Sunday, August 19, 2007

Just dont be like that today.




Quickly the laziness sets in to not blog as often. I will soon when I have the gathered energy.




You dont really want to mess with me today just because alittle something something didnt go your way. I'm trying not to be like that some day. I dont give a shit untill you invade my space just go away.


Do we always have to cry, where would you run from all these, you are living a lie.


Hate is what the world can see lately. It's all a card game, we just place our bets, why would you care, they can forget even to call each other, baby.


Beating myself with my thoughts but I cant put it to an end with the tip of my knife. Life's a lesson and we'll know it when we are through.



It is fine and we both feel the same way, loosing our pride was our fear, now not being ready is our worry.


Living the life was a whole lot more difficult, moving with the flow was a whole lot easier.


Then she meant I love you, and what makes you think she didnt mean I hate you?


I'm looking out of my window from the world that takes you away, tell me why is this so disgusting. I want to be on my way. Tell me why. It will be ok.


Wide and convex len snaps, caught the glimps of your sadness, is there a better place I can take me. Tired of checking myself, check yours.


Tunes fade, old memories last, the love felt; lost. Thoughts unspoken, screamed yet unheard. Teared but aborbed, want something done right, maybe you should do it yourself. Why the heck to make somebody like me, I could use some help. My life has been what till now? Why would I want to hurt someone like me, how could I do myself like that, I need to come back.


It's done, the repeated feeling when I see something that reminds me of you. Why the heck was I so forgiving. Why the heck did they try so hard. WHY?

Then I want to hear the angel's sing.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Well sometimes the Worlds is such a disgusting place right, cause there's always going to have someone stab you in the back, or may turn a deaf ear to you when one probably needs it the most. Then again thats like politics, taking no sides yet going against them, like a double headed Basilisk leaving nothing but a deadly trail of venom in the wake of its path. Life is perhpas the more difficult task to perform, death is simeple, there'd be no tomorrow to worry about, not threats from others to decide. But only sinners comit suicide, god has given each of us LIFE, so that each of us can make a decision for a better tomorrow. Memories of course are there to stay, as it is perhaps what we cherish the most. Love and lost is better then not having love and lost, the feelings left behind may be dreadful, sometimes unbearable, but thats merely a wall put up by God. He sits there on the wall, and says "c'mon you can do it, climb over the challenge which I have placed before you." Right, so live life to the fullest, such that everyday shall be lived without regret till Judgement day to come. For within each of us, there is the fire to live, just how much air we pump it to keep it up and going.


"Sometimes we seem to see hate more than love as we have that haunting confusion between both."
The leader in obivious ways but he is scared and humbled away when the truth arise one day. He fed the rich and abandon the poor, he taught the blind to walk and he helped the lame to see. Nothing more than it seems, as how contradicing life can be. To seek that path still in search to be enlighten by our very ownself and to forget knowing the rest.

About Me

Singapore, Serangoon Gardens.
I wouldnt say I'm that much of a simple guy who lives down the street with little motives running through his head, cause that wouldnt be me neither would it be that simple. Like most and all others, a man who transits between his faith, hopes and downs back to reality where either or neither both be found. If I was to state me as simple, then it places my aims to the test. Defying the oughts of nothing but the simple truth, sad and drown, torn yet driven to find out why and the reason he was brought here in aid to comprehend his fingerprints and the complex map as if a form of hardcore tattoo arcoss his palm printed; he urges his story to unfold, crushes the young chapters but alike an innocent kid, places it under his pillow. What will you do if you came back to life and held the object and subject who killed you? To meet and yet be part of the director of this enticing thriller yet dramatic plot of my life.