Under Repair
current obsession: dancing. (in b/g i go: shake shake shake to my luuuu~~~)
current song: Jennifer Lopez's Get Right (it's nice k. dont gimme that face. *wipes it off*)
Under Repair
a cut and you see blood.
a stab and you see blood.
a slash and you see-
hell.
blood bond---
broken.
a short...erm...stanza of words written in less than a minute, but contains a hell lot of feelings that accumulated over a looonnggg period of time. argh. it's so hard to articulate. sometimes i think people use poems to cover up what they really mean so that people wont find out. it's a way of expressing yourself yet hide what you wanna say. HAH. anyway, i like the title. hoho. (btw, i'm kinda Vobsessed with the words "blood bond". love the B..B.. lovely. aahaha)
nothing much to say...
cept for the same ole stuff that i'm bombarded with homework. hah. what's new. well, this time, on top of hmk, i have my TSD A level prelims to do. argh. am directionless. am mugging plato now in hope of inspiration. sometimes i wonder why didnt i just do acting. but i'm happy with myself that i'm still perservering. i dont really care if i screw up my mime cos i still have my group piece to back me up a little. am lucky. but it shall not be a reason for me to slack my arse off.
plato oh plato.
anyway, some quotes to share:
"Eternity is the keyboard of a piano, and Time is the hand that strikes the notes." -James Dunne
"In the halt between stations, the mental emptiness deepens."-T.S. Eliot
"Why is growing up a decline? Is this part of nature's plan, this slow slipping down toward the grave?" -(forgot who)
(and yes Farah, if u're reading this, i did use my handphone to take down these little quotes from a library book. ahaha.)
world peace,
vane
current song: Jennifer Lopez's Get Right (it's nice k. dont gimme that face. *wipes it off*)
Under Repair
a cut and you see blood.
a stab and you see blood.
a slash and you see-
hell.
blood bond---
broken.
a short...erm...stanza of words written in less than a minute, but contains a hell lot of feelings that accumulated over a looonnggg period of time. argh. it's so hard to articulate. sometimes i think people use poems to cover up what they really mean so that people wont find out. it's a way of expressing yourself yet hide what you wanna say. HAH. anyway, i like the title. hoho. (btw, i'm kinda Vobsessed with the words "blood bond". love the B..B.. lovely. aahaha)
nothing much to say...
cept for the same ole stuff that i'm bombarded with homework. hah. what's new. well, this time, on top of hmk, i have my TSD A level prelims to do. argh. am directionless. am mugging plato now in hope of inspiration. sometimes i wonder why didnt i just do acting. but i'm happy with myself that i'm still perservering. i dont really care if i screw up my mime cos i still have my group piece to back me up a little. am lucky. but it shall not be a reason for me to slack my arse off.
plato oh plato.
anyway, some quotes to share:
"Eternity is the keyboard of a piano, and Time is the hand that strikes the notes." -James Dunne
"In the halt between stations, the mental emptiness deepens."-T.S. Eliot
"Why is growing up a decline? Is this part of nature's plan, this slow slipping down toward the grave?" -(forgot who)
(and yes Farah, if u're reading this, i did use my handphone to take down these little quotes from a library book. ahaha.)
world peace,
vane
