Serena's poem:

Hello kitty
I feel shitty
Tired, sweaty
Dirty smelly.

I think that I am one big fatty
Like that Famous Amos cookie




Okay this is where it gets embarrassing




My feeble attempt:

Hard Daddy
Is The Real Fatty
Pianoserena shouldnt be glum
Cos Hard Daddy's still her chum

The one who loves Serena is Hard Daddy
So dear lil Serena should be happy!



I think we should come up with a name for this type of poem. Something like "haiku".


I think I'll call my poem a "suaku". heh.

Who needs mediums when you have music.


Ok this is a lil morbid, but I've come up with a playlist of songs I would like to be looped at my funeral, so I can speak to my mourners (if any) even when I'm in that cold, hard box.




Play them in this order and listen to what I'd have to say:


1. Welcome To Wherever You Are (Bon Jovi)

2. Time of Your Life (Green Day)

3. Thank You For Loving Me (Bon Jovi)

4. Walking Away (Craig David)

5. Tears In Heaven (Eric Clapton)

6. Boston (Augustana)

7. The Scientist (Coldplay)

8. Candleburn (Dishwalla)

9. Dream On (Aerosmith)

10. Warmness On The Soul (Avenged Sevenfold)

11. Goodbye (Air Supply)

12. Leave Out All The Rest (Linkin Park)

13. Home (Daughtry)

14. Run (Snow Patrol)

15. Life Is A Song (Patrick Park)








What would you say to the people at your wake if you had the chance?


Well, I'd say,
"None of you ever knew me, because those who really knew me wouldn't be here."

HEHEHEHE. Pictorial proof of my interview with Marie Digby!


BE JEALOUS, FELLAS.

BE VERY JEALOUS! AHHAHAHAHA.

Usually, I wouldn't believe shit that horoscopes say.


But the one in I-S mag seems to be pretty damn accurate.


And it's been barely been a week, much less a month!






You had me from hello (:
So now that she's out of my life for good, maybe it's time to pursue what I've always wanted.
You're special. (:

here's a refreshing POV,


Patrick Park - Life Is A Song

You say life is a dream where we can't say what we mean
Maybe just some roadside scene that we're driving past
There's no telling where we'll be in a day or in a week
And there's no promises of peace or of happiness


Well is this why you cling to every little thing
And polverize and derrange all your senses
Maybe life is a song but you're scared to song along
Until the very ending


Oh, it's time to let go of everything we used to know
Ideas that strengthen who we've been
It's time to cut ties that won't ever free our minds
From the chains and shackles that they're in


Oh, tell me what good is saying that you're free
In a dark and storming sea
You're chained to your history, you're surely sinking fast
You say that you know that the good Lord's in control
He's gonna bless and keep your tired and oh so restless soul
But at the end of the day when every price has been paid
You're gonna rise and sit beside him on some old seat of gold
And won't you tell me why you live like you're afraid to die
You'll die like you're afraid to go


Oh, it's time to let go of everything we used to know
Ideas that strengthen who we've been
It's time to cut ties that won't ever free our minds
From chains and shackles that they're in
From the chains and shackles that they're in


Well life is a dream 'cause we're all walking in our sleep
You could see us stand in lines like we're dead upon our feet
And we build our house of cards and then we wait for it to fall
Always forget how strange it is just to be alive at all

yep, I used to take out my discontent about the past relationship on my blog.

I am a whiny bitch.



But you took out your discontent by satisfying yourself with another guy.

You may be good with words, but that just makes you a slutty wordsmith.




I have nothing to be embarrassed about, other than falling blindly in love with a slut. Silly, childish me, thinking that sluts might change for the better. Childish, immature me, actually believing that true love exists.


You say you are a sucker for 'tall, skinny guys'.

Well, I'm sorry I'm not skinny. Maybe I wasn't physically gratifying enough for you in that sense.



I used to love and treasure you deeply.


But now that I realise your true value (or lack of it), I don't anymore.






Cheap stuff simply isn't worth treasuring.

hmmm.


on a lighter note, just a day after the clean break, I found myself almost joining the queue to a gay party.


WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME?

really tempted to delete all your photos of us from your folders.


but i shan't, just in case you wanna use them for black magic or something.


but, just in case you are reading, please delete all the photos of us you have. All the videos of me, every scrap of evidence of my existence in your life, from your laptop.


you don't deserve to keep them.


go find someone who can please you physically.


wait, 'someone' is singular.



go find a whole bunch of horny bastards to satisfy you.


I don't give a shit anymore of how you choose to cheapen yourself.



I just hope that you don't continue to lie to the ones who love you and treasure you the most.

I'm disgusted.


I don't love you anymore.

"We made out, got drunk, but we didnt have sex."


"It was a physical thing, to me. My heart was all yours."


All this happened just a few weeks before we broke up in January, when I still believed that we were happy together.


"I didnt fuck him. Its up to u to believe it or not. U do what u deem fit ok? Now its my fault, although it was some time ago. U can put e blame on me now."



I knew something was amiss awhile. My 6th sense has never failed me. Was I right to have doubted her fidelity then? You be the judge.


A leopard never changes its spots. Call it karma if you like, maybe this is what I deserved for breaking up so many people in the past.

The ONLY one i loved, the one i was fiercely loyal to, CHEATED on me while we were still together.


When I skip clubbing because I didnt trust myself to behave. She persuaded me not to go cos she was always with friends and was having her GIRLY FUN.

Well, she had fun all right.

She threw herself at a guy, went home with him, made out with him and nearly fucked him.


While I was slaving over schoolwork and was blissfully unaware, thinking that she was being true to me.



WOW.


And now, when she tells me that she feels uncomfortable when im close to her, when i touch her, my theory has been confirmed.

Of course it feels weird. You fucking made out with a guy while still with me. You WANT him, not me.


and he's rich too! aint that great? After you drained me dry of money meant for my education.


wow.





IM still in shock, icy cold fingers are gripping my heart real tight, squeezing harder and harder.

I'm still really confused.


I've been needing a hug for damn long and I've gotten quite a few from various people.


but none of them were given by the one person I desperately need it from.




It's just all a blur of my imagination, feelings, thoughts and emotions.


And the heartache is very real.





I love you.

"The Lord gave and the Lord has taken away" - Job


The selfish part of me resents being subject to the whim and fancy of the Almighty.




But the rational part of me knows that accepting whatever is on my plate is the only way I can be truly content.

this video is about a topic very close to everyone's hearts.


you should watch it.





Courtesy of the people who brought us the Kama Sutra, mathematics and the Girly Man.

don't know what to do

don't know how to carry myself


don't know how to behave


don't know how to make myself feel better


don't know how to smile effortlessly.



never felt so helpless before.