Monday, August 29, 2005
11:24 PM
blind faith
you dont let go
theres simply nothing left for you to hold on to
with one careless swipe of your hand
you overturn the cup
and water spills all over the table
soaking the papers
and the ink become nothing but blue smudges
try to salvage it but they tear instead
so fragile and delicate
a steady trickle to the floor
tiny water droplets
like the tears that i try so hard to keep back
glass rolling across the wood
watch wide eyed as it reaches the edge of the table
before shattering on the floor
shards fly in all directions
you get up and simply walk away
and i am left alone to pick up the broken pieces
theres simply nothing left for you to hold on to
with one careless swipe of your hand
you overturn the cup
and water spills all over the table
soaking the papers
and the ink become nothing but blue smudges
try to salvage it but they tear instead
so fragile and delicate
a steady trickle to the floor
tiny water droplets
like the tears that i try so hard to keep back
glass rolling across the wood
watch wide eyed as it reaches the edge of the table
before shattering on the floor
shards fly in all directions
you get up and simply walk away
and i am left alone to pick up the broken pieces
Friday, August 26, 2005
6:07 PM
scrap metal.spare tyre.
abrubtly the laughter died.
like a neck forcefully snaped
robbing someone of life.
silence roared at our ears with tremendous ferocity.
why does one bother going to war when one knows that the outcome is a defeat?
why do i keep putting my heart on the line when i know that the only thing i'll get in return is tears
just prayed then that time would stand still
that it could be for eternity
but it was all just abstractions of reality
nothing but a mere fantasy
its just a big huge gaping hole that can never be filled.
after everything
after it all
i'm back here again
back where i started.
like a neck forcefully snaped
robbing someone of life.
silence roared at our ears with tremendous ferocity.
why does one bother going to war when one knows that the outcome is a defeat?
why do i keep putting my heart on the line when i know that the only thing i'll get in return is tears
just prayed then that time would stand still
that it could be for eternity
but it was all just abstractions of reality
nothing but a mere fantasy
its just a big huge gaping hole that can never be filled.
after everything
after it all
i'm back here again
back where i started.
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
10:12 AM
tears on my pillow
the perfection of love makes up for the
imperfection of man
those words said in a moment of angery
will cause an eternity of anguish.
i couldnt breathe
couldnt utter a single word
my entire world overturned in the blink of an eye
a mushroom shaped cloud in the sky
all thats left is just emptiness
debris strewn all over the ground
flames mockingly dancing
slowly swollowing up everything in sight
i can only stand by and watch helplessly
my physical wounds are stinging
but its inconsequential
because the pain in my heart is infinitely more intense
if i had my way
i wish i could just disintegrate right into nothing
i'll kill thenutcracker
come back to civilisation
come back home.
come back to me
imperfection of man
those words said in a moment of angery
will cause an eternity of anguish.
i couldnt breathe
couldnt utter a single word
my entire world overturned in the blink of an eye
a mushroom shaped cloud in the sky
all thats left is just emptiness
debris strewn all over the ground
flames mockingly dancing
slowly swollowing up everything in sight
i can only stand by and watch helplessly
my physical wounds are stinging
but its inconsequential
because the pain in my heart is infinitely more intense
if i had my way
i wish i could just disintegrate right into nothing
i'll kill the
come back to civilisation
come back home.
come back to me
Sunday, August 21, 2005
10:58 PM
10:32 PM
funny familiar forgotten feeling
i hate the throngs of people that flock there blindly
sheep looking for a shepard
simply gathering aimessly around a focal point.
the pungent odour of perfume intermingled with sweat fills the air
already overcrowded with their shrill voices screeching in an alien tongue.
parking their bulky selves
positioning their dismal belongings at akward angles
strategically blocking the way.
deaf to the helpless pleas
oblivious to the pathetic me
trying to make my way through.
yes. i hate crowds
i hate town on sundays.
sheep looking for a shepard
simply gathering aimessly around a focal point.
the pungent odour of perfume intermingled with sweat fills the air
already overcrowded with their shrill voices screeching in an alien tongue.
parking their bulky selves
positioning their dismal belongings at akward angles
strategically blocking the way.
deaf to the helpless pleas
oblivious to the pathetic me
trying to make my way through.
yes. i hate crowds
i hate town on sundays.
Friday, August 19, 2005
11:36 PM
you let me down
i hate waiting aimlessly
watching the second hand as it slowly crawls its way across the clock face.
the digital numbers jump ever so suddenly every painful minute.
the phone rings but no one answers.
i will mine to ring
but to no avail
so i can only make do with the sound of the keyboard clicking to fill in the silence.
maybe i should really just go to bed and not bother
what difference does it make
it was most likely just another empty promise anyway
watching the second hand as it slowly crawls its way across the clock face.
the digital numbers jump ever so suddenly every painful minute.
the phone rings but no one answers.
i will mine to ring
but to no avail
so i can only make do with the sound of the keyboard clicking to fill in the silence.
maybe i should really just go to bed and not bother
what difference does it make
it was most likely just another empty promise anyway
Thursday, August 18, 2005
3:54 PM
baby i love your way
you know when you've found it
because you feel it when they take it away
been having really harrowing driving experiences as of late
countless close shaves on the road
and i truely thank godalmighty for having kept me save.
daddy's fuel tank is seriously being excessively depleted thanks to me and my car loving wrong turns.
(i have this uncanny knack on missing the exit on the expressway or taking the wrong lane)
and sera can't park to save her life
and hates peak hour traffic and stupid taxi drivers and mean pricks who refuse to give way to poor poor me
i need to be driven around.
its been a crazy week of school
been gladly skipping lectures like there is no tomorrow.
i know..goodbye to all the resolutions of being good and hardworking.
because you feel it when they take it away
been having really harrowing driving experiences as of late
countless close shaves on the road
and i truely thank godalmighty for having kept me save.
daddy's fuel tank is seriously being excessively depleted thanks to me and my car loving wrong turns.
(i have this uncanny knack on missing the exit on the expressway or taking the wrong lane)
and sera can't park to save her life
and hates peak hour traffic and stupid taxi drivers and mean pricks who refuse to give way to poor poor me
i need to be driven around.
its been a crazy week of school
been gladly skipping lectures like there is no tomorrow.
i know..goodbye to all the resolutions of being good and hardworking.
Sunday, August 14, 2005
10:26 PM
time: sometime during the hour of 130-230
venue: brilliant minds learning centre
sitting in class fighting the waves of sleepiness that overcome me
adding weight to my eyelids and pulling them downwards
watching the raindrops hit down on the puddles of water that have already collected on the black tarmac
tiny ripples distorting the reflections of the concrete blocks that tower overhead
the scratching of pen scrawling across paper
creaking of chairs
muffled voices beyond the tightly shut wooden door.
a little boy fidgets uneasily in his seat
brows bent in frustration -
how heavy is tom?
how many mangoes did mrs tan buy?
i continue to struggle to stay awake.
venue: brilliant minds learning centre
sitting in class fighting the waves of sleepiness that overcome me
adding weight to my eyelids and pulling them downwards
watching the raindrops hit down on the puddles of water that have already collected on the black tarmac
tiny ripples distorting the reflections of the concrete blocks that tower overhead
the scratching of pen scrawling across paper
creaking of chairs
muffled voices beyond the tightly shut wooden door.
a little boy fidgets uneasily in his seat
brows bent in frustration -
how heavy is tom?
how many mangoes did mrs tan buy?
i continue to struggle to stay awake.
Friday, August 12, 2005
12:16 PM
once again shaun gave me a lift to school
so here i am early for a change and rotting around in school as the rest of my classmates are no where in sight
it has just suddenly dawned on me that i have successfully submerged myself under a mountain of homework without even realising it.
thanks to the fact that everythings like simply projects or like assignments verbally asigned or posted on the internet of mentioned long ago
which my little brain unfortunately has little ability to retain.
so yes,
i am actually not as free as i thought i was.
project meetings are actually gonna be interesting with twocolourful characters to keep me decidedly entertained and amused (:
but sigh ideas are stagnant
like the water in the toilet bowl that refuses to flush
time to get my ass down to serious work
uncle's coming back today
wee~
honeybunches of oat
been spoilt rottent this weekonce again shaun gave me a lift to school
so here i am early for a change and rotting around in school as the rest of my classmates are no where in sight
it has just suddenly dawned on me that i have successfully submerged myself under a mountain of homework without even realising it.
thanks to the fact that everythings like simply projects or like assignments verbally asigned or posted on the internet of mentioned long ago
which my little brain unfortunately has little ability to retain.
so yes,
i am actually not as free as i thought i was.
project meetings are actually gonna be interesting with two
but sigh ideas are stagnant
like the water in the toilet bowl that refuses to flush
time to get my ass down to serious work
uncle's coming back today
wee~
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
10:14 PM
sun went down on me
i wont go back to the past
cos all thats left is tears
but yet the road ahead appears shroded in mist
its dark cold and daunting
and i'm not sure if i wanna go on
my feet are rooted to the ground
i wish it would just open up
and swollow me whole.
emotions,
as vague as a flower enshrouded in fog
as intangible as an image reflected in the water
cos all thats left is tears
but yet the road ahead appears shroded in mist
its dark cold and daunting
and i'm not sure if i wanna go on
my feet are rooted to the ground
i wish it would just open up
and swollow me whole.
emotions,
as vague as a flower enshrouded in fog
as intangible as an image reflected in the water
and the tongue is the most vicious weapon
words spread like wild fire
blazing across the arid dry land
Sunday, August 07, 2005
10:53 PM
carpark ramp
was smiling so widely my cheeks and jaws ached
screaming so loudly inside
that i could hear my shouts echoing around me
the butterflies in my stomach refused to stop fluttering
they were flapping their wings so hard
i felt myself lifted off the ground.
even though he says i amdisgusting
i dont really care
hint
it has something to do with brown eyes
rosy cheeks
and a firm handshake
screaming so loudly inside
that i could hear my shouts echoing around me
the butterflies in my stomach refused to stop fluttering
they were flapping their wings so hard
i felt myself lifted off the ground.
even though he says i am
i dont really care
hint
it has something to do with brown eyes
rosy cheeks
and a firm handshake
Saturday, August 06, 2005
3:17 PM
2eggtarts.26doughnuts
i try to catch the broken shards as they fall to the ground
i miss and they slice my skin
deep red smear tints the glass
its raining down on me
wounded and broken
if i could i would piece it all back together for you
[real time life update]
the first real week of school has just ended
my feelings towards it are still ambivalent
i'm sorta still drifting through it in this semi conscious state
perpetually lost most of the time
unsure of what is expected and what i need to dotravelling is killing me-
like this huge hungry mosquitoe that is slowly draining blood from me
the idea of living in a hall is really starting to appear tempting..
but the thought of sleeping without aircon or having my personal bathroom is just impossible to survive with
met new people..made a couple of friends
have an interesting and intriguing angel whom i wouldnt mind meeting someday soon
but for now the whole mysterious unknown thing has its appeal
[end]
Thursday, August 04, 2005
9:44 AM
and we're on two pieces of driftwood
fighting the open sea
the staggering waves tower over you and threaten to crush you over under their awesome might
the ocean one large awaiting grave
gust howling in your ears
sharp piercing
teeth chattering from the cold
your wet clothes weighing you down.
with everything thrown in our face
we just seem to be moving further and further apart
you've won my heart
the raft has brokenand we're on two pieces of driftwood
fighting the open sea
the staggering waves tower over you and threaten to crush you over under their awesome might
the ocean one large awaiting grave
gust howling in your ears
sharp piercing
teeth chattering from the cold
your wet clothes weighing you down.
with everything thrown in our face
we just seem to be moving further and further apart
Monday, August 01, 2005
10:09 PM
washed out .
wasted.
there is nothing left
just a big huge gaping hole that cannot be filled
call me stupid
i was so naive to believe you
too softhearted
but i know better now
my worlds spinning
empty.washed out .
wasted.
there is nothing left
just a big huge gaping hole that cannot be filled
call me stupid
i was so naive to believe you
too softhearted
but i know better now