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Tuesday, February 26, 2008

kz, OAC is tomorrow i feel (quite) under prepared. >.<
i'm afraid i'd leave things out, i'm afraid things go wrong.
meep! i am paranoid. xD

all the teachers were conveniently dumping homework on us today.
"OAC holiday, they say."
but eh, i dont have holiday ah!
and Ms Teh was so humorous, she told me to bring my art to do in camp.
zzzzloolzzzzz. eek. actually, i think thats what i'll do. :(

Adieu, world, for 2andahalf days.
maybe i'll watch 'Juno' and 'P.S i love you' w ly on sat. heehee.
& jolyn, dont drink too much yo. (dont wanna come home to find you dead. or smth. loolz)

PARDON MY HORRIFIC ENGLISH. I AM BUT TIRED.
(oh that reminds me...
Me: " My England very the powderful!"
Khai:" "Wahh. i extreme jealousy." BWAHAHAHAHAHA kbyez.)

she's not here @

10:29 PM

Monday, February 25, 2008

history is repeating itself. i just hope the ending wouldn't be as tragic. :( please?

shhhh....
so desperately they wait for
the excuse of love

love is never how it should be
love never ends the right way

we live like vampires
we love like killers
we all die like infants
we trust like mirrors

slow suicide.
like it or not thats what we do.

& i'll give give give until there's nothing left

she's not here @

8:12 PM

Friday, February 22, 2008

two faces
a hidden torrent
beneath your calm exterior
fighting to emerge
to disrupt your smooth demeanor

hideous contempt
an inexorable conflict
betwixt two halved selves
truth against lies
calm yet distraught

terrifying
i dont know what to think
daggers behind genial stares
malevolent smiles
cold warmth

who are you.?


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she's not here @

12:09 AM

Monday, February 18, 2008

i love lying on the recliner in front of the swimming pool at Jedi's house at 1- 2am in the morning,
where we'd talk about all sorts of things: life, clouds (what's on the other side of them and living in them), love, relationships, insignificance, happiness/sadness, life without either, beauty of the sky, being blind/ deaf, what the world exists for........etc. the list goes on.

all the answers in the world, waiting for our discovery. and when we're stumped, we fall silent and stare at the sky, hoping for some sort of enlightenment.

the quiet night sky against our screaming minds, the calm soothing(yet freezing) breeze against our frantic hearts, the surprisingly warm water of the swimming pool against our cold already numb shell. not forgetting Santa Claus (my Giogovski) kissing the moon, much to our delight.

all this put together, &suddenly we're happy kids magically alleviated from our misery.

how truly wondrous! we should do this again, next time we'd wish for a starry night. :)
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one republic- stop and stare

Stop and stare

I think I'm moving but I go nowhere
Yeah I know that everyone gets scared
But I've become what I can't be, oh

Stop and stare
You start to wonder why you're 'here' not there
And you'd give anything to get what's fair
But fair ain't what you really need
Oh, can u see what I see

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she's not here @

8:41 PM

Saturday, February 16, 2008

beneath the stars keep falling on our heads

another one bites the dust.
how dreadful, the countless funerals held at the pavillion that i have to walk past each day to get home. its getting more frequent.

every breath we take, one life slips away

clutching edward in my pocket strangely calms me.
edward is my small little cute black penknife, btw.
sometimes, just sometimes, you have to let go of what you cant live without...

Midnight hour- running away

& try, try to understand me

she's not here @

3:20 PM

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Rebel Revel
always a little Punk rock.

she's not here @

9:40 PM

Sunday, February 10, 2008

something's getting in the way
something's just about to break

oh joy, the mom came back from aussie and bought me my peachy clean! ha ha. one tube only though. well.
emotional blackmail, its all you're good at huh.

'The Notebook', adapted from the novel by Nicholas Sparks showed on channel five just now(7.15pm)
its a good show, imo. touching, well directed, well timed, the actors were pretty convincing.
its annoyingly sad in some parts though. but still ends with a happily ever after.
not that fairytale endings are bad, Allie contracting dementia was a good bitter twist.
however, it just really makes you wonder if the 'love at first sight', 'i knew you were the one' as well as 'true love' between Noah and Allie really exists.
well, i wouldnt know. not now, maybe never.
i doubt, though.

" relationships dont fail because people change through time. people dont change. relationships fail because when people first meet, they pretend to be who they think the other party wants."

now where did i hear that from.
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by John Donne

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.

From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.

Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell;
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better then thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?

One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.


she's not here @

11:39 PM

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

sigh, wish i could just stop time for a while, and spend those timeless times just crooning to the secksy soothing tunes from two decades ago.

for two minutes, just stop and breathe

she's not here @

9:56 PM

Monday, February 04, 2008

poison makes us happy kids.
& for that moment, nothing could ever get us down.
two minutes.
poison seeps into our veins.
liver turns to stone.


nothing could ever get us down.

she's not here @

5:55 PM


the click five- empty

did i tell you kyle patrick is so hot.
stupid sad songs.

she's not here @

5:52 PM

Sunday, February 03, 2008

14 shades of gray

maybe we're trying, trying too hard
maybe we're torn apart
maybe the time is beating our hearts

we're empty

she's not here @

1:22 PM