We quench fiery particles, allay the heat.

They're all in Perth. What to do? What to do?

I have loved the stars too fondly, to be fearful of the night.

Darling it ain't easy,

And now I have cuts and scraped skin on the bruises and blue-blacks of both my legs to show for it.

A 44 caliber love letter straight to your heart.

I like fast cars. No, I really really like fast cars. In a sense that if you're not driving at a 180 miles per hour, I probably be bored. In a sense that we're going so fast you'd probably having a panic attack in the back seat with the thought that we're all going to die soon. So fast that even the beat of the techno song playing on the stereo can't catch up with the number of lamp posts we're passing at that moment. Or you could just ask Timur&Jeremy :)

Because while Timur was saying that we could die another day, Jeremy was too busy screaming his head off. Oh yeah. It's probably just a phase.

Hard knock life.

If your name just so happens to be Naveena, I just so happen to love you :)

We make plans to kiss the sun at midnight.

My parents are so awesome, they grow weed in our garden.
Whoops, I meant weed grass.

Without a nautical-striped shirt

The velvet curtains are opening. I catch sight of a gap, unveiling the stage I will stand upon in society. How do I even attempt to prove my worthiness to the judges of my future? No, wait, close the curtains, I am unprepared! No no, beyond the boundary of possibilities, the show must go on. Time itself, the curtains never cease. However brief the time I possess, I attempt to recall, remember routines I have worked tirelessly to prepare. Oh what routines? For there is no routine which can sustain, uphold me through life awaiting me once the curtains open. For I am ill-fated to participate in a competition of impromptu acting. Unrehearsed, unscripted, unstudied, all is improvised. On this stage, completely and utterly vulnerable I am. Moments left, shall I run? Run, making futile efforts to escape my future? For I just had an unfortunate revelation of the fact which has eluded me for so long until today; stage fright.

But this was an evanescence,

Like intertwining vines my thoughts are. With consciously futile attempts to untangle them, them so delicate and distant. One misguided step, all goes awry. The branches of my mind breaking and tearing away, losing all original thought.
And here I am, trying to remember what I have forgotten.

Pancake Batter Anomaly;

My parents went out for the whole day today. So,
Cereal for breakfast. Cereal for lunch. Cereal for dinner.
Yumm.

A Lack of Colours.

Here's a picture of a bug on my bathroom door.

Knock yourself out. Cause I did :)