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, February 02, 2006
my poor little baby boo fell sick after cny and WHY? because my mother has nothing better to do but feed him bak kwa while he's acting cute. and so he vomited a huge pile of yellowish gunk and lo and behold i spent $150 of my ang bao money on the vet. :( u know what, i shall get my mom to compensate me. after all she was the one who fed him the bak kwa. but he was so adorable, especially after he vomitted. kinda weird to say this but i am telling the truth. ha ha but before i lunge into my long-winded descriptions of timmy i shall jes let the pictures speak for themselves (or rather, Timmy.) hurhur.
heh i didnt know my bag could double up as a bed. so cute right. this was when i was studying for econs <3<3<3
oh and mommy wants to get a bigger dog! im thinking of either a collie or a shetland sheepdog. i know, a drastic change but they're the friendlier and gentler dogs. yup, we dont want timmy to get bullied, do we?
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4:14 AM;
