Friday, August 31, 2007


To her it means everything

dun matter the suffering

the lights are the target

the others are surrogate

a step onto the hard wood

livens up her mood

her eyes downcast

upon her every planned step

the space so vast

much more depth

no one needs to gaze

all covered in the smoky haze

shadows have her grace

songs on her lips u can taste

its her silent movements

that holds short that moment

cant describe that stillness

but moving images

curtain to curtain

hangs the sweat stains












And there was where.

he.made his point.

and she flipped the coin

it never landed.

away she danced.

will she ever know?






Handsome or handsome?
so ideal!

Saturday, August 25, 2007

wilt.












---> thanks to u for creating a black rose for me =>>











petals are such delicate things.they hurt at the slightest abuse.

handSOME.






















Durian fantasy







Guess which one is bitter and which is sweet.



Both bitter sweet?
Simply had the craving for them durians.
Loveli.
My tongue simply loves them.
Will i be eating these when i am pregnant.LOl.

drop







smile for me babe.

partying shots.


23.07.2007


What can i sell in exchange for time.Nothing.



todae was great.
juz as i spotted u.
juz as i walked over.
u started getting smaller.
u danced your way away.
on a happier note
love the song hei se you mo.
rushed out juz to hear who sang it.
believe in fate?
if onli.

Friday, August 24, 2007








































Chocolate contains small amounts of a chemical called phenylethylamine (PEA), which is a mild mood elevator. It’s the same chemical that our brain produces when we feel happy or “in love.” The mild “rush” we get from this substance may be why some people say they’re “addicted” to chocolate.

But i so love them aniwae. LOL. chocolate = happy = love.

Thanks for the box of chocs.

And guess wat is in pic one? M & ms... =>>





Saturday, August 18, 2007

enough.please

will u still be there for me.in time to come?
how mani ppl so often ask that question


in the deadness of the night.
pages from a processed dead tree lies upon the hard cold colourless table.
she flipped the pages desperately.wanting to find that nicht.
her stomach was queasy.so wanted to let everything that was inside out.
brain juice..were slowly drying up.exhausting.
words flying across an empty vision.
enter the room of test when u have nothing to match up?
worry lines seem so much more evident now.



i dun believe in fairytales.

Friday, August 17, 2007

garlica

listening to a song from someones blog.
inspirational. randomnizing writing rocks.
pumpkins taste reali nice.


if only i could read her heart
right from the start.
would i be able to see hurt
pick up flakes of dirt
eyes so full of life
body trying so hard to strive
the feeling came
some treat it like a game
theres more than that.agony
eyes so angry
ever asked why?
kneel and cry
surrounded by curves of sorrows
wil u dig that land hollow
reside in anothers misery
how can she?load to carry
aint it disturbing.why chose me
spell f.r.e.e
you are even more fragile than u look
he cant see.judge d covered book
now i think.
i see tru your beautiful blinks.





Monday, August 6, 2007




take yours
mine shall stay.
cant u listen to what i have to say
leave her to the silent doors
alone facing those claws.
to whom shall she turn
seek and learn.
call for help but be there?
u sae u will.u dare.
but.......

Friday, August 3, 2007