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This is just a place for me to pen my thoughts and beautiful things or even people... It can be about anyone or everyone... Or it can be of nobody.
I am... Addictive, Imaginative, experimentive, rebellious, Bitchy, Extroverted/Social, Flirtatious, Funny, Intellectual, Loving, Romantic, Serious, Flamboyant, Demure Cravings... Beauty of all living or non-living, DayDreaming of the impossible, Chauvinist to rule my world, Life at the end of the rainbow, Love that station me at cloud eleven, Sex that last for eternity. For thoughts As the sun rises from the far eastern horizon, so will her hopes together; embracing another new day to soar through the endless skies only to fall past the distinct line that seperates earth and heaven to pave way for the diamond strewn velvet night sky where her dreams will take its rightful place... Archives September 2005 Thanks for reading. =) hidden hit counter |
Wednesday, March 22, 2006 8:00 PM Thinking of the past and I wonder why. Perfect was how you used to be. Picking me up when I was to fall... If three years ago, someone were to tell me that I would meet someone like you, and go through what we had went through, and I have a choice to choose all over again. I would still want to be your friend, and be by your side. I would still want to love you as who you are. If there is no other way of showing my love for you, I would let the time tell it all. Let me be your friend for life. Till you wore your wedding gown and walk down the red aisle, I would stand by your side as a bridemaid, beaming proudly that I have known you for years and you are my best friend. Till you hand the hands of children, and I hold the hands my children, seeing that our husbands are chatting away. I would beam proudly thinking that I have known you for years and you are my best friend. Till the day we were winkle-ling, laughing at how much we have age, reminiscencing about our lives, I would beam proudly that we are still in each other lives and thank God that we are still each other best friends. If there is no better evidence I can find to tell you how much I cherish this friendship, I would let time do the talking, let time be the best evidence to our friendship. I can't tell you how much I care and love about you. It's sound superficial out of the nervous lips, as it tends to simplify the care and love I have for you. I really do care. I really really do care a lot. I am not proving a thing, perhaps I am. (Contradicting, again? Go look into the mirror and laugh at your own silly-ness!!! Hahaha!!) I just want to tell you how much I care, though it's so 2-dimensional (Aiya, I don't care about the dimension!!!! If there's a chance, I would rape you and make you mine. Hahaha!!!) Anyway, my dear is pretty much attach now. So I am just kidding! Hahaha! Ya la.. You are my precious friend. I mean really. P-r-e-c-i-o-u-s. Wa... You know I don't write.. for people to read. I write when I feel it and I mean it. Love you, Ash. Tuesday, March 07, 2006 11:00 PM Gone....... For Now And Maybe forever. I'm not the one who broke you I'm not the one you should fear I thought I lost you somewhere But you were never really ever there at all. Thinking that I won't notice... To see you in your acting suit. I thought I owe you somehow... But to find out that I'm a fool. Weaker by the day... I get the feeling that on some days... No no, on most days, I have been agitated on deliberation. Am I tested? Am I under some kind of endurance examination? I am getting weaker, by the day, by the hour, by the minute. I am drowning. Drowned by suppressible emotions, which I opt not to struggle against it. Who and what have I become - a weakling. My peak days are over...my charm is no longer in fashion..my sincerity has become a joke. Beware... Don't make me mad... I do retaliate... Don't think I am soft... You have not seen me roar... Play with me in the every possible wrong light.. I will not be nice... So FUCK OFF! 10:00 PM Like shiny stars, red eyes, glowing in darkness of the night, gliding through the pitch black skies, beasts prepare for the survival fight, soon it's time, soon someone dies... Unborn child, innocent flesh, straight from womb of mommy, meat, oh so sweet, so fresh, to feed little beast tummy... Is there any better purpose for a man, to be stock of warm meat, higher purpose for arrogant human, to be melting in belly heat, food for demons, that's fate of man... |