nonsense on the go

we, like beasts have little hearts to play
we seek justice like how you would like to pray
drink your tea and go to sleep
for the stars hide no dark when you peep

polina seminova

it's like she could go anywhere with those pair of feet, a pair of ballet shoes. i would like to see her dancing in the streets, circle street lamps, awe the break-dancing boys. all over the world on that pair of pointe

useless conversations

i find myself asking questions in senseless conversations these days just to get time to pass by. i should write a script on this phenomenal

brown envelopes and the scent of your collar

the corner of your sleeve, coffee powder and hot water
an empty cold room

THE SCRIPTWRITER SCREAMS

GIVE ME A SCRIPT TO WRITE! A PROPER SCRIPT!!!
INSPIRE ME, KILL ME, SHOOT ME! ANYTHING!

tales from your stairway

so the little thief orphan had no place to go. she found a building and slept on the highest floor. a boy accidentally found her and she left but came back the next day. he asked her questions she never answered. questions were "dont you have a place to go back to?" "aint your parents worried?" "what are you doing here?" soon he learnt to shut up and thought maybe one has their difficulties for some secrets cannot be shared, he sat down quietly beside her just to know she's there. one day she never came back, he continued to wait. so his heart started to ache, there was a possibility she would never return. he wanted to breathe a little more freely, know some answers and wish she could stay with him forever and ever.

my album: scream your symphony

i play my words like how you string your harp
let my hands play the sweetest poem to your lark

i breathe a little you

i breathe a little you
the one whom i miss
i breathe a little you
the one whom i kiss
i breathe a little you
the one whom i wonder
i breathe a little you
i wonder is it God i'm missing
i breathe a little you
i need that hand with your kiss
i breathe a little you
i would like that nib from your lips
i breathe a little you
my heart aches a little (wanting) to find out who i miss

i need to breathe a little you
the air that i seek
to sooth the ache from chest to lips

POCKET FIGHTER

as i watched brother play pocket fighter yest, i had some idea forming in my head and now it's all foggy but i just remembered something about hsienko and sakura (or someone else) being best friends and it felt so right or something like that. if only hsienko could be in the daylight or whatsoever. or was it chunli and sakura? one so serious one so playful. or ibuki and sakura? then what bout hsienko? OH DAMMIT I CANT REMEMBER.

ninjas and samurais, ibukis and icecream and food. songstress, seamstress, puppeteers. cats sleeping by fireplaces. over rated over rated. i want to weave stories upon stories just from pocket fighter but my hand's lazy to write and my brains' too lazy to command so.

and the poison that seeps in your veins tastes the sweetest
symmetrical blood lust

personalize death

death was a little shy
he was a quiet boy
he liked to tiptoe, if he could, he would pull your hand along for a ride
poison was no doubt his candy sweet

reality series
13 photographers/make up artists roam singapore to find places to shoot their given models. models vary from short to tall, male to female
commerical purposes.