// I write you read but don't expect much

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Unspoken

"The poignant aftermath ensuing the surfeit calculated, desperate

& ignominious actions amalgamate together

reached the epitome that

it led to the ineffable and some what jaded-ness."

Today, amidst my marking

A sense of inane engulfed me.

My mind blanked out;

Time froze

The world began its twirl in spiral

I hate myself

For the way I think, act and behave

I am too ashamed to face myself

Pui.

the boy with a dead heart. posted at | 11:53 PM |

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Wealth, Health & Sincerity

To all my lovers, boyfriends, girlfriends, sistas, bradders, friends & enemies

Happy 牛 Year

Huat ah !!!! !!!

the boy with a dead heart. posted at | 5:36 PM |

Friday, January 16, 2009

I read Mei's blog. I weeped.

The content there was what I would say of you.

We started off not liking each other. But at the twist of fate, this animosity turned to love.
Not those lovers' love, but a healthy love shared between two **.

When I am bored I message you. When I am in need of help I turn to you.
When I need a pair of listening ears, you lend me yours. And when I was in trouble you stood by me. You allow me to confined to you. And together we bitch of all. I never need to mask myself when with you; For you would know when I am not true.
You except me for who I was, never once did you judge.

But heaven often like to make a spot out of people. What seems like would be forever actually ended so abruptly. Under the influence of picayune circumstances & irrational capacities of emotive, we no longer communicate. If we do, it no longer is the same, for it now feels that the sparks have dimmed. Of the many times I think of you, never once was it without melancholy.

Today, I do not know what will eventually be of us, of perhaps there will no longer be a us. I pray otherwise. Nevertheless, I take with me those time, for you are like the thousand winds that blow, the diamond glints on snow.

I am sorry
But I rather you hate me than blame me

the boy with a dead heart. posted at | 10:47 PM |

The storm, I need

Every storm brings with it hope,
That somehow by morning,

Everything will be made clean again

And even the most troubling stains would have disappeared

Like the doubts over his innocence

Or the consequences of his mistake

Like the scars of his betrayal

Or the memories of his kiss

So we wait for the storm to pass,

Hoping for the best

Even though we know in our heart

Some strains are so indelible,

Nothing can wash them away

(Desperate Housewives: Listen to the rain on the roof)

the boy with a dead heart. posted at | 12:00 AM |

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

To love myself

And as I lament about the actions of the despicable (Reads: Bastards), it is appalling to realize that I have unknowingly, or knowingly skewed towards the same direction.
Now, every calculated actions carries an underlying agenda. How disgusting.

So, perhaps before I start going round whining about the this-s and that-s done that leave one heavy hearted and grieving, it would be good for me to take a step back and do some self reflection. For I know I am not any better.

When you are desperately trying to match a face to the name and a name to the number, that shows that it is time to withdraw. I shall not fight it.
Such tell-tale signs are so obvious, glaring in fact, I can no longer remain oblivious.

I know i sound incongruent. Illogical in fact. But for me to type this entry at such a hour, it spells something major. Let me re-think the whole process. Let me be au fait with the dos and dont's.
Most importantly, let me be mortified; cause before I can ask for other's love, I must first start to love myself.

the boy with a dead heart. posted at | 12:58 AM |

Thursday, January 1, 2009

2009 =)

A new year. A new day.
A brand new start.
It's 2009, with panache =p
Wheee ~

the boy with a dead heart. posted at | 4:49 PM |