nadh(:

nahh. im pretty happy. yea right.

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October 2006

...KISS AND TELL

 

...LOVE AUTHOR

layout design, coding,  photo-editing,

by ice angel

Brushes- 1| 2
actual image- 1

So many things left unsaid, yet none would escape her lips. Through her fingers they spoke;

Sadness tugged at the sleeve of happiness,
Pleading not to be forgotten.
Bound by guilt and sympathy, he obliged.
So always will her memory be woven,
And Embedded in the tapestry of our minds
No matter how thin the thread, how vague the pattern
As long as it stays, untouched and silent
Never will it be forgotten

:( death waits for no one. it lingers somewhere along fate's path, ready to devour. however, life as it is doesn't end there. it is just the beginning of another road, another journey. a hidden trail that only each of us as an individual will discover when the time comes. never will i understand the works of god and life, but then again perhaps they're meant to remain a mystery.
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i never knew her personally, but yet sadness still clings on tight. for me and perhaps some others, life will go back to normal sooner or later. but for those closer to her, for those who love her, i cannot even begin to imagine what they are going through. i know life would never be the same for them. i can only pray that they will somehow get through this ordeal with minimal pain and possess the strength to move on.

:( ok emo emo.

 -our love story ;

so today end of exams and im surprised cos im freaking bored (: ohwells so i wrote. this is how i entertain myself. for today. three diff stuffs totally unrelated and unfinished and just because~

first random thingyyy:
She winced as she inched slowly towards the bed, the only thing in the world right now that promised her warmth and comfort. They were the most painful steps she had ever taken; so much that she had to bite her lip to keep herself from crying out in agony. Finally, after what seemed like eternity, she slid under the covers, lying on her side.

With one finger, she traced the burning sticky line on her shoulder blade that had been artistically crafted by the one she called dad. It’s going to leave a scar, she thought without any hint of doubt. Just like all the others. Scarred for life – emotionally and physically – right dad? She giggled at the pun she just made; fully aware in reality it wasn’t the slightest bit humorous. But what else could she do? Cry? But she had never cried, not in front of them at least. Why give them the satisfaction? No. She would not. She suddenly realized her hand had unconsciously slid from her shoulder to her pierced naval. She flashed a weak smile, to no one in particular. Suddenly it all became clear. She was going to keep it. It was the only thing in her life that she could control; that was truly hers. With a warped sense of victory, she allowed herself to drift into a dreamless sleep.

2nd random thingy:
She walked briskly through the crowd --- briskly but stealthily, weaving in and out the sea of people. From the confident large strides she took with her long elegant legs, to the casual hint of a smile she flashed to the eyes wandering her way. To these eyes, she was just another gorgeous Spanish beauty; someone with someplace to go. So far, she had blended herself well, but for how long? In reality, she was aimlessly walking to an unknown destination. Life was a game of pretend. And currently, she was the main player.

3rd random thingy:
A wave of nausea rushed through her body. At the same time, her vision blurred. Oh no, not now, she pleaded to nobody else but herself. The unmistakable familiar putrid stench of rotting flesh flared into her nostrils. She knew it was just her “imagination”, yet it was all too real. She was aware of the surrounding voices asking if she was okay, but they were growing distant by the second, and she found herself unable to answer. She had worked out the all too familiar sequence of events that will happen, in this diseased head of hers. Exactly five and a half seconds of experiencing temporary deafness, her body started to convulse violently, her mouth foaming --- as predicted. It was weird, her mind seemed like a separate entity from her body. She was fully aware of what was happening, but she had absolutely no control over it. The helplessness made her feel at ashamed as well as embarrassed. She could sense the chaos and panic surrounding her. It hurt, to be unable to communicate. She wanted so badly to apologize for the burden she caused everyone, to tell them she was alright. But, all she could do was to count down the last six seconds of what was left of her consciousness. And wait.

ok done. dont ask me what they're abt cos i have no clue myself (: the last one's abt epileptic seizure though. influenced frm some bk. ok done. see what ppl do when they're bored? oh ya the skin is gay i know. but im tired of looking (:

 -our love story ;