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Wednesday, February 03, 2010

Puddle of Cryonics

I'd rather be a puddle
than a Popsicle.
Can I tell you why?

Better yet, I'll start
by asking, What should
immortality cost?

It could be mine for the low-
low price of twenty-nine,
nine-ninety-nine.

Yes, in US dollars,
no cents. I've got the latter,
not the former,

at least not in this lifetime.
I might also mention
the ugly how

to get there: First flushed,
then re-pumped blue for blood,
I'd be bagged and hung

upside down in a sparing
accommodation.
If plans hatch as laid,

science'll shell me out
from gamy non-life
to patch and catch me up.

But why would it bother,
lest to pick my pickled brain
about times ago

when men couldn't see much
beyond their vanity.
And that takes me back

where I started at:
I'd rather be a puddle,
and evaporate.

what we could have been, 7:56 PM.
Saturday, January 30, 2010

Being invisible
has one great advantage:
Whenever you decide
to disappear
no one notices.

what we could have been, 3:21 PM.
Saturday, December 19, 2009

Get Lost Gabriel, You know i don't want you here. Why are you still here? dumbass.

what we could have been, 10:10 AM.
Friday, December 04, 2009

Today the sadness is raining from the stars
and like acid in us it burns some painful scars,
invisible, but they're just in front of you,
our will is fading so we won't know what to do.

Sea's full of hope drying up in the sun,
when they've run dry , we're beginning to stun,
the life it contains', it starts to lose,
all feelings we have spend has been abused.

Thinking about these things all day and night,
you will see an with mistrust burning light,
we told to ourselves that we had good lives
and our hearts are embracing those lies.

Emptiness takes place for all of my lust,
my feelings were just blast away by these storm gust,
I'm walking through these mazes, they contain no emotion
they are all just places of my deep devotion.

Lazy bodies walking past so heartless,
changing their faces from brightness to darkness,
in the middle of this crowd, we were standing,
asking ourselves on what we are depending.

Emotions show you that you are alive,
but when they have fade they will leave out a stribe,
it's put on your heart, should hiding your pain,
but when you're hurt, the spots stay the same.

When they rip out your heart, they still have no idea,
they say the same words, that no one of us will hear,
we can remain friends, like we were before,
we try to react, but they will never adore.

what we could have been, 2:01 AM.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009

The legend is coming to life.
My true self will spread.
Which brought me to you.
an awakening 'soul' is shining a great light from another world.

What can i do for the one i love?
There is no dream that can't come true. we can believe.

The heaven and earth's space are coming to life.
Turning the pages of the book is a risk.
(see a smiling face 'ni hao ma') watching over
(love is a shining constellation) i remember once again,it's a
Miracle.

For just one lifetime, let's meet again. the soul, mindblack
Whatever the moment used to be, love is help, in my opinion.

What can i do for the one i love?
There is no dream that can't come true. we can believe.

Open to eternity, to our strange game.

what we could have been, 11:50 AM.
Thursday, August 27, 2009

A necessary journey,
I'm going through a spectrum of emotions and feelings,
don't know if I'm doing it right,
but I'm going to anyway.

End of anger and sadness.
What remains is submission,
and loads of uncertainties and skepticism.
That'll come to pass, i hope.

I've caused much inconvenience to my aunties,
because of my indecisive state of mind,
my wavering between this and that, everything.
My worries over their disappointment.
I've not even start the course of the journey yet,
so why the struggle?
Beats me.

So, I'll embark on my new phase,
to the better or worse i don't know.
Not simply to go through life, just working to get by.
It's decided, and i shall be an optimist.

Rainy days are sometimes, therapeutic.
I love it when the rain runs down the window,
blurring the outside world for awhile.

what we could have been, 12:58 AM.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Our friendship is one of a kind,
One most people never find.

A Friendship which continues to contest the ravages of time,
a deal sealed with conscious effort on both ends.
There are so many things I'd like to say.
But that would take me years.
I love them all, with my heart and my soul.
But this special one i don't often thank.

Dear Twin,
Thanks for always being there.
And showing me how much you care.
As my new life starts to unfold,
And I am learning how to take hold.
And the times when i don't know what to do,
I know I can always turn to you.
I get so caught up in life and things that i do,
I forget to stop and say I love you.
You're family.
My twin i never had.
If ever you felt I forgot or didn't care.
Here it is, very puke-y stuffs mind you haha.
You're the sun in my sky,the bed where I lie.
You're the air that i breathe,the shoulder where i lean.
You're the home where I'm safe,the field where I play.
Thank You Gabriel. (:

Lastly, Thank You Zhen hui.
You thought me. How to be strong.
Forward, only way to move.
I've learnt :)

what we could have been, 7:44 AM.

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