Where The Light Is

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fences

this is the deep and dying breath

give my gun away when it's loaded

the wrong kind of place to be thinking of you

because this road is all you'll ever have

plugin&play If you read, you will judge. the greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return
My Dear we're slow dancing in a burning room	Wednesday, April 29, 2009, 9:20 PM The moment i can feel I am a liar. "Are you alright?" "Yea of course, why wouldn't i be?" I am a liar. I wish i could tell you, if only my problem wasn't you. If only my cure wasn't you. If only my joy wasn't you. If only my dream come true was not you, basking in the dying embers of day by my side, singing songs to the night no others would comprehend. He speaks those words to your ear. You smile and tuck your hair behind your ear, leaning in closer to his moving lips, whispering soft secrets for your love to swallow and cherish as gold to a beggar. He's a charmer i know. He's everything you ever asked for, i know. You're lucky to have him. I know. You don't have to tell me again, my nightmares repeat them enough. I'm tired of sad songs, they don't make me feel better anymore. I don't want you to speak to me, just go. No wait, please, i don't think. Sometimes. Ok fine just go, i can't do this. No wait. Shut, SHUT SHUT SHUT. I can do nothing. He kisses your neck, he pulls you in closer, your cheeks touch and your eyes close, he holds you in his arms and pulls you closer still, your soft apple lips touch his, like the blade touches mine. They lock forever, enthralled embrace. I don't feel the sharp, i don't feel the blood, it trickles down my neck and jumps off my chest, headfirst into the ground. Explode. Red. You smile, I jump, You hug, i thump, You kiss, i call, You fly. I F A L L ao Monday, April 20, 2009, 6:40 PM I only have eyes for you Things've been a little crazy, i barely have time to go home and feel alive. I need a holiday, a really good one. T'was Hannah and lian's party on saturday at safra TP which i helped them plan for, it started out really slow cos very few people were actually on time, as a result, the real crowd only arrived 2 hours after they were s'posed to at 8pm. And i went there at 4 cos i thought it'd be good for me to be early and do sound checks with my guitar and all in case anyone was really early. Pfft. T'was fun, food was good. Usual hoo haa. Ended at 11 and Hannah and company went clubbing while sivvy and archa came over to my place to stay over and i gave afi and john a lift home. Afi stayed at my place for a while before heading home. We had a wonderful plan to go to the beach at 2am and jam under the stars on the sand, but they were about as awake as a dead parakeet. So we stayed in instead, with the hour growing late, their minds were getting a little bit strange. So there i was, coming out of my kitchen after getting a drink of water and i see afi, sivvy and archa outside in my hallway, and sivvy dropped her pants off like nobody's business. Naturally i stood there in complete disbelief and shock. Tsk. So we went down to send afi off, as we were getting out the lift, i stepped out first and headed down the stairway of my void deck not looking back, in trust that they were sane, just then, i saw my neighbour walking up the stairs and i said hi, he gave me an odd frown and waved back and stared over my shoulder. I turned to see them scratching their bellies with their shirts lifted. I then quickly walked away pretending to not know them as my neighbour went into the lift. Tsk. Awoke the next morning in shambles, had breakfast then headed to parkway to do our lit project and to shop around abit. They left and i went home to spend the rest of my day studying. Pictures. Archaaa Sigh sivvy. Haha love this shot. I don't know why this is here. Say it with me now, Aww. Dinner calls my attention. I'll seeyuh when i seeyuh. ao Sunday, April 12, 2009, 9:44 AM We pretend to be someone else [Edit] I woke up today at 9am, my alarm still set for that time cos it'd be when i'd get up and head to school for the start of another day of rehearsals, but i woke up today at 9am, and for once in 4 months, i had nothing to do. Headed down to barker to visit the good ol drama club to watch as they rehearse their SYF piece for tomorrow. Was sposed to stay till 7 but before i got there, Hannah called me up and said she's going to chinatown to buy an ipod and to shop and asked if i wanted to come. So i followed cos i was being nice. I swear the entire thing was like one of those nightmares you'd find people having in a comedy movie. We made our way round chinatown, the quirks and queers of that area striking us like lightning, i'm not used to seeing such queer characters around. 600BC year old women with low cut tops sauntering around with huge plastic bags filled with macabre unnecessary objects, men dressed in shiny type material suits with reebok sneakers, and annoying men with mics strapped to their cheeks advertising mops and steam irons. Hannah got an i-pod classic at $350 which is a major discount cos she went to other shops and compared, upon knowing that she got a pretty good buy, she started singing along to the song playing on the shop's radio and kept on belting out the lyrics long after we left the shop and the music dwindled away. I swear, people stopped and stared. And i walked quickly ahead of her to pretend i knew not of her existance. Then we walked to god knows where to end up at this really cool bookshop called books actually. It's like a dream haven for me, it was so indie/retro/avant-garde art -ish. She and i both bought a book. Then, the nightmare began. We walked aimlessly down the hill we had trudged up to only to walk back up to the taxi stand that was on it. And then suddenly, this conversation began. Hannah: Andrew i want my tutu.I'm tired, i'm lost and i'm hungry and i want my tutu. ( she said it so loudly i swear people in Africa could hear it) Hannah: Andrew, look, what's that say, what's that sign look behind you! Me: What? Where? Guinness? which one? Hannah: No Andrew, look, It's It's, It's Subway. (We are both complete die hard fans of subway) (She then starts slowly dragging herself to the sign that said subway) Me: No Hannah noo! We'll miss the cab if one comes by! Hannah stop! Don't! Forget subway! Stay here just wait for the cab. (We both stared at the road to find that it was as empty as a desert highway at 4am in the morning. So, reluctantly, she dragged me toward the subway sign) So we trekked up the hill and made our way to the subway sign, looked under it to find no subway branch whatsoever. At this point, we were both just shocked and defeated. And then, we look up on the other side of the sign, and it read "Subway, Production Management Office" You'd think they'd put that little fine print on BOTH sides of the sign. And then, we looked to the completely barren and deserted road where it'd seem no car would ever go pass and you could sleep on the road,and a yellow back taxi drove past us and there was no one inside. Tsk. So you'd think this couldn't get worse? Well, we crossed the street and waited by a pillar for any taxi to arrive, and just our luck! One did, but just as it approached, the window rolled down and the man said he couldn't bring us to where we were headed. So we gave up and tried walking down the hill and reached a forkroad where Hannah wanted to go right and I, left. I don't know why but i followed Hannah as she walked down the right side, and as i turned back to check we had not missed any taxis, a blue backed cab drove past the exact spot we were standing at the forkroad. So we laughed/cried/shouted/screamed and slumped ourselves at the bottom of the road and turned a corner to cross the road, just as this happens, a silver back taxi drove and stopped right next to us, but the wonderful drive was looking at the other side of the road to check for cars before driving out to the main road and did not see us frantically screaming and waving for it. Tsk. We however, managed to get a cab in the end and i cabbed her home before heading home. I swear, it was like something out of a movie. Sigh. These are just a few of the pictures that mugged my camera. I think these shots are pure badass. Mivio! <3 Pris =) Hannah. Mellll Liannn Kat! :D Michelle, My belle. That's all i can be bothered to upload onto photobucket. The rest however, are on facebook. I'm gonna find something to do. I'll seeyuh when i seeyuh. ao [End of Edit] What can i say really, the odyssey was the epitome of amazing. I couldn't even dream of a better way to start off the year with. Opening night was on thursday, i honestly hated this show cos i was in a complete state of limpness. And for some reason, when i first came out for my first scene, i was pouring buckets of sweat and make up had gone into my eyes, and you've no idea how much that hurts, so i stood there on stage this lumbering mass of sweat and tears not allowed to touch his face to wipe away the pain cos it'd break my character. Friday's show was a little better, but extremely boring. Last night however was total magic. We made magic on that stage last night. The Odyssey is the first and last performance i'll ever get to do with my seniors, which i think is completely unfair cos they (honest to god) are the most amazing bunch of people ever put together under a rooftop together at one time. And to think i'm never gonna be able to be on stage with them again just kills all joy that's left in my blood. It was worth it, whatever i had sacrificed for it, these 4 months of pure blood sweat and tears were worth it. If i could actually, i would do it all over again. I returned home each night at the unearthliest hours you can think of with bunches of flowers in my hand and tons of really sweet memos and cards from my seniors, and pointless gifts like a water gun, a bubble gun, a sparkle hair band, a stuffed toy fish, a rubber-duck styled pig and tons of chocolates, and more recently, a small dish with 4 seashells glued to its base. Arrived home last night at 3 after suppering with everyone at macs. We were sposed to have a post production party, but the madams thought we wouldn't have enough energy. Pfft, we prolly had enough energy to stop a freight train with our toes. We'll prolly have one though (i hope) All of us brought cameras and snapped away like the button depended on your life, i ended up with 472 photos, and i'm just gonna dump em all on facebook cos i think if i had to put them all here, my fingers would commit suicide. i'm starting to feel all listless and empty already, this has always happened for every production i've been in. Tsk. I leave you now with quotes from the quirkiest people in this production, quotes that have made me and everyone else laugh. (backstage, bored, somehow, the subject of my leg muscle came into the conversation) Mivio: Yes i've touched it before, it's damn hard. (archanaa'a classic) Archa: Knock knock Everyone: Who's there? Archa: Interrupting sheep. Everyone: Interru- Archa: BAAA BAAAA BAAA BAAA (On the second day in the afternoon before make-up, on the subject of John getting hit in the crotch when vinesh trips him with a walking stick) Edlyn: I knew it, John you got hit in the crotch last night right? Everyone saw and we were like ouch. John: Yea cos vinesh hit my stick too hard and it just whacked me (On the final day, before going on standby backstage) (my fav quote) Mrs Creffield: On that stage, the world that you create, is perfectly, absolutely, completely real. (just a few seconds ago via sms) Gou: hehe yo i'm like taking a shower HAHAHA. I'll seeyuh when i seeyuh. ao Wednesday, April 8, 2009, 11:35 PM Ohio is for lovers I am a vampire. I've spent every day for the past 2 weeks in the theatre and in the studio cooped up till past 9 and past 11 for the past 2 nights. I've not had a life in months. My blog lies here, drying, neglected and dying from my absence, its been so long, the sign in button won't even recognize me anymore and asks for my login ID and password even though it always remembered me. Isn't that sad when computers forget you? My diary, which i used to pour my heart into every day, has been lying on my table covered with a layer of dust for a week now, untouched, undecorated, uneverthing. So i apologized greatly for my lack of everything. Odyssey rehearsals have been the most fun and interesting thing i've ever been in, and it's the only life i've been living for the past 4 months. I literally leave my house before sunrise and come home way after sunset. I've not seen my house in daylight in so long. In fact, i haven't seen the sun at all in so long. Today when we were released into the open for lunch and it wasn't raining and the sun was shining, this miniscule beam of sunlight leaked through the tall building of the school building and hit my skin, i swear i felt so odd and insecure i had to scath my way back into the shades. I feel like an orc from lord of the rings. Or one of those vampire type creatures that dwell in caves and survive on leeches and squids for meals. Tsk. Its almost 12 and i should really get to bed soon, opening night's tomorrow, then we go on roll for 3 nights till saturday. I'm so excited for it it's not even funny. My first ever production with acsian theatre, what a way to blast it off. I've got a ton of pictures to post, a ton of things to say, and a ton of events to shout to the world about. But i'll save that for when i'm less in a comatic state. Tomorrow night, we rock and roll. I'll seeyuh when i seeyuh. ao Friday, April 3, 2009, 1:20 PM But you don't see I don't even know why i'm updating in school now. The library's got an entire row of Mac OSx which totally rocks, and i've got an hour long break now anyway, so i thought what the heck. We're one week to show time, and as i sit here typing, i guess it's really been a heck of a long time since The Calling, funny how much things have changed, and to think i thought back then my life was all reared up and at its peak and prime of supremacy. Look how far we've come now. Pfft. Anyway, anyone who's showed interest in coming for the play but never got back to me, now's the time to actually do so, asap. I just realized that math starts in 3 minutes time. I should prolly start heading for the lecture. And yet. I'm entering myself in the creative writing circle's writing competition. A story about love. You can pretty much guess where that sobby nonsense is gonna go. I'll seeyuh when i seeyuh. ao		the machiavellian ist Vanity isn't a sin, a little narcissm wouldn't hurt. The World would be a much lesser place without corndogs and pizzas. Facebook Andrew. Music. Food. People. 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