In order to be irreplaceable one must always be different.
- Coco Chanel
I restore myself when I'm alone.
- Marilyn Monroe
- Marilyn Monroe
Lazy Sunday afternoon naps.
Chocolate wrappers strewn all over the study table.
Shades of red, blue, brown,orange and black flashing.
Barefoot dances around the kitchen table.
Fingers lifted to catch the clouds.
Nailpolish in assorted colours like candy.
Indie music blasting from the speakers.
Vintage cutouts fluttering in dreams.
Life in technicolour.
Couldn't get any better than this.
Sunday, April 26, 2009 (3:13 PM)
*We're one mistake for being together
But let's not ask why it's not right
You won't be seventeen forever
And we can get away with this tonight*
But let's not ask why it's not right
You won't be seventeen forever
And we can get away with this tonight*
Oh wait, I can't sing that anymore now can I? Because..I turned 18 today!!! (yikes, I am OLD)
Oh well, Happy Birthday to me anyways. :)
PS: To all of you who wished me through SMS, sorreeeee i could not reply you...my phone ran outta credit. =.= but...THANKS!!! :D
PSS: I CAN DRINK!!! *CLAPS HANDS LIKE AN IDIOT*
Saturday, April 25, 2009 (12:21 AM)
Girl at eighteen,
Quiet at times,
A riot at most,
A mystery,
No one has yet to reveal.
Logic is something which has never visted her mind,
Always in her own little world,
Dreaming of fantasies which are unlikely to come true.
Fancy scenarios and dramatic incidents,
Are the things she thinks about everyday.
No one tried to reach out to her,
Leaving her lost,
Wondering in a maze of fictional happiness.
Smiles,
Is what leaves her speechless.
She loves smiles,
Adorable,
Cheeky,
Sexy,
Mysterious,
Any smile that will sweep her off her feet.
The only smile she despises,
Is her own.
The day she learn to smile,
Is the day she accepts herself.
Boy at eighteen,
Caught her eye.
Like sunshine in the rain,
He brought life to her dead soul.
Staring at him makes her smile like a little girl at a candy store,
Thinking of him brings joy to emptiness.
He was like a blessing at that moment,
Who’d knew, it would turn out like this?
Now she’s heartbroken,
Lying on the floor,
Anger rushed through her veins,
Her vision blurred as she thought of them.
Is their happiness her demise?
Or is it an obstacle from above, to show her reality?
Quiet at times,
A riot at most,
A mystery,
No one has yet to reveal.
Logic is something which has never visted her mind,
Always in her own little world,
Dreaming of fantasies which are unlikely to come true.
Fancy scenarios and dramatic incidents,
Are the things she thinks about everyday.
No one tried to reach out to her,
Leaving her lost,
Wondering in a maze of fictional happiness.
Smiles,
Is what leaves her speechless.
She loves smiles,
Adorable,
Cheeky,
Sexy,
Mysterious,
Any smile that will sweep her off her feet.
The only smile she despises,
Is her own.
The day she learn to smile,
Is the day she accepts herself.
Boy at eighteen,
Caught her eye.
Like sunshine in the rain,
He brought life to her dead soul.
Staring at him makes her smile like a little girl at a candy store,
Thinking of him brings joy to emptiness.
He was like a blessing at that moment,
Who’d knew, it would turn out like this?
Now she’s heartbroken,
Lying on the floor,
Anger rushed through her veins,
Her vision blurred as she thought of them.
Is their happiness her demise?
Or is it an obstacle from above, to show her reality?
Hatred,
That’s what she feels now.
Everywhere she looks,
Everything she sees,
They are clouded in black.
It sends her mind reeling,
She can’t feel her heart,
Her emotions are entangled with fury.
Dazed, she staggered to the bathroom,
Everything went down the toilet,
Was it the end of it?
She didn’t think so.
Furniture strewn around,
Fire in the trash can,
Tears on the carpet.
She fought with emotions,
But her attempts were all in vain.
She knew she had to do it,
To end this misery.
Boy at eighteen,
Laid on a bed of daisies.
Looking at his serene face,
She smiled.
Quietly she whispered in his ear,
Now you will forever be mine.
We are perfect together,
Can’t you see that now?
As she was lead away,
Cuffed at her wrists,
Silently she thought,
Despite of the obvious,
We’ll be together soon,
Please wait for me.
I am coming soon.
Story of eighteen,
Ends right here.
Love never found,
Eternal hope lost,
If only he saw her,
If only he knew.
That’s what she feels now.
Everywhere she looks,
Everything she sees,
They are clouded in black.
It sends her mind reeling,
She can’t feel her heart,
Her emotions are entangled with fury.
Dazed, she staggered to the bathroom,
Everything went down the toilet,
Was it the end of it?
She didn’t think so.
Furniture strewn around,
Fire in the trash can,
Tears on the carpet.
She fought with emotions,
But her attempts were all in vain.
She knew she had to do it,
To end this misery.
Boy at eighteen,
Laid on a bed of daisies.
Looking at his serene face,
She smiled.
Quietly she whispered in his ear,
Now you will forever be mine.
We are perfect together,
Can’t you see that now?
As she was lead away,
Cuffed at her wrists,
Silently she thought,
Despite of the obvious,
We’ll be together soon,
Please wait for me.
I am coming soon.
Story of eighteen,
Ends right here.
Love never found,
Eternal hope lost,
If only he saw her,
If only he knew.
(12:11 AM)
Yes, this is my third time creating a blog.
Yes, I had two other blogs before this one.
Yes, I lost the passwords for the previous two blogs.
Yes, I am lousy at remembering passwords.
And...No, I have no tolerance for sarcastic remarks, so keep the sarcasm to yourselves, ok?
Thank you for your co-operation. :)
PS: Don't ask about the template either. Its temporary.
I don't like to commit myself about heaven and hell - you see, I have friends in both places.
- Mark Twain
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