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Name: j.a.c.k
Country: Singapore
Birthday: 10/3/1987
Gender: Male


Interests: Kristin Kreuk
Occupation: Student


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Member Since: 10/24/2003

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Sunday, January 01, 2006

Don't even take a breath.
The air is cut with cyanide.
In honor of the new year.

The press gives us cause to celebrate:
These air raid sirens,
Flood barbed-wired skylines,
By artifical night.
As we sleep to burn the red
From our bloodless lives
Tonight we're all time bombs
on fault lines.

Have we lost everything now?
We're walking like each others ghosts
Around these silent streets ( the seditatives tell you everything is alright)
Like calendars dying at new year's eve parties
As we kiss hard on the lips
And swear this year will be better than the last.

Jet black - the ink that spells your name.
Jet black - the blood that's in your veins.
Jet black - We say, "how long can we take this chance not to celebrate?"

There's music playing,
But we dance to the beat
Of our own black hearts
And draw diagrams
Of suicide on each others wrists
Then trace them with razorblades.

Fire to flames
"strike match."
Burn these words from our lips
As the dagger screams
"Love is dead."
and it's a "newspaper tragedy."

Have we lost what we love?
Have we said everything?
Does it change everything?
Stare at the clock,
Avoid at all costs,
This emptiness.

Ten seconds left
until midnight
nine chances to drown ourselves
in black hair dye
eight faces turned away
from the shock
seven windows and six of them locked.
five stories falling
For ever and ever
three cheers to the mirror
now there are two of us.
Can we have one last dance?
How can we take this chance not to celebrate life?

-"Jet Black New Year" by Thursday.


Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Been ages hasn't it..?
Yeah, been cooped up with loads of stuff.
And I'm just plain lazy lah, as usual.

Christmas is comin', whoope freakin' doo.
Doesn't really make a difference to me.
I'm workin on Xmas day, sucks right.

Nonetheless, I still wish all of you a jolly Xmas and an awesome new year to boot.
Rock on.

-Songoftheweek : "Stars and Sons" by Broken Social Scene.
-Albumofthweek : "Funeral" by The Arcade Fire. 


Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Oh Elise it doesn't matter what you say
I just can't stay here every yesterday
Like keep on acting out the same
The way we act out
Every way to smile
Forget
And make-believe we never needed
Any more than this
Any more than this

Oh Elise it doesn't matter what you do
I know I'll never really get inside of you
To make your eyes catch fire
The way they should
The way the blue could pull me in
If they only would
If they only would
At least I'd lose this sense of sensing something else
That hides away
From me and you
There're worlds to part
With aching looks and breaking hearts
And all the prayers your hands can make
Oh I just take as much as you can throw
And then throw it all away
Oh I throw it all away
Like throwing faces at the sky
Like throwing arms round
Yesterday
I stood and stared
Wide-eyed in front of you
And the face I saw looked back
The way I wanted to
But I just can't hold my tears away
The way you do

Elise believe I never wanted this
I thought this time I'd keep all of my promises
I thought you were the girl I always dreamed about
But I let the dream go
And the promises broke
And the make-believe ran out...

So Elise
It doesn't matter what you say
I just can't stay here every yesterday
Like keep on acting out the same
The way we act out
Every way to smile
Forget
And make-believe we never needed
Any more than this
Any more than this

And every time I try to pick it up
Like falling sand
As fast as I pick it up
It runs away through my clutching hands
But there's nothing else I can really do
There's nothing else I can really do
At all......

"Letter To Elise" by The Cure.


Tuesday, December 06, 2005

"What came first, the music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns, or watching violent videos, that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?"

-Rob from High Fidelity.


Tuesday, November 08, 2005



Nicked from my cousin Cindy's website.
This my newest cousin and the latest addition to my family.
Simply adorable right?

He's only ten days old and his name is Yu Yang.
Haven't seen him yet but I'm gonna do it soon.

-Songoftheweek : "Close To You" by theCure.
-Albumoftheweek : "You Forgot It In People" by BrokenSocialScene. 



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