28 February, 2009 2/28/2009
open up the doors and let the music play
deny yourself and take up your cross daily
self control
i love you :)
27 February, 2009 2/27/2009
rise, rise, riseIf they could hear her heartbeat when he approached, they would be deafened.
Cheryl is a mugger.
:(
mosquitos are mean
oh happy day, happy day! You washed my sins away
so its not like that. ohwell
Your burning, lingering gaze.
let us go voom voom voom.
JOOKOON OWNS BOON LAY.
fridays are the bomb :)
22 February, 2009 2/22/2009
washing machineeeeeeyou hold me right here right now.
She stood with her head tilted towards the sky, inhaling deeply. The refreshing smell of rain filled her nose and she smiled happily. Spreading out a picnic mat, she lay on her back and gazed at the shifting clouds, waiting in anticipation as they swiftly turned from white cottony fluff to grey threatening clouds.
The first drop descended and she tasted of rain.
strawberry and passionfruit body wash.
gypsy skirts in the wind and on the beach, dancing around.
20 February, 2009 2/20/2009
is that the end?Her heart melted at the sight of the little boy giving his younger brother a big wet kiss on the cheek.
A big, fat headache has a date with the handsome differentiation.
I will bite your hand. Serious.
Fridays are off-days, mondays are
blue.
15 February, 2009 2/15/2009
back to realityTheir whole life's purpose was to guard the princess. That princess, sitting in the highest tower of Etion. That princess, with the gentle eyes and sweet smile. That princess, who had captured all of their hearts.
And maybe one day, they would bump into the princess on her way to the gardens, and she would greet them with her smile. On that day, every single one of them would die happy.
as the world keeps spinning round, you hold me right here right now
13 February, 2009 2/13/2009
like a whirlwind1.one week of lectures has just passed
2.another week will come, this time with no more free periods in between
3.this will continue for the rest of my 1 1/2 years in MJC
4.i am becoming a full blown mugger
08 February, 2009 2/08/2009
tornwhen it fades, it comes back again, hurtling towards me at full force.
what does she want?
wings, perhaps.
to fly away from this place-
maybe.
what you wanna be a,ATLAS WARRIORFreeze, better make it hot
Music please, blow the spot
Play that funky music
in her head is floorfiller on replay
04 February, 2009 2/04/2009
She took a long deep breath.
indeed it is true strength to hold on, but at times, it requires true strength to let go
01 February, 2009 2/01/2009
if loving you is a wrong thing to doShe frowned at her left hand, willing it to move again over the mess of black and white keys according to the correct beat. She tried again, this time with little sucess as her left hand defiantly moved over the keys jerkily.
She growled inwardly and smacked her left hand.
it probably needs physiotherapy.
