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Sunday, April 26, 2009

Damned, i'm cruisin' again.

got off to a nice start, caught breakfast, sat myself down by eleven to do some work.
but i never seem to feel the sense of urgency until its, say, two minutes to midnight.

lovers always come and lovers always go.
in the end it's always me alone

my jelly beans all taste like flavoured bubblegum.
did you know.? yesterday was jelly bean day. ha ha what the heck.

why does it always rain on me


i know that i'm not an endearing person.

how can one know many things yet know nothing at the same time.?
(running
home, running home, running home, running
home
)
its called a pang-
i am also well aware that angst as a writing style may seem a lot like self- absorption.

floorball season starts next week! how eggciting:))))



someday my pain,

she's not here @

4:18 PM

Saturday, April 25, 2009

A: "One man's freedom fighter is another man's terrorist."


B: "..........One man's freedom fighter is another man's tee- shirt design.."

HAHAHA what the heck.

that's typical KI small talk for you:)

she's not here @

12:34 AM

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

spoof-

clear clear clear your cluttered mind.

she's not here @

11:41 PM

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

alas! the heavy condensation on the bus window panes(due to superb air- conditioning) today, hindered me from admiring the wondrous, picturesque view of the sunrise, amidst the backdrop of green foliage and still sleepy river that diminishes into a classic vanishing point..

there was no sunrise-
only a perfect gray sky morning

it's tuesday, but i'm still in monday!
why does time leave me behind

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she's not here @

12:36 AM

Monday, April 13, 2009

Train- Drops Of Jupiter

my current ear worm!!! yea i know its a damn old song but i recently rediscovered it and hell i loved it:)))
*
Now that she's back in the atmosphere
With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that there's time to change, hey, hey
Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey

Tell me did you sail across the sun
Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated

Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star?
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there

Now that she's back from that soul vacation
Tracing her way through the constellation, hey, hey
She checks out Mozart while she does tae-bo
Reminds me that there's room to grow, hey, hey

Now that she's back in the atmosphere
I'm afraid that she might think of me as plain ol' Jane
Told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land

Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet?
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back to the Milky Way
And tell me, did Venus blow your mind?
Was it everything you wanted to find
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there

Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken
Your best friend always sticking up for you even when I know you're wrong
Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone conversation
The best soy latte that you ever had . . . and me

she's not here @

12:30 AM

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Movie Marathon stay over in school was two blasts!!!

although we had only watched parts of movies, it was full of laughter and enjoyment.
on the way home after breakfast the next morning, AM said,"[.....] they're our friends now."
and a lovely feeling washed past me, i cannot identify it, perhaps it was a feeling of gladness.
i appreciate that this group of people exist
and i truly appreciate that this group of fun- loving people is friends with me.
thank you am, wei ren, jeremy, imran, sukhdeep, maksi, aman, hafiz, azmi, noor, khair, whoever i accidentally forgot ;)

sometimes i feel that people cannot hear me.
but i'm okay with that, i'll be okay.
okay's enough.

and between us are jokes, more jokes, and tons of laughter.
what if one day we ran out of things to laugh about.?
what if one day we didnt feel like laughing anymore.?


what then.?




she's not here @

1:48 PM

Monday, April 06, 2009

please just save me from this darkness
please, just save me from this starkness

dreams that never woke

she's not here @

11:06 PM

Saturday, April 04, 2009

my mother just cried out aloud and pretended to wail in anguish because the national library board just sent her a letter for the fourth time, "kindly" reminding her to return her long overdue library book (which i borrowed).
HA HA HA gee.

i'm having an annoying rash all over, especially on my legs, because i shower too many times a day.
either the chemicals in the body soap i'm using irritates my skin, or the soap removes the oils naturally produced by my body. either way, it gets on my nerves.

i shall be enthusiastic for 2.4km(which is in about two weeks time), and use it as a way to work my (fl)abs!!! hopefully i'll get my own pair of adizero shoes tmr heexzx

so take a good look at my face
you'll see my smile looks out of place
if you look closer, its easy to trace
the tracks of my tears

she's not here @

11:35 PM

Thursday, April 02, 2009

Tales of mere existence

HA HA HA tis funny!!!
reminds me a little of.........me

she's not here @

10:11 PM

Wednesday, April 01, 2009

lift your head and beg for rain.

when there is a perpetual sinking feeling in the pits of your heart,
and you trudge exhausted by the mere task of having to carry that lump of heavy mass,
and breathless you hug your knees to your chest,
and hope the act of hugging yourself will hold you together,

all you can wish for is the consolation of rain, a big storm, that would somehow lessen the oppressive feeling of entropy, as if the little icy pellets are words spoken by God meant to liberate us from misery, temporarily.

this is the butterfly effect.
*
i found you, oh flightless bird
head bowed low, with your face in the dirt.
i swore i'd pray to help you fly

God gave me a pair of wings

i gave them to you and they swept you off your feet.
you rose high, higher, and horror
drifted away

But the world became alien and you hated the sky (why)

the metal birds frightened you
the other birds schemed.
you said,

"Please, my wings, take them away.."

that was when i realised:
your destiny is to roam the lands, and can never belong to the skies-
oh flightless bird

she's not here @

11:53 PM