Friday, December 31, 2004

i hate myself and i want to die
i want to live this world with no more pain.
joking. -)


Radiohead -Fake Plastic Trees

Her green plastic watering can
For her fake Chinese rubber plant
In the fake plastic earth
That she bought from a rubber man
In a town full of rubber plans
To get rid of itself

It wears her out, it wears her out
It wears her out, it wears her out

She lives with a broken man
A cracked polystyrene man
Who just crumbles and burns
He used to do surgery
For girls in the eighties
But gravity always wins

It wears him out, it wears him out
It wears him out, it wears

She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love
But I can't help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run

And it wears me out, it wears me out
It wears me out, it wears me out

And if I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted all the time

{ 1:10 am }

Tuesday, December 28, 2004

heres an old poem i wrote that i posted on my class blog, thought i shld post it here as well as its my favourite one haha.

Anhelo agridulce
Yes, the days of goodness, Pure untainted greatness
We all had our fair share of memories
Facts are still facts however,
Memories are mere sweetthoughts.
Sometimes even fabrications of old lies.
That can never be recycled into reality once more.
It gets trapped in a seether.. Only to reveal time and time again
As mists from the past that I cant bring myself to speak of.
That voice continues to haunt my nights
Is it never ending?
Has everything Ive been doing been endless sacrifices?
No one ever knows.
Being the fallible errant beings we are.
The cherry blossoms churn up old tales.
It spins in the air beautifully
floating,fluttering,flipping
Revealing a moment at a time
The Laughs
The Smiles
The Convivialities
Oh,
how the past hearkens
To be pondered upon.
The ambivalent enthrallment it manifests
Am I willing to re-open my wounds
Just
For a second of temporal bliss
and then a lifetime of lament and undeniable agony?
I lie
Bare chested on the arable fields
Staring with bravado into the glaring sun
I lift
A paper balloon into the abundance of an autumn breeze
floating,fluttering,flipping
It spins
Revealing a moment at a time
The Laughs
The Smiles
The Convivialites
The Mistakes
Humbly, I acknowledge
Definitely, I choose to forsake
Inevitably, I reply to
Everynight
Oh,
Sweet memories, Bitter past. How wintry warm you are.
Is it never ending?
Has everything Ive been doing been endless sacrifices?
No one ever knows. Being the fallible errant beings we are.

{ 6:38 pm }

Wednesday, December 08, 2004

the blog is getting laggier everytime i try to post .
hey guys back again once more to actually type out, instead of composing poems.
i'll be going to aussie tmr, or today in fact, at er 5 plus plus pm i guess, im not really sure, didnt bother anyway.. havent packed my stuff, shall do some last minute stunts .. something i happen to be good at sometimes.
will be away for 2 weeks, but i think its going to be like 2 milleniums.. suddenly had this extreme doubt in the holiday im going to take. ambivalance of feelings.. oh what the heck will miss everything including you.
im going to try and speed write a couple of poems over there as well, so expect more when i come back on the 22nd. will try and take advantage of a different environment and atmosphere to generate new interesting poems, hopefully succeed in improving.. which i think is impossible haha. hopefully can get my hands on billabong stuff . =)
i long for the day i get back, i want to play soccer, basketball , ps2 , com , arcade, pool , bowling.
arghhhh.. watch movies, nba, epl,champions league, tiger cup.. -__-
dont miss me guys.
i'll leave you all with a poem haha! was trying to write a poem without depression, i think its not as good.
i hope to be back in a giffy, meanwhile go grab a bite and catch some sleep.

numero uno

The night skies open
Shows me a place
I had once known
Before I could react
The wind stole it
Carried it into nothing
I walked on hoping
To find that place
It harbors sweet fragrances
No one could ignore
Struggling to keep awake
I looked into the sky
With a faint hope
To catch a glimpse
Of that familiar place
My memory was fresh
A maiden washing clothes
By the crystal falls
Harbouring a crooked smile
Trees and flowers aplenty
Surrounded by small lakes
There she stood under
Purple and pink petals
Thrown around in such
A
slow
romantic
frenzy

{ 3:18 am }



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