Saturday, June 23, 2007
it's more like a question to my story. not one question but a few. my thoughts are full of doubts and uneasiness, sometimes. why? it's because i've felt so many-pretty-butterflies for you.
Friday, June 22, 2007
the following is a work of fiction. any resemblance to any person, location or incidence is purely coincidental and fictional.
the day has came to an end. deep down inside, she cries and complain. it takes more than a word, more than a smile, more than a step and more than an action to stay in the shadows. to hide is an understatement. she feel it's fine to keep things in the beginning, but at the end, she can only look into the mirror to see her agony. it bares out her soul. only through the mirror, those tears show. the blood trickles down. she turns around, back to reality and smile. her hands find their way onto her cheeks. they're dry and there's no blood. is that a smile she's putting on? or is it just a mask? laughter is the best medicine and a positive outlook is the way to go. but does she have the energy left to hold up that mask?
she's a lone ranger. fighting it herself, by her own. will you come to save her? will you come to help her? or will you stand there and watch as she comes to you, almost breathless and dying?
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
the more i think about you, the more depressed i get.
everyday you'd sing songs to me
make me happy
and even when you're tired,
you'll still carry on.
wherever i go,
you'll follow.
your jokes, they'll never fail to tickle me.
that beautiful smile, it hardly fades away.
do you know that
i love you so much?
now that you're gone,
i've finally realised how much you mean to me.
i miss you ever so badly.
and all i can do now is to say,
I'LL SEND YOU TO THE SERVICE CENTRE, MY LOVE, IPOD.
oh my goodness!! my ipod screen is SCREWED. faeces. urine. shit. okay, all the blame goes to me. i accidentally tripped over the wire and my ipod dropped onto the floor. oh how sweet! sharks! how worst can it get? my mama just bought me a new earphone that day. and i thought i could finally enjoy my ipod once more, disaster strucks back. it's now 2-1 for bad luck. i'm at the losing end.
oh dang, the bottom line is that i'll have to pay to get a working ipod. either to service it or get a new one, which i doubt so. my mama will surely kill me if i beg for a new one. "ah, who ask you to drop it on the floor? see la, never take good care of your ipod and this is what happens." ay yo, parents..
so, tell me HOW?
I LOVE YOU IPOD! AND I CAN'T BEAR TO SEE YOU DIE LIKE THAT.
Monday, June 11, 2007
life has its way of teasing oneself. i've fallen ill and i'm sad about it. but i'll be fine tomorrow. my mind is running lose and i can't seem to get hold of it. there are so many things i miss now; you, you and you. haha must be pms-ing now. i either get very very sad or very very irritated. oh well, hugging my bolster will 100%-plus-chop ease this discomfort.
o where, o where can my baby be. the lord took her away from me. she's going to heaven so i've got to be good. so i can see my baby when i leave this world..
peace, peace. pronounciation: pis. we've got to be understanding team mates. (: