Saturday, May 28, 2005
nothing.entwined,
their fingers engaged in a
poignant dance of romance.
the gentle embrace from palm to palm,
sealed as a promise of love.
of innocent adoration,
her eyes sparkled with fancy.
the pretty boy smiled
as he tightened his grasp around her
delicate, fair fingers.
despite the physical discomfort,
her heart knew only to feel the ecstasy of
pretty pink hearts.
what he felt was merely human nature-
the swell in his pants,
and the unspoken mission of spreading his
seeds. (kudos to me- for i thought of such a phrase.)
afterall, that was his role to play.
following the tradition;
the call of the innate beast,
he flashed a final smile.
and as the ignorant
female kissed him,
he succumbed to his instinct.
duh.
tired. written with some help from experience and friends.
NOTICE THE SINGULARITY OF "EXPERIENCE"?
yeah- i am not that casanova-istic as you guys deemed me as.
hur-hur..
gotta get back to my chinese-
all the best to me.
till then,
prism.
posted by Pepsi on 8:59 PM
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Thursday, May 26, 2005
0171.my lucky number.
all the best to me.
sign off,
mr potato.
posted by Pepsi on 3:52 PM
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Wednesday, May 25, 2005
bursts of sad inspirations.;broken this fragile thing now,
and i can't, i can't pick up the pieces;
she's still on my mine,
part of me say: what if she has feelings for me?
another says: there's no way she could.
i told her before,
but it seemed so one-sided in the end.
if only i could get an answer.
but i guessed she doesn't even visits my blog anymore.
;you're the only one
but do you feel the same?;
arrr.. on to some serious matter.
besides thinking about her,
school's the only thing that is killing me now.
chn is scaring the hell outta me.
compre has screwed me up since i entered upon upper sec.
and rightnow i somehow hope that she will drop me a tag?
RIGHT.
wake up boon kiat.
stop day-dreaming!
her innocence once sparked me off.
now burning i am,
yet amidst this silent vapors.
falling i am,
the futile brawl for the lifeline.
can anyone catch my scream?
sign off,
casanova.
posted by Pepsi on 6:18 PM
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Tuesday, May 24, 2005
#' i am plugged in and i just wanna rock.'#staring out the rain with a heavy heart,
your eyes revelates your thoughts.
these pictures of you,
my epitomes of happiness.
eeww. sounds mushy- but i like it.
pardon me for writing this.
i will continue regardless of what u gonna say.
hur hur..
amidst this silence,
a wake-up call.
your voice pulls me back relentlessly.
i was enamored,
yet you were never in love. hmm..
in the middle of the night,
i am screaming out loud.
i am caught in this vortex of desolation.
i make a silent prayer,
someone pls save me somehwr in his grace.
sitting back here,
with a broken invocation,
caught in the midst of isolation,
u left me out-
i found no solace.
laying daown right here,
i am feeling so lonely.
my paper heart's riped and it's bleeding.
ironically though. duh.
in this despair,
i whispered a prayer.
i wished you were here.
sign out,
ya ya papaya- nah nah banana.
just being crappy here.
posted by Pepsi on 7:37 PM
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Monday, May 23, 2005
spasticity.the below explicit is nth got to do with spasticity.
haa.. i am trying to dig out words to fit into the title.
and i have chosen "spasticity" for no other reason other than satisfaction.
My dreams have been troubling lately.
Often I wake up feeling more depressed than anything else.
For me, when the day ends when I go to sleep,
it ends right there.
My life is broken up into days and nights all the time
because there is hardly any continuation from one another.
One day I can be thinking and feeling like that, and after waking up I feel like a completely different person,
all the time.
I'm hardly the same person every day.
One day I may firmly believe in something,
and the next day after I wake up
I'd be the complete opposite.
Maybe that's why I can never stick to anything real.
And every night,
my life just doesn't go into pause mode until I'm awake again.
I feel like I'm living out every second of my dream,
waking up older and having more experience,
except that everything in the dream is out of control.
And then I get the depression,
either that all I've tried so hard to do in the dream has come
to nothing in 'real life';
or, when my dreams actually manifest what I was thinking,
fearing or hoping for in the day,
I wake up realizing that I still have to face all that bit in the future
and that my dreams amount to nothing at all.
And then sometimes I get those dreams
where I do things so disturbing that I'd change my opinion of myself completely.
If dreams are prophetic
then I fear what I'm gonna become,
or what's ahead of me in the future.
Every night I go to sleep hating to break away from what
I've resolved -- the fact that I'm at peace with everything.
And then in the morning
I'm at a totally different place altogether.
My dreams force me to go back to square one again,
and I've to struggle through the day until I get to night time again.
Like I'm some kinda fly that only has a lifespan of one day.
More often that not I'm confused more than anything else.
Last night I dreamt again that I was in NS,
the depression then the relief and the resolve I felt in the dream was real.
Then I woke up and I had to drag my feet to the toilet realizing that I hadn't actually gone through any of that.
am i crazy? duh.
just trying my very best to feel the empty spaces.
my apologies if today's post bore you.
sry!
sign off,
toothy-overbite.
posted by Pepsi on 1:27 PM
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Sunday, May 22, 2005
pitter patter drippity drop.she was a gregarious girl,
the world seemed to revolve around her;
it included me.
she had those kinds spontaneous laughter that drove me crazy.
she was eveything i wasn't..
my results are screwed.
i guess.
i can't get things outta my head!
arghh.
in the meanwhile,
i will just settle for being mad.
a slit of the wrist could solve it all.
do that if that's all you got.
cos i am not settling for running away. duh.
love's in the air, but i am not breathing in any.
trouble's brewing, but i am not the ingredient. hopefully.
yea THIS IS ME.
will be real busy for these few weeks,
so bear with it?
love's not in my league now.
i'm just too busy to bother about other ppls problem.
going to be missing in action soon. hmmm...
just for your information,
life hasn't been smooth,
just negative.
STRESSED.
HEARTACHES.
positively,
i am still living.
i just need someone to talk to.
i saw a light at the end of the tunnel,
wait a minute.
why is it flickering??
NOOO!!!!
till later,
chocsalova.
posted by Pepsi on 7:09 PM
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