15 pieces of starbucks tissue

tissue paper's supposed to dry tears, not to create them. but sometimes life doesn't work the way we want it, and we're left clinging on futilely to the threads of what could have been. i agree that God will make everything ok, but there's only one way to be happ(i).

i don't know what love is anymore. it means too many things, way too many things.


i'm reluctantly overhearing someone shouting over the phone to his girlfriend, and it scares me to bits and pieces. and it makes me wonder if i'm like that too, during the rare rare occasions when i actually get angry. i don't want! but really, it's amazing what the human voice can do to the heart. "melt"/"piang"/"quiver".


... so everything in my life now is hazy and confused and swirling, but for now, here's whiteface eye candy:

5 min of craziness! could have ended the trip right there.

art. really...

diseased tree

extreme makeover i love my feelers!

pro right? right?

ken leeeee!!! realleeee!!

siberian soldiers going to war. looking very sianz.

happi.

i think we have a lot of talent

no i'm not 25 i'm only 12 really. serious...

and that was the most awesomest sp brk trip ever.

p.s. we fall in very different styles.
joel: *thump*. *sits there not moving, looks down at snow and screams silently inside*
evelyn: *thump*. *dazed* *flops over* *plays dead*
joshua: *bounce spin tumble tumble slide* "ahhhh hur hur hur hur that was so funny!"
kenneth: "ahhh --" *thump tumble tumble* "-- ahhhhhhhhh!!" *deep breath* "ahhhhhhhh!!!!"

p.p.s screaming against the wind makes the wind go away and cures all pains and aches and diseases.

p.p.s.s thanks joel joshua and evelyn for being wonderful and crazy and happy, the company was fantastic.