Thursday, April 19, 2007
academy of mass orgasmic sound
i'm powerless holding the pencil. something says it's not as cracked up as it's made to be... ok so i lost the foothold. ok so made some show. how is it still unknown? er here makes me seem high.
i'm in an academy of mass orgasmic sound.
6:59 PM
Thursday, April 05, 2007
Questions for Sabine
hush now, the sound of your voice is deadly to the ears. breathe in the hopeless fallacy that is me. would you ever learn? do you want to hear? a bat is all the more atuned than you. your imagery is everdeceiving. please, don't make me the fool.
meet me midnight, we could walk alone together, we could steal the night forever. your love's the only lone flower it'll be the end of time. you are kind and mentally blind, are you really fine?
what is this slinky feeling?
stop this. block this. fuck this.
I wish i could wish it all away.
10:58 AM
Saturday, March 03, 2007
here, i write you.
this is as(muchas)clarity's gonna get(to you)... no?
i stand, willingly, before you.
pleading, dreaming, bleeding
for you to see past pride, charade, ashen lies.i am what i am.i am a shy desert cactus.i am what i am.i am nothing, if but the secret soul's survivori am what i am.
as my soul burns;
i dance.
i am what i am.as my mind slips;
i creep.
i am what i am.as my heart yearns;i sink.i am what i am.the Fates sings of the fool that i am.i am what i am.a harbinger of empty abandon.i am what i am.a body in blatant despair.i am what i am.a lone heart. a phony warrior. a bleeding grin.i am what i am.i am, if not, in plain sight, a girl not unburdened by wants or desires.i am a sparrow, ugly songbird nonetheless;i sing to you. for you.oh yes indeed. you.i am my parchment, i am my quill;there, i write you.for i am, this morbid person, ambiguousness itself.Labels: this ambiguousness alone
3:03 PM
Sunday, February 25, 2007
capable hands.
capable hands.
i see
capable hands.
battered and bruised are those capable, heinous hands.
oozing ostentatiousness,
your insolent clamour insinuates;
fear shall mar your all.
Labels: capable, hands
7:08 AM
Friday, December 08, 2006
i'll quit you. soon.
now i know where you are.
now you know what i am.this is never an experiment.not a bloody phase.only the floor of this being's painful honesty.i told you.yet you didn't believe.i'm sorry you don't get. i'm sorry i didn't say.i quit this.i quit you.i will in time.i will i swear.time will cover heartbreak.time shall heal the frayed sides of this soul.you don't know.you never will.cause this is where it parts. this is where goodbye ends.
6:08 AM
Friday, December 01, 2006
Pains, Stains and Underlying Morals.
right, just to announce aloud, i'm here to blog FOR SOMEONE... you know who you are.
finally, today i decided to leave my safe cocoon haven of a home, in more ways than one.
call me anti-social, call me a coward.
anything works.
so I went to town, with Jenny and Yin Ping. two most eventful events that are worth mentioning:
A,
Happy Feet is really a great show. (See positive reviews/rants at Flixster) But while i was watching the movie, the irony hit me that having marched all up and down town, my "Feet" was not at all "Happy".
oh, all the pain.
it kills.
lame irony, you say?
well, i say, take it or leave it.
B,
finding No. 2 of the day is that Jenny supposedly has "no luck", "bad luck" or a case of bad karma. Today memories that she aren't keen about caught up with her (through/from out my wide mouth no less) and new ones that she ain't glad to have.
iho, the worst thing happened to her. this is how it goes, hot shot host, Miss Medium Love (please translate to Chinese at your own discretion. as i have no idea what's her name in English.) decided to go on the streets of town, PREYING on unsuspecting streetwalkers, attempting to search for fresh fodder to feed hungry Chinese Tv producers and execs. While, we, the fodder, supposedly oozing freshness (why else would she pick us? at random?), walked unknowingly into malicious booby trap.
Actually, the trap was in fact a long, thus unavoidable strip along Orchard Road. There, her watchful eyes met that one of our gaze (not me, I was staring at the ground for lucky quarters &/nickels) and instantly her sights focused. All three of us, upon discovering to our absolute horror that cameras are involved, made a mad dash to safety. But then, her varnish-tainted nails dug into an arm, poor old Jenny's to be exact, and forced her iron-clad grip of doom upon her. Unbeknownst to Yin Ping and I that while we got away successful, Jenny was caught!
Miss Medium Love interrogated poor Jenny for a steady train of unopiniated, unbiased youth opinions about same old same old like peer pressure, tattoos, the "myth" mentos + coke and all that garbage, inflicting not only mortal wounds but gut-wrenching pain as well. Despite several obvious attempts to leave, MML (short, easily to type) refused to let her.
In the end, Jenny walked away safe, with a fractured ego and some growing phobia for ChU programmes, but nevertheless changed a different woman.
Underlying moral?: Never walk past a wacky host, personnel, camera and sound crew discussing together without being cautious. As we've seen in this case, it's lethal to the heart.
and finally C,
i have seen all lights and tasted flesh. i know all this in the manner of packaging. i've learnt much more yet i have not grown. The paper connection became evident.
in this frame of mind,
it's best caution to feed the kind.
2:42 AM
Thursday, November 23, 2006
oh, the plasticity...its purpose eludes me.
12:58 AM
