Thursday May 01, 2008

The Night Time Lullaby

Am searching for the happy tune in my head.

While the world goes along its merry ways; totally oblivious with the fact that they’re probably domesticated human machines, she searched the archives of her brain for the tune. The tune that revived her many times before, but, silence, almost deafening.

She drives straight ahead but everything around her seems a pace too slow; too slow for her to grasp what is actually happening in the world, where gravity defines weight, where scientific explanations satisfy most curiosities about the planet, the world, the human body and even scientific terms to counter human reactions.

Nothing seems to be able to penetrate the silence; an all pervading numbness creeps through her whole being, separating her physical existence with her being, stripping her naked, devouring every inch of her flesh, all the way to her bones.

The wind blows ever so lightly, as she allows numbness and indifference to take over. While still trying her very best to search for the happy tune, she found a melancholic evil twin.

"It's a shift. Yea, the shift somehow feels like it's happening. It's happening right now as we speak."

I asked a friend to sing a lullaby to me, to calm my monsters, but he remained silent, and I asked about the rain, but nobody really wants to talk about it. They prefer to sleep to it while I stay awake and think about death; somewhat a really beautiful thing.

Promiscuous I told my brother, which I claimed was a secret, he asked me for a simpler definition of that.

I seek for rhetoric gratification, while the harp strums away in the background, everybody decided to remain silent.

A black bird told me it fears rejection. I answered, "Yea bad experiences, don’t we all have them."

She makes faces at the mirror, rubs her nose, rubs her chin, and pinches her cheeks. “But all these have been said to me before. It’s a pattern, not a good one in my historical context. Please don’t say it again.”

"Cool and soothing, wind that's in your hair. The speed of moving, feels like you can fly, feeling kind of high, beneath the big blue sky." and so the acoustics go as I watch the toxic smoke from the right corner of my eye go up like a Van Gogh night sky.

No, I don't want to do this anymore. Please hold me.

I said before I want to turn off the "switch", but where is it now?

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Monday April 28, 2008

Boo

I'm still alive for those who're wondering.

The site will be revamped; somehow, sometime, soon... PROMISE!

In the meantime, please feel free to leave a note at the comments link or drop me a mail or chat with me for those who know my yahoo or messenger, or skype even.

Love,
Snow

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Thursday May 24, 2007

i am

i am obsessive compulsive

most shades of pink make me sick

i am anal about lotsa things but i don't do anal, na ah, sir, no thank you

bad design gives me a migraine

arranged chaos in my opinion is the greatest form of art

i think Lillian Too needs to get laid

i think my boobs are shrinking

i feel that chinese boys aka. ah bengs are afraid of me

i hate frills (except if it's a fish)

human with animal features amaze me

i function my best when i'm at my most dysfunctional

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