tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34616572011-04-21T15:28:38.548-07:00deluded Mbiguitiyevolve.
revolve.
resolve.Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comBlogger1641100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1161067182662407162006-10-16T23:14:00.000-07:002006-10-16T23:45:15.836-07:00you'll be safe here-----------------------------nobody knows just why we're herecould it fate or random circumstanceat the right place, at the right timetwo roads intertwinedand if the universe conspired to meld our livesto make us fuel and firethen know where ever you will beso too shall i beclose your eyes, dry your tearscos' when nothing seems clearyou'll be safe herefrom the sheer weight of Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1159953188266630162006-10-04T01:56:00.000-07:002006-10-04T02:19:15.823-07:00the human brain is indeed a wonderous and fascinating piece of art isn't it?it has a processing capacity of 100 trillion instructions per second.The human brain is believed to be the source of the conscious, cognitive mind. The mind is the set of cognitive processes related to perception, interpretation, imagination, and memories, of which a person may or may not be aware.the brain needs a littleMelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1159720463361622762006-10-01T09:19:00.000-07:002006-10-01T09:34:23.373-07:00blame it on laziness and procrastionation.see the date here? 3 Oct.see the date of the last posting? 21 Jul.so what happened Mel, some of you might be asking...nothing pretty much if you ask me. these 3 mth has been rather uneventful.mulling around and coming to terms with the situation at work. they pushed me up to PC duties.pay's still the same, but my learning curve's gone up pretty high.i Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1153444852852197782006-07-20T18:16:00.000-07:002006-07-20T18:20:52.913-07:00seems to me some people are put here for reasons far beyond my comprehension. if they're meant to test your job efficiency and professionalism, they're doing a shitty job cos i sure ain't need their pesky exsitance to prove what i'm already doing. if they're meant to irritate the living daylights out of you, they've somewhat succeeded. but i'm not gonna fall into their ploy to dissect the tight Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1153145839531892212006-07-17T07:13:00.000-07:002006-07-17T07:17:19.533-07:00Children's Cancer Foundation (CCF) Children’s Cancer Foundation (CCF) was first formed in 1992, to address the needs of children with cancer and their families.CCF’s mission is to improve the quality of life of children with cancer and their families through enhancing their emotional, social and medical well-being.To achieve its mission, CCF engfages in activities such asproviding counselling to Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1153145560581153842006-07-17T07:09:00.000-07:002006-07-17T07:12:40.600-07:00Rest not the world weary feet of this bed side fellow, but rest his entire soul upon the pillow, look not at how furrowed his brow went, but how at peace once he rested his hands. blow out not the candle stick light, but of the busy dusk and night.Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1151310102802737272006-06-26T01:19:00.000-07:002006-06-26T01:27:41.956-07:00here's a sneak preview.make a date: 4 august 2006. 1pm. ucc foyer.Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1151309934806432692006-06-26T01:13:00.000-07:002006-06-26T01:18:54.816-07:00oh dear oh dear oh deari need a break..my head's spinning. big time.sigh.i'm looking forward to a week on baking under the sun and digging my toes in the sand.and the clear blue skies above me, with the coconut trees swaying in the light zephyr.i need a break..i'm gonna take one soon..sigh.Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1150339437267153792006-06-14T19:05:00.000-07:002006-06-14T20:07:11.076-07:00SPOILER WARNING: READ FIRST BEFORE SEEING THE PICTURE.i took to the stairs only after hearing about it.it was sort of like a passing of sort. like a solitary pilgrimage one has to partake to maintain certainties in life.i never liked the idea of venturing into a dark and dingy staircase unprepared: no torch, no rope, no fall arrest harnesses, no gloves, no walkie talkie. (ok so what if i'm Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1149557213292123882006-06-05T18:16:00.000-07:002006-06-05T18:36:53.590-07:00panic attacks.oh no.what should i do?hallucinogens[ Hypnagogic hallucinations and hypnopompic hallucinations are considered normal phenomena. Hypnagogic hallucinations can occur as one is falling asleep and hypnopompic hallucinations occur when one is waking up.Auditory hallucinations (particularly of one or more talking voices) are particularly associated with psychotic disorders such as Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1149089723365064152006-05-31T08:20:00.000-07:002006-05-31T08:35:23.456-07:00snap.what a day today. its one of those days that should be recorded and go down in history. well, my history books at least.to start it off, there was the weather. ah... clear blue skies, lush greeny leaves and soft gentle zephyrs to compliment it. classic. as i told Azhar, it was Club Med weather. the kind of weather you'd see only on Club Med brochures, that the art director so painstakingly Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1146100346169977992006-04-26T18:03:00.000-07:002006-06-05T18:35:47.413-07:00You know, more than often, we are in situations where our professionalism is put to the test not by means of our technical knowledge, nor our expertise on the subject matter, but by the way we deal with people. People management, that is something I'm afraid that is not taught in the books.Perhaps that is something you have to think about when working with new people and of course, acquaintances Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1142303788905181542006-03-13T17:56:00.000-08:002006-03-13T18:36:28.966-08:00ok to all of you who even made a feable attempt to see any new updates here at mel's blog, i'm sorry to have let you down for the past 8 months.the velocity of things that happened in my life is just too... how shall i put it... impeccable? so many things have happened in a span of 8 months. i don't even know how and why i took the keyboard up once again and input words into this forsaken part ofMelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1122698862912007242005-07-29T21:39:00.000-07:002005-07-29T21:47:42.920-07:00what's it like to be back?you see things in life and you'll be surprised which is same.life, your whole life is changes.you go through changes in your life; one second you got it made, next second you're down in the dumps.and it goes back and forth throughout your whole life.one second you got the most beautiful girl in the world, next second you don't even have a girlfriend no more.and it goes Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1121401577212408232005-07-14T21:22:00.000-07:002005-07-14T21:26:17.220-07:00funny quotes i heard over the past week:"Contrary to popular belief, the most dangerous animal is not the lion or tiger or even the elephant. The most dangerous animal is a shark riding on an elephant, just trampling and eating everything they see.""a good friend will bail you out of jail. a true friend will be sitting next to you in hold up, saying 'i guess we fucked up huh?' ""i'm not senile, Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1121143250053838532005-07-11T21:23:00.000-07:002005-07-11T21:40:50.060-07:00as i recover from the high of the past 2 months (see appendix), i sit in front of the computer and recollect my thoughts and reliving the sweetness of the past 8 weeks.sensing there is more to the run of the mill routine i can do, i hope to embark on this perilous journey to reform. and the fear is that of rejection and oustrication.so what are your hopes and fears?i posed this question to Nessa Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1116560535421028832005-05-19T20:38:00.000-07:002005-05-19T20:50:17.660-07:00sometimes it feels like no one's at home.i have been knocking at least for an hour or so; still no response.He must be out i suppose.this would make it my 1087th attempt to connect.whatever painstaking planning and timing i executed, it always seem to fall flat and short.maybe i am not supposed to meet Him. maybe He is avoiding me. maybe.God works in mysterious ways, i've been told.--------------Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1114160263899680352005-04-22T01:52:00.000-07:002005-04-22T01:57:43.900-07:00ooook... so i'm a beer. nice.i'll drink to that.Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1112981783656086892005-04-08T10:25:00.000-07:002005-04-08T10:48:44.973-07:00STARTi've been naughty. pls spank me.domo arigato mr roboto i feel like i've been spiralling down a vortex into an abysmal void that rendered me weak and dizzy.since the day we parted... as u walked through those steely gates, and i strolled down the painful tarmac pavement.with each clinking of your keys in your hands and the heavy shuffle of the grime beneath my feet, my heart sinks lower andMelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1111805765871514162005-03-25T18:48:00.000-08:002005-03-25T18:56:05.873-08:00how quickly a week has gone by.relishing the sombre lethargy that was gone in a blink of an eye.revive the sickly sweet aroma of the morning coffee and the humid putridness of the congested traffic.oh what joy it is to be a cosmopolitan!nonetheless, we indulge in a little nature healing process once in a while.no, i don't refer to relaxation by means of "herbal intoxication"... *grumble*,by meansMelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1111596835436444652005-03-23T08:46:00.000-08:002005-03-23T08:53:55.436-08:00is there a cure for uncertainty? i mean sure there are lots of uncertainties in life that one cannot fathom nor grasp nor comprehend; so in a nutshell, i wish for a sort of crystal ball ability to avoid the bad turns in life.sure i sound bitter and pelted.like hot tar on a new surface, i stick to the realm of reality and get trample on by hoardes of traffic once its cooled down.sometimes i wishedMelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1109339340084326772005-02-25T05:47:00.000-08:002005-02-25T05:49:12.613-08:00Diablo of Surrealismi shut my vision and weep these nightmares,cometh the apocalyptic horsemen and hook me in deaths claws,bring me to these inferno of shattered dreams,where the abysmal torment shakes us awake.i rise.this nothingness of a void i share with you.we are black and white.Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1107890541747726332005-02-08T11:20:00.000-08:002005-02-08T11:22:21.746-08:00the clarion call of the Rooster beckons a new year of spring, expectations and adventure!
here's wishing everyone a prosperous happy lunar new year!
M
Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1106937983735210272005-01-28T10:41:00.000-08:002005-01-28T11:10:09.396-08:00
classic Japanese silliness and creativity. really got me laughing.
this came in handy. needed some cheering up.
enjoy.
http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/pingpong.php
shed not tears of fears, or hate but of joy.
with shackled feet to chains i toil,
under this inferno of battered wounds,
this voice of conscience booms:
"heed not words of pressure but of mine,
for i shall show u the light Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1106500095247783142005-01-23T09:03:00.000-08:002005-01-23T09:09:29.900-08:00
cold.
thats what i'm feeling now.
before you dispel me about being unfeeling, let me clarify that i do not mean to avoid you all.
its just that i've become lazy and tired from blogging on a daily basis.
this is bad.
i must stop this placid procrastination!
down with bad behaviour!
ok i must stop building pyramids in my back yard. maybe i should sign up for that hiphop dance class.
maybe i Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1105348987964517232005-01-10T01:16:00.000-08:002005-01-10T01:23:07.966-08:00
Destiny
I lie awake
I've gone to ground
I'm watching porn
In my hotel dressing gown
Now I dream of you
But I still believe
There's only enough for one in this
Lonely hotel suite
The journey's long
And it feels so bad
I'm thinking back to the last day we had.
Old moon fades into the new
Soon I know I'll be back with you
I'm nearly with you
I'm nearly with you
When I'm weak I draw Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1105339535038567942005-01-09T22:36:00.000-08:002005-01-09T22:45:35.040-08:00ok ladies and gents, I am officially unemployed again.
Aladdin has played its final show to a tremendous audience at the Jubilee Hall last night after a hefty and amazing 6 week run.
the memories, the routine, the tragic, the magic and most importantly the people I will miss working with.
this family of crew and dedicated actors whom for that 6 weeks i've shared one roof, one space and one Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1104261511779208512004-12-28T11:04:00.000-08:002004-12-28T11:18:31.780-08:00
i never knew the magnitude of the destruction had my dad had not sat me down to watch the news on TV.
i cringed as i saw the rows and rows of decomposing corpses in make shift mass graves. death knows no color, religion, age, sex and origin. it has no name but, just a face.
saddened by the cruel twist of fate, i cannot help but stare blankly at the bitter irony that presented itself splashed Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1103699839173710982004-12-21T22:56:00.000-08:002004-12-21T23:17:19.173-08:00
as i sit infront of my ibook and collect my thoughts, thinking of the one word thing to sum up my 2004...
after 6 failed attempts and one ciggarette, i remember what Lisa Marie told me and i couldnt disagree less: UNEXPECTED
things just sort of fell into place and made room in my life. one mess after another that i hadn't planned for.
the work, the project, the places, the people, the faces andMelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1102387115204979122004-12-06T18:16:00.000-08:002004-12-06T18:44:01.280-08:00
5 more weeks of Aladdin. its turning out to be a very fun production to be it.. Karen is such a show stealer haha kudos to her for her ability and energy to banter and entice the audience, be it kids or adults.
well only 3 weeks more to Xmas and i hadn't started my shopping yet. Hell i dun even know what's gonna be happening except that its a show day, so i guess i'll be spending it with the Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1101278703960942432004-11-23T21:56:00.000-08:002004-11-23T22:45:03.960-08:00ahhh... the bitter sweet scent of uncertainty.
so the bridge is burnt, ties severed, and an end to a painstakingly forged working relationship over the past few years.
"all good things come to an end".
a new chapter.
just a quick re-cap on the events that happened since my last blog entry in *gasp* Oct...
- visit of the tai tai
- to go parts mass swap
- bump out for disney show
- game overMelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1098295735974591392004-10-20T11:00:00.000-07:002004-10-20T11:08:55.973-07:00
the chemical imbalance i'm experiencing now is likely a mixture of nicotine, sleep deprevation, caffine, endorphine and toothpaste.
ugh.
i dread the sunlight come dawn again.
out of the mite and into that light,
to the seeker i shall return
for another soothsayer shall speak,
to the end of time will i stand
the return to innocence.
the image of her in my head is the last time i will have Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1097648271892352062004-10-12T23:16:00.000-07:002004-10-12T23:17:51.893-07:00
beat.
i seem to have a routine about updating my blog.
once a month.
i just want to be happy.
Often we tend to forget the simple pleasures in life - fishing, sleeping, lazing, sipping on that piping hot coffee off the pot; just to name a few.
Are we all too caught up in mundane paper chases, rat races that only seem to epitomize the fact that we are all cosmopolitans in the ever-changing Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1095147590381505742004-09-14T00:38:00.000-07:002004-09-14T00:39:50.383-07:00
all those times
we had together
could never be replaced
the laughter
the tears
the morning breaking just for us
always remember
what you can never have
the magic
the faith
and the many little things that made you you.
and we laughed together
smiled at each other
holding our hands when we had no one to hold
and we walked together
though not forever
for once in my life
my world faded from Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1092807314246876562004-08-17T22:34:00.000-07:002004-08-17T22:35:50.603-07:00
meeeooowww.
Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1092806713180600262004-08-17T22:24:00.000-07:002004-08-17T22:30:28.900-07:00
Edge
The woman is perfected.
Her dead
Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
The illusion of a Greek necessity
Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
Her bare
Feet seem to be saying:
We have come so far, it is over.
Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
One at each little
Pitcher of milk, now empty.
She has folded
Them back into her body as petals
Of a rose close when the garden
Stiffens and Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1092806651467529432004-08-17T22:18:00.000-07:002004-08-17T22:31:25.603-07:00
Every now and then.
every now and then.
we soak up the bright glow of the sunshine
eternal demise we do not see infront of us.
the infinite sadness recoils a corner in my heart
like a stone epitaph weighing down upon my shoulders
these boulders which seem to be misplaced
"for whom the bell toils" seems like
an appropriate sermon come morning dew drops
upon my feet like a firewalker's on hot Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1092028986076885332004-08-08T21:47:00.000-07:002004-08-08T23:05:33.133-07:00
happy 39th National Day singapore! wave the red,white,crescent and stars high and above your heads with gusto and pride!
good bye to Shaun, Ryan, Ian and Cheryl.
globetrotters they will be when they travel half way round the world to pursue their dreams.
fly high my child!
here's a chronicle of the past week's events:
Zouk - Rafi came in 2nd at the Juice DJQuest. u rock bro!
MoxCafe - Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1091084603268559362004-07-29T00:01:00.000-07:002004-07-29T00:03:23.266-07:00
Listen up, ladies! Men love it when you:
1.Have the ability to tease, be playful and take a joke
2.Know that men are not, in fact, from Mars, and women are not from Venus
3.Wear our T-shirts and boxers
4.Call us out of the blue (if we're dating; not if we're practically strangers)
5.Kiss creatively
6.Have a social conscience and enjoy a good debate
7.Have an easy-going attitude about watching Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1090684597047074262004-07-24T08:54:00.000-07:002004-07-24T08:56:37.046-07:00
i just want to be an ordinary painkiller,
i don't want to be that drug traficker.
i pass each shadows in the alley holding on,
its your face i long to see come dawn.
i know this pain is not easy to let go,
i know the tragic events that unfold,
with your soothing voice you comfort me,
its the good in me that you see.
no longer broken in spirit and soul,
u keep me warm when nights are cold.
Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1090505503110205632004-07-22T07:10:00.000-07:002004-07-22T07:11:43.110-07:00
Sweeeet... Duuuude...
heh heh heh
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Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1090392326489219162004-07-20T23:37:00.000-07:002004-07-20T23:45:26.490-07:00
there are times when i feel like a cookie - all round and full of chips
there are times when i feel like a banana - yellow on the outside and white inside
there are times when i feel like a sour plum - sour on the outside with a hard pith inside
there are times when i feel like a Huskey in Singapore - all pretty outside but suffering underneath all that fur
there are times when i feel like the Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1090039968284509512004-07-16T21:51:00.000-07:002004-07-16T21:52:48.283-07:00
TODAY
Today is the greatest
Day I've ever known
Can't live for tomorrow,
Tomorrow's much too long
I'll burn my eyes out
Before I get out
I wanted more
Than life could ever grant me
Bored by the chore
Of saving face
Today is the greatest
Day I've ever known
Can't wait for tomorrow
I might not have that long
I'll tear my heart out
Before I get out
Pink ribbon scars
That never forget
I tried Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1089875667642946882004-07-15T00:13:00.000-07:002004-08-17T22:28:56.216-07:00
Vindicated
Hope, dangles on a string
Like slow spinning redemption
Winding in and winding out
The shine of it has caught my eye
Roped me in so mesmorizing
And so hypnotizing
I am captivated
I am...
Vindicated
I am selfish, I am wrong
I am right, I swear I'm right
Swear I knew it all along
And I am flawed
But I am cleaning up so well
I am seeing in me now
The things you swore you saw yourself
Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1089823811355950082004-07-14T09:47:00.000-07:002004-07-14T09:50:11.356-07:00
cylume [12:37 AM]:
i couldn't help but notice a poor and dirty looking girl sitting by the road side just now on my way back at sub station so i approached her and asked her if she was lost.
she did not say anything.
i asked her again if she was ok.
she looked at me with forlorn and tired eyes and no answer again.
i was feeling worried and dilemma set in. i did not know whether to accompanyMelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1089704027687048662004-07-13T00:23:00.000-07:002004-07-13T00:33:47.686-07:00
this is so surreal.
i am lying on a couch typing this blog while staying connected on a wireless network at where else but my work place.
surrealism at its best.
the past 2 months was nothing but hectic. pure hecticism (if there was such a word).
the wanning glow from the sun light passing through the dust coated window casts an impressionable setting of days gone by.
below the corridor, theMelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1089703022090234832004-07-13T00:14:00.000-07:002004-07-13T00:18:26.613-07:00
Things guys usually tell a girl when he's more keen to know what color her panties than what color flowers she likes:
- If he says he's "not ready for a relationship", he is spouting pure bullshit. This line means that there is somebody else. Often, several somebody elses. And he's not about to give them up for you. Of course, he'd be more than happy to string you along and keep getting action Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1089698468600915522004-07-12T23:00:00.000-07:002004-07-12T23:02:40.146-07:00
Mel needs to travel more!!~~
create your own visited country map
i've only done 2% of the world hahahaMelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1089132022874836052004-07-06T09:39:00.000-07:002004-07-06T09:42:48.356-07:00Corrinne May - Mr. Beasley
From the album "Fly Away"
You don't have to drive a fancy car
Don't have to quote me shakespear
Just to woo me
And i see your nervous laughter
When you're trying to crack some jokes
Well you don't fool me
I like to see your eyes through those goggles that you're wearing
Don't try to hide away
*Just be yourself Mr. Beasley
I don't need your show-off Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1089020880725629142004-07-05T02:45:00.000-07:002004-07-05T10:26:39.706-07:00i was once afraid of the dark too.
i never liked going into a room without the
lights on.
and for the longest of my childhood years i
slept with a night light on next to my bed.
whenever the lights were turned off and the room
encapsulated in darkness, my imagination would
go wild.
stories of boogey men and monsters under the bed
got the better of me and i felt the tinge of
fear and Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1087046201050987832004-06-12T06:16:00.000-07:002004-06-12T06:16:41.050-07:00
no one knows who the hand belongs to.
it has touched me and with it brings a solemn baring truth of the undermined.
allow not for the hand carries the wisp of happiness from your being.
i awake from my broken dreams, only to face the harshness that i never once thought it possible.
who shares the tears i flow?
who knows where the wind blows?
who can see through this hollow?
who can help me Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1086841459933493412004-06-09T21:13:00.000-07:002004-06-09T21:24:19.933-07:00
Brain cramps
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Question: If you could live forever, would you and why? Answer: "I would not live forever! , because we should not live forever, because if we were supposed to live forever, then we would live forever, but we cannot live forever, which is why I would not live forever," --Miss Alabama in the 1994 Miss USA contest.
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"Whenever I watch TV and Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1086233861207805162004-06-02T20:27:00.000-07:002004-06-02T20:46:58.303-07:00gingerly i pick up the missing pieces of my fragmented soul.
too long have i been caught up in the whirlwind to chase chasm dreams.
dreams that project surreal states to entice me into a higher state of being.
i feel trapped in this space, this device i've created for myself ( a sudden surge of deja vu hits me ).
i seem to have escalated this path before? can some one point me the general Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1081105159809410092004-04-04T11:45:00.000-07:002004-04-05T04:01:41.733-07:00dark and tormented.
is there an avenue out of this abyssmal device i am trapped in?
is there no voice of solace to scream out with?
is there no sign of a promised utopia in sight?
i take out the night breeze with a whisk of my hand and ponder what tomorrow brings,
"if this be the eternal damnation of waking from vanquished dreams, i do not want to wake from my slumber of hope"
i sit there Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-108079216725307022004-03-31T20:02:00.000-08:002004-03-31T20:05:25.186-08:00lately i've been talking to Lia a lot. almost everything about everything. well except about how the cosmos came to be. seems the projects and work are bogging her down. crunch time now, all the best Lia! you can do it! i pray for thee safe passage through the next few days.
currently working on Godspell, it has been a uplifting 3 days for me, especially since the last musical i worked on was Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1079286973412681342004-03-14T09:54:00.000-08:002004-03-14T09:58:33.810-08:00In a State
My mind IS in a state
Cause all I seem to do is take my FATE
Well I try a bigger space
But all the world are crushing at the gate
This time...
This time...
Reality's struck me between the eyes
My mind is in a state
As everything I miss it comes TOO late
So I try and disappear
TO DO there is only one way out of fear
This time...
This time...
Reality's struck me between the eyes
My Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1079277202568539962004-03-14T07:13:00.000-08:002004-03-14T10:00:07.640-08:00i told myself to not wallow in self pity again. i guess i couldn't keep to promises to myself.
in case some of you were wondering why i was exceptionally quiet and anti-social at yeasterday's dinner, i was feeling a sense of inadequacy. everyone else had a partner. i was just there sitting alone and replying to random questions thrown to me by random people. these people are good people; good Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1078892265644134222004-03-09T20:17:00.000-08:002004-03-09T20:20:01.263-08:00ok kick it up one notch in life... i got my G4 ibook last month... sweet man...
i'm loving it. i carry it all over town just to feel a sense of attachment to it hahaha...
but it nonetheless comes in handy when u have documents to go and exactly for that few moments live like an urban commuter.
i was just thinking on the bus home the other day: is it difficult to recover things u lost? is it hardMelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1077938406858018012004-02-27T19:12:00.000-08:002004-02-27T19:22:11.326-08:00busy? thats generally the excuse most ppl give when they stop doing something that used to be a routine. i admit its laziness.
i gotta tell ya, the past 2 months have been a roller coaster ride for me. discovering and rediscovering things that i did not have and once had but lost.
i tried my hand at playing the dating game again and got the result i kinda expected. not that i'm brutally Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1074530282164063462004-01-19T08:38:00.000-08:002004-01-19T08:39:26.903-08:00have i gone mad?
churning out entry after entry tonight...
making up for lost time my chap!
no time to waste, no time to waste!
there is no time like the present!
yea like real.
Nic. dun laugh. i mean it. i really meant that message.
i love Ikea!!
ok ladies and gents reading this haphazard article, please bear with my nonsensical ramblings...
you have to understand i haven't been blogging Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1074529733705324272004-01-19T08:28:00.000-08:002004-01-19T08:31:03.360-08:00i've become a beer snob.
eversince that visit to IceColdBeer.
i won't settle anything less than Boddington's or Hoegardden.
ah, 3 more days to CNY. have you done your spring cleaning?
time to deck the halls with troughs of bak kwa and chingcheong kachangs around the coffee table.
stock up on the drinks and tidy up that desk your mom always points to in despair.
which reminds me i need to get myMelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1074529124913458852004-01-19T08:18:00.000-08:002004-01-19T08:20:55.843-08:00alright peeps... first of all i would like to apologies to those who have been visiting my blog for the past 2 months only to see the same old shite... yes i've been more lazy than busy i admit... haha...
so in a nut shell to sum up what i've been up to since my last entry on... woW! 1st Nov! Sweet Bloody Mary of Tie!! hahaha
Nov:
- New York trip (thank you Addy babe and your parents! thank youMelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1067653457303102762003-10-31T18:11:00.000-08:002004-01-19T08:08:50.936-08:00as i embark on yet another journey on the train, i can't help but wonder if i'm reliving a dream.
the familiar seats, the people, the same old music playing in my Nomad and taking out the same little dog-eared notebook and scribbling similar world-weary thoughts.
time is like a circle; we wake up only to realise we've lived this moment before, a feeling of deja-vu, forever trapped in this frame Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1067356088348055402003-10-28T07:46:00.000-08:002003-10-28T07:48:31.733-08:00the pain.
the pain is not going to go away.
i looked at the mirror and tried to make it go away.
it wouldn't go away.
why is it still there?
i stand staring at the reflection mortified.
a sick feeling retched up my guts.
the kind of feeling you get when you see a road kill splattered in front of you.
i tried thinking happy thoughts, of faraway places filled with lush green fields of open, where Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1066936595465804472003-10-23T12:14:00.000-07:002003-10-23T12:17:32.126-07:00ORD loh!
Matchstick Men. Good.
fucking good twist in the end.
Alison Lohman put a very refreshing and outstanding performance.
Nick Cage... he's da man.
Ok Marilynn u're another person on my list of "People who inspire me to SO get my tatoo".
WoooooooOOOOOOO!
my arm still fucking stings.
thanks Karrie. thanks for the bandaging. work on it.
time for a cig.Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1066837513140279912003-10-22T08:43:00.000-07:002003-10-22T08:45:12.630-07:00never never never never ever jam ur front brakes when ur going at nearly 20kmph on a mountain bike.
i learnt this painful lesson today.
infact i'm still icing my swollen knee cap.
abrasions aside i should be up and kicking in about 3 days, given the abrasions dry up.
sigh.
and to add to the trauma my fucking pouch zip burst open, and i was forced to leave it at my work place and cycle home with 2Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1066500513946516402003-10-18T11:08:00.000-07:002003-10-18T11:08:33.986-07:00art is a constant journey of no fixed juxtapositions.
it is a fusion of cultures being transformed and reinvented.
that is art in its continium process.Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1066412889037057532003-10-17T10:46:00.000-07:002003-10-17T10:48:08.516-07:00i've been busy and...well.. actually lazy... to update my bog..
i apologise. all will be revealed in due time.
its like whenever i come back, i'll be too tired to think about what to write in my blog.
sigh...
time for a cig.Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1065025910041238972003-10-01T09:26:00.000-07:002003-10-01T09:31:49.873-07:00i'm in a good mood today.
got a Sony cybershot yesterday, Dad's birthday yesterday, got my mac back, sent my applications to Deakin and Swinburne, met up with Ron and Mel and had my fav pasta for dinner!
i'm in a good mood today.
what are the chances that such a day will come along again soon? not very high i'm afraid.
well the funny thing is most people will tend to have the "aim high at least Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1064250199608853312003-09-22T10:03:00.000-07:002003-09-22T10:03:19.706-07:00
the weekend was a blast...
tho tiring but very enriching and fufilling.
i'm currently part of the Wild Rice crew playing this out reach programme called "Wild @ Heart".
its a arts outreach programme targetted at bringing a arts presence into the HDB estates.
there were items like a painting pen, installation area, Lomo photography contest, chalk drawing and even a star search.
it was Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1063910611121567522003-09-18T11:43:00.000-07:002003-09-18T12:11:07.730-07:00
celine got me into this friendsters.com e-circle thingy and i realised a few of my other frens are in it too...
hmm wonder who else is on...
stayed at home and played "Life as a Decomposite"; starring ME.
it was pretty cool... the props were all there...stage and lighting design fantastic...
the opening was a little draggy... the actor din know where to begin. he looked like he was fumbling onMelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1063309107598652312003-09-11T12:38:00.000-07:002003-09-11T12:41:13.103-07:00
it has been 9 days since i last updated my blog.
just came back from hitting the road. home to town to ECP and back. my legs and back are killing me but i feel great.
today is a day of rememberance: Sept 11.
we remember the 2800 lives lost for a worthless cause.
we remember the brave and valiant who fought for humanity.
we remember the terror that ensued.
we remember the day the world changed Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1062509108703230812003-09-02T06:25:00.000-07:002003-09-02T06:26:57.043-07:00as with many of my seniors and those before me, i'm in a four letter word.
MOOD.
yes, i am clearing my leave now and will ORD come October.
looking back, 2 and half years was really a blast.
i really enjoyed my stint serving as a combat medic, and a specialist at that too.
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i just returned Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1060752160204620752003-08-12T22:22:00.000-07:002003-08-12T22:24:16.320-07:00Life's Laws
1. The two most common elements in the universe are hydrogen and stupidity.
2. If at first you don't succeed, skydiving is not for you.
3. Money can't buy happiness, but it sure makes misery easier to live with.
4. Deja moo: The feeling that you've heard this bull before.
5. Psychiatrists say that 1 of 4 people is mentally ill. Check three friends. If they're OK, you're it.
6. Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1060751982161566192003-08-12T22:19:00.000-07:002003-08-12T22:20:35.693-07:00The past few days have been a real illusion.
Can't seperate truth from fiction, dream from reality...ya'know, that kinda state.
not experiencing an OD but maybe just feeling a little under the weather.
remember my fren Joshua? he's the guy who keeps complaining and taking credit for his
"innate ability to affect random probabilties of reality around me with a negative outcome".
perhaps some of Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1060302992114140252003-08-07T17:36:00.000-07:002003-08-07T17:36:32.113-07:00Encountered this situation few months back...was at cine-leisure with Mark and Lawrence when we wanted to get a few drinks from cheers and have a ciggie break when this vulture of a security guard came over and told us to leave the premise, reason being no bikes allowed.
"Wait you knock into other people how?"
Marked snapped, "But do you see me riding now? I'm pushing it lor"
Being physically Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1060146657994595382003-08-05T22:10:00.000-07:002003-08-05T22:13:13.626-07:00I've learnt to accept and adjust to the fact that no one can force love. It is a matter of circumstances that paves direction to where a relationship is going.
There were times when I questioned myself "why?" and do not wish to accept that she was gone.
As the suns and moons passed, I woke up and relieved myself of a chronic headache: i learnt that she may be the "perfect" girl for me but may notMelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1059741277935156572003-08-01T05:34:00.000-07:002003-08-01T05:34:37.873-07:00god created the world.
god created us.
god created emotions.
emotions such as love, hate, anger, sadness.
when there's love there's hate.
some love while others hate.
there are those that love to hate.
i can feel the hate running through me again.
and on the other hand there's the love.
the love of life.
the gift of life.
Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1059491508814529402003-07-29T08:11:00.000-07:002003-07-29T08:19:58.746-07:00the weekend was good...
i've never felt such jubilation for such a long time...
it has been some time since i last felt at ease with going down to town with friends, amidst all the crowd and mindless zombies.
its not that i never enjoyed any of the past gatherings, but somehow there was always the 'duh' factor in there.
i guess it all boils down to the fact that its been quite some time since iMelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1058375522255586122003-07-16T10:12:00.000-07:002003-07-16T10:12:43.933-07:00bombastication was never my agenda.
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i sometimes like to write long long words that people dun understand.
i sometimes also dunno what i thinking.
maybe i confused.
but often i have frens to go out with me to eat, play and have fun.
then i not confused.
my fren Heng say i like to use cheem words.
but i show him not all the time i use cheem words.
Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1058360235391120152003-07-16T05:57:00.000-07:002003-07-16T05:57:15.460-07:00phew.
i never thought i could get this here.
a close shave.
it poured like the sky owed us hydration for centuries the moment i stepped into the comfort of my apartment.
then again, i know deep down inside the streak will not last. never.
it never does.
i seem to have an innate ability to attract blight and misery.
i am a walking body of pestilence.
sorrow fill every room i enter.
rage engulfs Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1057724563147385602003-07-08T21:22:00.000-07:002003-07-08T21:22:43.173-07:00Got this story from a friend.
I was thinking since I haven't anything nice to write or post this week; oh what the hell...
seem like some chicken soup for the Jaded soul...
"Two traveling angels stopped to spend the night in the home of a wealthy family.
The family was rude and refused to let the angels stay in the mansion's guest room.
Instead the angels were given a small space in the coldMelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1057036233556819272003-06-30T22:10:00.000-07:002003-06-30T22:11:29.196-07:00 darkness falls
i dance in the awakening of the pale moonlight
feeling the whisk of the cold night
i trample on the brittle fallen leaves
beneath my feet they crumple and break
i breathe and see my misty fog
there's a halo round the chimmeney
i look past the endless forest trail
a distant howl echoes through the clearing
i turn and see the shadows
as quickly as the dusk they disappear
i recallMelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1056721259809165752003-06-27T06:40:00.000-07:002003-06-27T06:41:18.163-07:00
la oscuridad me encapsula esta noche.
siento los temblores de mi corazón pesado.
no puedo ver más allá de los sueños flotantes.
grito mismo seco yo le hice una oferta buonas noches.
the darkness encapsulates me tonight.
i feel the tremors of my heavy heart.
i cannot see beyond the floating dreams.
i cry myself dry.
i bade you goodnight.Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1056689273884532782003-06-26T21:47:00.000-07:002003-06-26T21:49:12.456-07:00mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine
mine we mine mine mine mine mine mine
mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine
mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine
mine mine mine own mine mine mine mine
mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine
mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine
mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine
mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine
mine mine mine your mine mine mine Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1056124470328483782003-06-20T08:54:00.000-07:002003-06-21T00:22:06.790-07:00its is finally going to happen. i turn 23 when the clock strikes twelve at midnight tonight.
"i want nothing more than to spend the day by the beach, sipping my Pina Colada away while burying myself in a book."
*wooosh*
blows out candles on cake.Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-1056124395119662082003-06-20T08:53:00.000-07:002003-06-20T08:53:14.996-07:00this is a another attempt at trying to save my blog...
better than nothing.
nontheless, apologies to those who have been visiting my blog and seeing a half-wasted piece of cyber-crap.
blogger has changed its user interface so technically problems would be lesser.
than again i wouldn't count the chances.
Cest la vieMelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-954218492003-06-07T19:37:00.000-07:002003-06-07T19:37:54.243-07:00wassup with this place man??
can't a guy post a decent blog without having too much trouble?
sigh.
bad dreams again last night.
Apologies Iannie for disturbing you.Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-953033312003-06-04T15:23:00.000-07:002003-06-04T15:23:26.123-07:00"everything that can go wrong will go wrong." - murphy's law.
it has manifested itself.
i lost my old blog template.
i want to hang myself and shoot myself with so much prozac that it hurts.
Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-951825962003-06-02T00:54:00.000-07:002003-06-07T19:39:01.000-07:00the past four days has been a hot hell.
literally.
lest i was outfield in the sweltering sun, i managed to engage in a fairly interesting conversation with one of my officers.
it was about the balance in life. about Murphy's Law. about social status.
i find him a pretty learned and motivated person.
the kind of officer that one has not come across in a long time.
one who does what he is supposedMelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-948314292003-05-24T09:41:00.000-07:002003-05-24T09:51:05.000-07:00i look to the far horizon beyond my window and see a bird.
20 min later another fly past.
deja vu or routine?
have we all grown numb to our surrounding?
[don't be afraid to open your mouth and say what comes to your mind.
say what your heart sings to, your mind can never change unless you ask it to.
re-arrange the thoughts that make you mad, the things that bring you down can only harm you.
so Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-947341472003-05-22T05:44:00.000-07:002003-05-22T05:44:56.183-07:00i feel brutally detached from the rest of the world today. i cannot contain the sudden urge to pen my brain noise this very moment.
i see no justice in the prejudices that have surfaced; no sense of belonging to this existence; no place to let of the bottled up frustration but this piece of make-believe cooked-up fantasy world that i have conjured.
in a blink of an eye i cease to function Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-946615802003-05-20T18:31:00.000-07:002003-05-20T18:32:16.000-07:00sound wave.
blood tests.
composite failures.
instigated obsessions.
colloquail mishaps.
prolonged intention.
permitted fallacies.
limited freedom.
this is the voice of the nether generation.
a generation of pain.Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-940533592003-05-09T07:34:00.000-07:002003-05-09T07:34:33.116-07:00Distance
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2 steps away. So close yet so far.
It seemed an eternity's distance.
I can almost reach, but can't bring myself to touch her.
Her eyes, her lips, her skin, her hands;
Her voice, the second most comforting thing in my world.
At least of all the things I know.
How I long to be with her again.
To be happy again.
Through the ashes of time I have found comfort and solace in theseMelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-939310492003-05-07T08:16:00.000-07:002003-05-07T08:18:52.000-07:00Depeche Mode's classic Somebody.
a fucking swell cover by Veruca Salt. Lousie Post's voice is so sultry and seductuve... *drool*
SOMEBODY
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I want somebody to share
Share the rest of my life
Share my innermost thoughts
Know my intimate details
Someone who'll stand by my side
And give me support
And in return
She'll get my support
She will listen to me
When I want to speak
About Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-935934302003-05-01T06:41:00.000-07:002003-05-01T06:45:28.000-07:00 Always Again
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all those times
we had together
could never be replaced
the laughter
the tears
the morning breaking just for us
always remember
what you can never have
the magic
the faith
and the many little things that made you you.
and we laughed together
smiled at each other
holding our hands when we had no one to hold
and we walked together
though not forever
for onceMelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-934629642003-04-29T06:15:00.000-07:002003-04-29T09:46:22.000-07:00Dear Visitor:
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its there wherever I turn...
no matter how hard I try to avoid them i bump into them.
there's too much noise in my head...
somehow I wish the banging would stop so I can get peace...
and would anyone hear my cry for help? no...
i feel so alone and left out.
it feels like the world has forgotten about me...
hello Mr Head, its been sometime since we had a conversation..Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-929812842003-04-21T06:42:00.000-07:002003-04-21T06:42:55.840-07:00So what the hell is happy noise?
Well... it's happy.... and noisy.... and extremely annoying!
Yes!
Packed with headaches and gut-wrenching fun!!
It is just simply unexplainable.....why the hell did I write this stuff in the first place?
I don't know!
Now I think I'll drool like a baby.
Wait, no I won't; I think I'll attempt to explain Happy Noise!
But remember, this is not for you.
In Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461657.post-929757592003-04-21T03:38:00.000-07:002003-04-21T03:42:45.000-07:00Somewhere I Belong
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When this began
I had nothing to say
And I'd get lost in the nothingness inside of me
I was confused
And I let it all out to find /that I'm
Not the only person with these things in mind
Inside of me
But all the vacancy the words revealed
Is the only real thing that I've got left to feel
Nothing to lose
Just stuck/hollow and alone
And Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444416062762598888noreply@blogger.com