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Golden

Sat, 26 Jul 2008 12:04:27 GMT

The once ever questioning mind has been reduced to a puddle of goo these days. Might I add that it comes in the colour of purple. Perhaps you'll take my side then. Though I doubt it, goo is never sexy. Darn. Probably just means I was homo all along.

My layout is messed up and I have inflicted a good amount of pain of my fingers on metal.

Satisfied indeed.

Monday, June 02, 2008

Mon, 02 Jun 2008 09:52:17 GMT

To you.

Only cos' you're not Aragorn. I feel sorry for you (:
31 days.

Thanks to Jimbo and his hot hot hot piece of Mac. Rawr. Genial-ly <3

And don't mind my nerve, you can call it fiction

Sun, 01 Jun 2008 07:42:51 GMT

Not majority. Not the minority.
But the individual.

I wish you felt the same about yourself.

Hello there, the angel from my nightmare

Wed, 14 May 2008 10:59:37 GMT

Bewitched. Denial. Compliments. Pay outs. Dominance. Submission. Bliss. Frustration. Smiles. Frowns. Laughter. Complaints. Surprises. Same old, same old. Ups. Downs.

Regardless,

"I'm strung out on you, I can barely move.
But I like it."

No it don't come with that package

Fri, 18 Apr 2008 11:57:43 GMT

Realization only hits when you've been marked.

Marked for life.

In my case, hot metal did the job.

But by then, complacency sets in.

I may not make it through the night

Fri, 18 Apr 2008 11:40:25 GMT

I miss those days where just the very thought of you got me by.

The giggle. The heartbeats. The butterflies. The constant rise of body temperature. That extra push to try harder. Those dreams. That hope. The stories I told. The things I thought of and wrote down. The lack of sleep. Your scent. Your amusing habits. And the way you made my taste buds tingle.

All of them. Everything. I'm giving them up. I'm giving myself up. I'm giving you up.

One day. One day I'll tell you of this tale. And we'll laugh about it. We'll laugh about how each and every one of us is playing for love and paying in naivety.

"Why does every moment have to be so hard?
Hard to believe that"

But right now, let's just have fun. And be the way we will always be.

Sunday, April 13, 2008

Sun, 13 Apr 2008 23:52:17 GMT

You tell me something, I think other wise.

I look at you, I see other wise.

My trust for you holds as much value as the leafs that remain on a tree in Fall.

Just give me a break. It's not you. But rather you.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Thu, 10 Apr 2008 03:00:30 GMT

Test me if you must.

But let me just say that I don't intend on going out of my way to prove you right. Or vice versa.

Do you take me for a fool?

Right now, all I see is concern for yourself and selfishness.

I suggest you take your idealisms and shove them down the throat of someone who gives a shit and is willing to sugarcoat reality.

Because I'd be damned if I chose to participate in this Bitch Fest just for the sake keeping you happy.

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

Wed, 02 Apr 2008 06:22:16 GMT

I've decided. That to go on living, I have to stab you.

But no hard feelings. It's just personal insecurities. Nodnod.

Dancing little marionette, are you happy now?

Tue, 01 Apr 2008 09:14:44 GMT

I had a little chat with my sub-conscious self while I was taking a nap during class.

I told her to stop attempting to release my mind from its quarters hence allowing it to roam free again, leaving me with the burden of tracking it hunt once more.

In turn, she only made my heart beat faster with anticipation for the thoughts and manifestations that were coming my way when I fall into a slumber.

A sigh was heaved realizing that there was no way I would claim victory in this reasoning. Tomorrow is another day I thought to myself as my eyelids fell. Just like a curtain call, my act was up. And now, it was her turn to take control of my being.

Be good to me, My Puppeteer.