and locks of his long hair plastered on his face occasionally.

Wednesday - I can't remember what happened on that day. Seriously.

Thursday - Collected my paycheque from the office. Paycut. Again. Shit. Very, very disgruntled underpaid and overworked advertising personnel.

Friday - I went to the funfair. Woohoo~ *sprinkles confetti at you, you and you* Bright lights, weird music, happy families, lots of ridiculous-looking prizes.

Saturday - Celebration, yeah, come on~ Pastor Jebakumar was visiting from India. Very enlightening sermon he delivered. Best storyteller I've encountered in my life. I laughed. I cried. The perfect way to end the week.