so you sailed away into a grey sky morning.

let's set our hearts on self destruct.

Wednesday, November 30

okay, so i haven't been updating,
and yeah, that's my fault.

apologies.

anyway, went through alot of
stuff during that non-updated-blog-period.

something like, falling in "love"
and falling out also.
i've realised that i've been looking sad
and feeling shitty, and the only cure to
that is nice hot milo that i cannot
be bothered to make.

i can't blame prem or intan.
i like prem. but since things went
the other way, then there isn't
much left to do but be happy for him.
so i am.

there i said it.

and moving on.

but then maybe there's something,
feelings that never went away,
hidden feelings, shit like that.
i don't know.

yesterday i played in the rain
with my best friend who was supposed
to attend prom but didn't.
i love her alot, if i hadn't reminded anyone.

i also love diana.

so what happens now?

Tuesday, November 8




there she goes again.

Sunday, November 6

A thousand times the worse,
to want thy light.
Love goes toward love,
as schoolboys from their books;
But love from love,
toward school with heavy looks.




Romeo: What lady is that which doth enrich
the hand Of yonder knight?
Servant: I know not, sir.
Romeo: O! she doth teach the torches to burnbright.
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear;
Beauty too rich for use,
for earth too dear!
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,
As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
The measure done,
I'll watch her place of stand,
And, touching hers,
make blessed my rude hand.
my heart love till now?
forswear it, sight!
For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.


i think i've fallen.

Alas! poor of me, for i am already dead;
stabbed with a white wench's black eye;
shot through the ear with a love-song;
the very pinof my heart cleft with
the blind bow-boy's butt-shaft.

stairway to heaven,
stairway to you.


think of beautiful.

Thursday, November 3

happy raya.


i try to say goodbye
and i choke,
i try to walk away
and i stumble,
though i try to hide it,
it's clear,
my world tumbles
when you are not here.


WHAT SNOW CAP?