BOYCOTT MSN.

i've decided to boycott msn. c'mon people, wake up! it's evil alright. we've spent so many hours online but what exactly are we doing? freaking nothing! ugh. i'm not gonna remain a slacker who stares at the computer for freaking hours. it's like lying on the desert suntanning. only that you don't get tanned from staying online for freaking hours. do you? hmm.

anyway, let's all not come online anymore alright? (: at least i'll try hard. i wanna be a good boy already. well, i will still blog. ah you're not gonna stop me from doing this. no no, you're not gonna convince me coz i'd long convinced myself that blogging is fun. ah shucks. whatever.

i think i'm a sad being trapped in this shell that i would like to name edison. freakingly handsome and stunningly attractive. but no, i feel constrained. freakingly restricted. i know you're thinking why i keep freaking here and there. ugh. freaking is just freakingly interesting yea? no? i'll freaking punch your freaking face then.

ever seen a freakingly handsome being? wanna see? ok then. i shall grant you your silly wish. (:



oh so cute.

GREY.

when we've fallen. there are times of doubts. there is a lack of conviction in whatever we do. and when we looked inside ourselves. we see shades of grey that would have been prettier if some colors were present.

we dream of wonders in life. the hope that sustain our dreams. the fire that light up our lives. we ought to be appreciative of those that stood by. they are the ones that we depended on. the ones that took our hearts and gave them life.

when we fall into the darkness. it's like we're lost within ourselves. enchanted by the beauty of loneliness. for in solitaire, judgement's on a secondary mission. for the primary purpose of being alone, is to recover. reality is fast-paced.

at times when you feel out of breath, step out. give yourself time. because sometimes.

it's okay to be normal.

YOU CHEEKY THING.

now i'm beginning to think what's the big deal about being single. at least i'm free. right? right? yes. i knew you'd agree with me. (smiles)

i'm not gonna think about such stupid irrelevancy anymore. it's just sooo stuupid. oh yea you cheeky thing. you agree. (smiles again)

i tell you. i'd watched a few amazing flicks that you cheeky thing ought to catch too.

harry potter and the goblet of fira. those that read the book, i'm sorry but it's gonna disappoint you. but to those who hadn't read it, you're in for a treat.

just like heaven. this is a freaking good moovie. it holds so much meaning beyond that cheesy-ness.

prime. love is expressive. that's all i can say.

oh yea, be sure to watch those with your lovey dovey. the movies mentioned are (clears throat and smile) all about love.

you cheeky thing.

JULIET CUM EDISON.

there is no freaking logic in many many things that i've encountered since the day you went away. ah rubbish. you're the illogical thing that i've met. bleah.

i'm bothered.

bothered by the fact that i am still single even though i darely pronounced that SINGLEHOOD IS BAD FOR HEALTH. ah-ha. i remained single for another day. woohooo. it feels so good i feel like crashing some econs lecture!

my media player is currently playing zoe tay's song. omg. laugh all you want coz i don't care. i can freaking blast the song on my hi-fi so my whole block can hear zoe tay sing. cannot?

go and die lor.

bah. harry potter's on later with romeo and juliet. i am the bulb lar. duh. if add me into the title will become what? romeo and juliet cum edison. woooo.

so nice.

i promised my sister to bring her to watch harry on friday. ah-ha. can la. not like harry really so boring right? no? yes? whatever.

okay, i've said what i want to say for today. hmm. bored by my entry? ah-ha.

whatever.

SINGLEHOOD IS BAD FOR HEALTH.

it's like waves crashing into me and at that sudden moment, i felt like i couldn't breathe. i know it's stupid to be thinking that singlehood is bad for health, but i just can't get over the fact that i feel lonely. i'm such an ass.

it seems so easy for people to fall in love and love somebody. why can't i do that too? apparantly, i feel nothing for anything around. ugh. it feels like i'm standing in the middle of a crowd of super chio girls and none of them make my heart skip a bit. hmm. probably because i'm gay. rightt..

i wish somebody could get me out of this misery of being so lonely because i feel so tired to even try and save myself. i'd always been filling up my always fun-filled life with tons of games like Hack ver.1 which i freaking completed in like 3 playing days and currently Kingdom of Hearts which apparantly is such a drag because i can't solve those stupid puzzles of finding clues in 3-D maps! ugh.

oh man, can somebody tell me why i am always so anti-social? apparantly, i always keep my mouth shut when i ought to speak a little more. it's tiring to entertain, but it's worse to think too much. when i move my mouth, my brain don't brood over those dumbass issues that's affecting me like siao. yes. probably i should just start babbling to everybody i see so i can subconsciously detach myself from these horrible life-draining chips in my brain.

to whom it may concern: if anybody has PS2 Hack ver.2, can please lend me that freaking game? i'm dying to continue the story. those stupid creators segmented the games into versions! wtf okay. cheers.

life is so beautiful.

right.

FADED.

it was that day
when i asked myself

what had i done with
my life.

i was startled.
unsure of the aching feeling

deep inside.
i knew that i fear

for pain was the last thing
i wanted to feel again.

when i think back
it scares me.

i felt nothing for so long.
even your breath seems

to be some pretended
effort to make me

feel alive.
instead, i was drained.

so empty.

hope.
i guess it doesn't matter

because i no longer trust
not even myself.

the people i shunned
those i depended on.

i can't look in the mirror
can't stand that smile.

it seems forced.
more like agony

than laughter.
like a joke,

i was played.
maybe life's cruel.

or maybe
i'm just misfortunate.

even my lines
gotta give way.

i wished i could tell
somebody.

how it aches.
so hurtful it numbs

when i looked to my side
i see your face.

you're smiling.
your hand wiped away

my tears.
i blinked.

once.
twice.

there i see.
a lonesome figure.

so distant from me.
i'm invisible.

already.

faded.

COME READ THIS YOU DUMBASS.

who are you bitch!
who are you

why the fuck do i even care
i don't know how

or maybe you did
put a spell on me.

why do i get
so freaking affected!

i hate it
when i read your blog.

it sucks alright.

i hate being the one
left behind

and i hate
listening to sad songs

but the freaking happy songs
make me feel worse

so i ended up listening to
stupid sad songs.

yea they pacify me.
and you suck.

did i mention that previously?
oh yes i did

and many many times before
because you do suck!

you freaking idiotic dumb
bitch.

i hate you.

PIECES OF LOVE.

it was a rather peaceful moment
torn under the raging sea.

for it silences the noises
whimpers of fears.

courage was optional
for fear did not exist.

it's a conjuration
of fallen debris in your heart.

for it didn't matter
if mine was torn apart.

the hold was tight
my faith was strong

that singular action
altered the very course of life.

inevitably brokened
many, many pieces of love.

the emptiness
residing in this shell.

i'd forgotten what pain felt.

no longer see
silence was peace.

because it no longer matters
if hope was bleak.

a soft tap on the table
an end to the story.

when you turn back to see
love.

it never exist.