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Wednesday, April 30, 2008

would someone please handcuff me to my table books.
i'm doing everything but studying. :(
terrible shmerrible

Kang sian shen says 3 cups of coffee in a day will get you addicted.
zzomg. explains.

insomnia loves me. but at least i caught some sleep last night. (not so well tho.)
the day before i had some... ten minutes.?!

O_O maybe its the accumulated effect of coffee.

Quoted from chantal's blog:
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I think it's true, we need to cut up our hearts and give a little portion to everyone, before it tears by itself, which might just hurt even more.
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you've got a point, masochist. ha ha
somehow i keep losing little pieces here and there...

she's not here @

3:47 PM

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Starry
starry night

paint your palette blue and grey
look out on a summer's day
with eyes that know
the darkness in my soul


Shadows on the hills
sketch the trees and the daffodils
catch the breeze and the winter chills
in colors on the snowy linen land

Starry
starry night

flaming flo'rs that brightly blaze
swirling clouds in violet haze
reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue
Colors changing hue

morning fields of amber grain
weathered faces lined in pain
are soothed beneath the artist's
loving hand

Starry
starry night

portraits hung in empty halls
frameless heads on nameless walls
with eyes
that watch the world and can't forget
Like the stranger that you've met

the ragged men in ragged clothes
the silver thorn of bloody rose
lie crushed and broken
on the virgin snow.
*

& now i understand

what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free

They would not listen
they're not list'ning still

perhaps they never will.

*
and when no hope was left in sight
on that starry
starry night
You took your life
as lovers often do;

she's not here @

6:07 PM

Saturday, April 26, 2008

"Nothing" is worse than death. (sorry for the unintended double meaning)
it's worse than everything in the world combined.
cancer pales in comparison,
tsunamis are little- when you have a loved one.

the worst nightmare is not one of monsters or death; its one of nothingness.
simple, yet terrifying.
a walk in what seems to be a forest;
a vast expanse,
a deep abyss...
of nothing at all.
you hurry along, searching frantically.
only to
slowly realise, that you have no idea what you're searching for.
that there's nothing to search for
you're walking aimlessly
you have no clue why you're walking but you walk anyway
you dont know what to expect
there's nothing to expect
you dont know what you'll find you know there's nothing to find.
just an endless path that stretches out to nowhere.

there's no place in the world for you,
the future holds nothing.

this is when you wake up screaming.

you heave a sigh of relief as you realise that its just another nightmare.
as you sober up to reality:
emptiness fills the cavity of your heart, tearing a fresh
wide hole in your chest.
loneliness seep into your veins, slowly spreading like poison.
you soon realise that your nightmare was not all that far from truth.
in fact, it is a reflection of how you truly feel.

& nothingness, eats you alive once again.

over, and over again.




she's not here @

7:02 PM

Monday, April 21, 2008

(About the Columbine shooting, people blamed Marilyn Manson's music for having a bad influence on kids these days...)

Reporter: Marilyn, what would have said to those boys.?

MM: i wouldn't have said anything. i would have listened, because thats what they needed and thats what no one did.

oh gosh. awesome dudez.

***
Let us die young or let us live forever
We don't have the power but we never say never
Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip
The music's for the sad men

Youth's like diamonds in the sun
And diamonds are forever

she's not here @

8:04 PM

Sunday, April 20, 2008

i'm currently putting many oldies into my mp3-
timeless pieces that would cause instantaneous cheering the moment it plays on the radio.
the ones that we are still able to sing to, miraculously remembering all the lyrics, despite listening to them only occasionally.
those are the classics.
some are one hit wonders.
wonders, nevertheless.
haha, all this nostalgia in the air.

oldies are goldies. <3!

(makes you feel sad how music of today are mostly crappy ones.)
has everybody lost their inspiration.?

k depressing

she's not here @

11:16 PM

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

the more you care the more you fall
no i dont. i dont care about you anymore.
not at all.
or lets pretend..

i enjoy studying at airports.
cold, quiet, bright.
downside: long ride home, and a hole in my pocket.
hahaa chaotak! what shall we call ourselves!

(@ coffeebean)
"hi may i take your order.?"
..erm... can i have...... a large cup...?
*stares blankly* "..........a large cup of.?"
*blinks*......just a cup.


yeesh.
art mid-year exam paper two questions out today!
1)homegrown
2)network
3)pendulum
4)vertigo
5)chimera
6)kaleidoscope

heeheehee. more abstract this time, purrfect for philosophical concepts/ inferences.
i'm thinking chimera/ kaleidoscope. xD sounds like me huh. (ms teh jed chan guessed)
pretty difficult questions.
but hell this is going to be wayyyy exciting. :D

woo hoo! all the way, me! and you!
value yourself; dont allow others to put a price tag, or label you. why should you always follow other people's agenda.? follow your own!
*nods* :) yup.

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she's not here @

11:49 PM

Thursday, April 10, 2008

boo hoo hoo. sports day's not even here and my voice is gone.

Circus life
Under the big top world
We all need the clowns
To make us smile

she's not here @

10:38 PM

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

random updates:-

1) i am feeling...... malaise.( haha, jolyn) the head feels like it's lolling off the neck, i cant swallow efficiently.
2) spent the entire last two periods sleeping in the sickbay. (i even missed my free period) lol.
3) yayee rittersport. hahazz
4) seems like a long time since i've been to art lessons. (Ms Teh is on course)
5) saw Da Canvas, its fucking huge i'm scared. o_O
6) not much time left for art, not much done. paper two questions coming out soon. so dead.
7) tried doing trigo today, realised that i'm really hopeless at that. cant even complete a single question on my own, i took half an hour per question. zzz
8) chem test tmr. *prepares to fail*
9) emaths test thurs. *hopes to pass*
10) 2.4km on thurs. AUGHHHH. who is so sick as to put 2.4km right on the day before SPORTS DAY.?? tsk x infinity.
11) Sports Day on friday. cheers kinda sucky. >.< *hopes to get a position for 4x100m*
12) hopes __________ updates his blog. loolz.

* note to self: please get better by friday! :)

she's not here @

10:10 PM

Saturday, April 05, 2008

which came first, the chicken or the egg.?

i dont understand why everyone, even scientists, are befuddled by this question.
honestly, i think the answer's fairly simple- the chicken, of course.
not only because if there wasnt the chicken, eggs wouldnt be laid in the first place.
but also, for the egg to develop into an embryo and hatched into a chick, the process of fertilisation and hatching will definitely have to be done- by a hen.(i may be wrong about chicken mechanics of course.) unless you are trying to insinuate that some other animal simply chanced upon
an egg and decided to sit on it for a long time just to see what happens; when out popped a feathery chick. oh please, dont even go there.

therefore, i feel that the point this "intellectual" question is trying to raise through its seemingly paradoxical element is that of a moot one.
instead, the actual question should be: where do chickens come from.?
but then again, we could ask the same of dogs, cats, raccoons, hyenas, etc... and of course humans.
and if one day scientists could ever unravel this ginormous secret, they'd be omnipotent; they'd be God! but by then, this sudden influx of knowledge would probably be too much and overbearing for our minute inapt brain capacity (like Adam and Eve reentering the Garden of Eden and stealing another bite out of the apple from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil) that all the scientists in the world will become stark raving mad!

the advancement of science has pushed God further and further away. in the areas where science has yet to reach, God exists.


she's not here @

1:08 AM