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[02 Oct 2009|05:42pm] |
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This is the first day of my life
I'm glad I didn't die before I met you.
Now I don't care I could go anywhere with you
And I'd probably be happy. Bright Eyes
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[01 Sep 2009|11:05pm] |
 We're just a million little gods causing rainstorms turning every good thing to rust.The Arcade Fire |
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[31 Aug 2009|03:06am] |
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This dance, this dance
Is like a weapon, like a weapon
Of self-defense, of self-defense
Against the present, against the present
"Present Tense"
I won't get heavy, don't get heavy
Keep it light and, keep it moving
I'm doing, no harm
As my world comes crashing down
I am dancing, freaking out
Deaf, dumb, and blind.
In you I'm lost, in you I'm lost
I won't turn round when the penny drops
I won't stop now, I won't slack off
Or all this love will be in vain.
Stop from falling down a mine
It's no one's business but mine
Or all this love will be in vain.
In you I'm lost, in you I'm lost
Thom Yorke - Present Tense
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[04 Jun 2009|07:24pm] |
  Double exposures with color flashes are awesome.
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[29 May 2009|12:57pm] |
 Get out of bed, come out and sing,
Blue skies ahead, the man who told everything. The Doves. |
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[28 May 2009|11:20pm] |
 Man blowing bubbles in the middle of the street. Cold as hell but yet he had the happiest look on his face. Weird.
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[28 Jan 2009|10:29pm] |
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For no matter what happens now
I shouldn't be afraid
Because I know today has been
The most perfect day I've ever seen
Happy Anniversary.
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[11 Dec 2008|12:49am] |
I wanna hurry home to you
put on a slow, dumb, show for you,
and crack you up.
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[20 Nov 2008|02:26am] |
Last night, I had a dream
We were inseparably entwined
Like a piece of rope made out of two pieces of vine
Held together, holding each other
With no one else in mind
Like two atoms in a molecule
Inseparably combined
But then I woke from the dream
To realise I was alone
A tragic event, I must admit
But let's not be overblown
I'm gonna try to ride a love song
Just a sad, pathetic moan
And maybe I just need change
Maybe I just need a new cologne
But now I look at love
Like being stabbed in the heart
You torture each other from day to day
And then one day you part
Most of the time it's misery
But there's some joy at the start
And for that, I'd say it's worth it
Just as you play the shortest sharp on me
And if love is just a game
Then how come it's no fun?
If love is just a game
How come I've never won?
I guess maybe it's possible I might be playing it wrong
And that's why every time I roll the dice
I always come undone
pahhhhhhh, pah, pah!
pahhhhhhh, pah, pah!
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[10 Nov 2008|04:43pm] |
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When one person says you're a bitch, maybe they're just jealous.
When two people say you're a bitch, maybe it's just coincidence.
When three people say you're a bitch, maybe it's time to think about the truth behind those statements.
When everyone says you're a bitch, maybe it's time to buy yourself a kennel, dig a hole in it with your conniving paws and hide the sorry little piece of meat you call a face in it.
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[03 Oct 2008|06:53pm] |
What do you do when the world you have been so familiar and comfortable with crumbles right in front of you?
Do you cry? Do you drop down to your knees to pick up the pieces in vain hope that you can put it back together?
They didn't teach you how to cope with this kind of loss in primary school or secondary school or any school for that matter.
What are you suppose to do when you know that you need to change the way you eat, the way you live, for good now?
I am going to take a step back now. Collect myself and see what needs to be done before going in to do something about it.
Maybe something might pop up, a solution, a way out. Something the schools never taught us, maybe.
Or maybe I am just being melodramatic and everything will turn out just fine, maybe.
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[23 Sep 2008|06:18am] |
She welcomes all of us at the end.
Be it by a river,
or across a bridge,
she is the one that never fails.
she is the definite that never falters.
she is so seductive right now,
temptations sink in,
and i wonder sometimes if it will get the better of me.
maybe not this time,
maybe because there is someone else more tempting than her right now.
but in the end,
we all succumb to her,
it is inevitable.
like time,
she is always constant.
and aren't we all just hoping for someone that wouldn't fail us?
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[21 Sep 2008|03:24am] |
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I'll take the initiative this time,
you can take a seat.
I'll carry us through the murk,
with you on my back and a torch in my hand.
I know i've hurt you too many times,
and broken you to irreparable states.
But this time I'll tread the dangerous waters,
to reach you in your lonely island.
I have my sights in you,
I will not falter now.
I am swimming towards you know,
against all resistance and turbulence.
no waves are going to stop me now,
nothing is going to keep me
from getting to you and bringing you back
to the idyllic home you once called my heart.
so prepare for me love,
pack up all your stuff.
it won't be long now love,
before we're back amongst the fluff.
I just wanted to tell you that, I lied about sleeping, cos i am here right now, missing your fragrant musk.
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[10 Sep 2008|09:35pm] |
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He found himself sitting on a park bench at the end of the tree shrouded pavement. Alone, with nothing save for the rustle of the fallen leaves for company. He took out his notebook from the breast pocket of his jacket and the ikea pencil from behind his ear. Sneaking a glance at his surroundings to make sure that he was entirely alone, he then proceeded to flip the notebook open to the page where he left off the last time he was here. He started penning downs his attempts at wisdom but after writing his name, he realised that he never did succeeded at any of his attempts to quell his stupidity. It made him stopped to wonder if it was ever possible for someone to be un-stupid or get smarter at something even with huge amounts of practices. He sat there and pondered for a good 5 minutes and gave up after that because he could not keep his mind off the grumbling in his stomach. He closed his notebook, slipped it back into his breast pocket, tucked the pencil back behind his ear and got up. He stole another glance around just to make sure that he was entirely alone and no one was present to witness the folly that he just went through. After making sure that the place was clear of any possible traces that anyone could have wasted 15 minutes of his stupid life sitting there pondering about the conundrum of getting rid of his stupidity, he started making his way down that dirty beaten trail that lead away from the park bench. At the back of his head, the thought of how stupid he was for wasting 15 minutes of his time sitting there just baffled him but he realised also that if he were to have been able to go back in time and do it all over again, he would have done the exact same thing because the circumstances would have been the same and he would have had no prior knowledge of his stupidity at all which led him back to the question of possibility again.
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[05 Sep 2008|02:30am] |
i feel faint, ever most slightly.
imagine a droplet of water dangling from the edge of a tap.
that second just before it falls,
i am there right now.
in that space in time,
where everything is starting to slow down.
maybe i will fall and splatter into a miliion droplets,
maybe i won't.
i feel faint, ever most slightly.
i can smell the bottom of the sink now.
the stench drawing ever so closely to my nose.
invigorating every inch of my mass and volume.
i feel faint, ever most slightly.
on the brink of falling,
i remembered a dream of you.
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[07 Jul 2008|04:20pm] |
what's the use in finding out
when all it does is instill more doubt.
about the person you used to love
and trust with every fiber of your heart.
the irony lies in the discovering,
where the knowledge we seek
to dispel the fear and doubt,
ends up compounding them instead.
my heart is an open book for you,
flip the pages, look it through.
find the excerpts you like the best,
keep it in near yours, by your breast.
hold on to them tight,
don't let go.
i'm coming back i promise.
i'm not letting go.
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[21 Jun 2008|07:32am] |
everything that was a blur before,
is starting to appear at this stand still.
will we transcend towards the future
with ease and hope that it'll last?
or will we stay stagnant in the present,
dwelling on the misdeeds of the past?
i never believed i'd take the plunge,
straight into this deep dark abyss.
but now that i have here i pray i can stay,
with the infinite darkness and domestic bliss.
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[19 Apr 2008|06:38am] |
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i miss you like a honey jar
misses the bear.
so cut me down and take me home
and show me you care
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[15 Apr 2008|10:18am] |
get an ambulance
let your worries rest
i can feel the convoy
beating in your chest
there's a joke I know
about an octopus
i don't remember
but it made an awful mess
give yourself a break
and laugh a while
we'll laugh until
our bellies bleed
i'm a sea-sick boy
you're my albatross
under your wing
until we reach the sand
give yourself a break
and laugh a while
your smile does
something real to me.
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[15 Apr 2008|03:00am] |
Hunched into a ball,
Without a care of anything at all.
I reach out for the other half of the bed,
Only to find it nicely laid.
Stretched the other way,
I looked for something to while the time away.
Under the pretense of false content,
I struggled to understand what this smile meant.
Did I smile a smile to remember what it was like,
To have you snuggling close by my side?
Or a smile I smiled to lie to my mind,
To reenact a time not so far behind?
For I realize there really isn't anyone else,
That'll reach for me from the highest shelf,
Just so that she could hold me dear,
And hope that time would keep us here.
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