my heart is an open palm, exposed and raw
In my land of bright lights you are effervescent -
Overwhelming at once, I am oblivious the next.
You are the palpable product of words I never meant,
Of clouded judgement, infinite dreams; my sweet Regret.
My conscience weighs you down and embeds you
Somewhere in the murky depths of this sepulchral soul.
Yet there is little want of redemption for what I do,
And you and your kind maketh the stories I never told.
Even now I would sing that I am yours, Yours!
As I believe you are mine in all your tainted forms.
Sucker as I am for your taste, touch and allure,
The beauty of folly is not weeping when all else mourns.
So this is an ode to my ill-fated penchant for
Secrets I have to keep, and everything that
I loved to hold but not to possess.
That I wish to forget, but forget to regret.
Thursday, June 02, 2005
i promised hwei that i'll try and come up with an equally lame and desperate way of replying that certain person, whose name is ivan by the way, that messaged me on friendster.
here goes:
"hi there ivan no you are not rite ok you didnt add me to your list quite long ago liao and i don't remember you asking me for my hp number and even if you did it really isn't a puzzle why i havent given it to you even up till now. and i don't want to give you my number lor because i think you are very desperate leh and i am not knid enought too leh. don't need to hope lah, you pray also no use. you dunno what should be your way of getting my number is in the wrong is it? sorry lah i no noe what you saying leh, aiyo but i tell u lah want to get my number please go and learn your english again lah hor. and then maybe when i understooded what you saying then i maybe can give you my hp number lah. so until then you won't see my msg soon......."
ha ha if that didn't make sense, compare and contrast it with the other entry and then perhaps you'll see the light. hur hur. take special note of the bold parts :)
i am a bad girl man.
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2:19 AM;
