random thoughts

I am consumed by the gargoyle bravery.
Sinfully, Adamantly, Lackadaisically and Paradoxically,
Like the
Gypsyful town that do no good
within walls.
The evil priest that
preaches righteousness
The lightful night that got
shattered by fiery war
The ingrate savior
The innocent spy
The knight in hideous hide
The beauty and the beast
So and so much more
True ugliness reside in one resentful heart
But Beauty thrives microscopically

-thoughts on notre dame. haha. though i don't really understand what i am trying to say. but words just flow out.

when a dew drops on its ninety-ninth,
would it still not ponder about
the way of life.
to be a dew, for what its worth
its short period on earth.
only seen at dawn when even
birds have yet to stirred

if you ask a dew for what its worth
the mystical and persistent
appearance
it might say the way of life is carried
forth by the simplest term
and that is all is worth.

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when thought wasn't given to the science of night.
moonlight, twilight, dusk and dawn
which of them hold the darkest secret of them all?
which of them hide shadows
lurking and corners vanishing?
operations of the night,
stealthily and cunningly,
someone stole her body,
and stow it awry.
even till today, she doesn't
belong for her mind reside
somewhere in that night.


somebody propose at the zoo today. so sweet.

stuck in my head

indifferent difference

those girls,
go to school,
get their As.

this girl,
quits studying,
chases her dreams

those girls,
dress in pink,
like their heels

this girl,
wears her berms,
dress sloppily

those girls,
met a guy,
fell in love

this girl,
loves the boys
who's a tramp

those girls,
got their certs,
but is clueless

this girl,

who has dreams,
misses nothing

cause her happy little self got everything that the world is to offer.

message from rugrats

this used to be one of my favourite cartoon shows. what seems like frivolous humour then is making so much sense now. they are the one who, by their own imagination, build their empire from the simplest tools available, defend their forts with whatever at hand, form alliance with innocent promises of friendships. the adults can't understand their wisdom and thought they are just fooling around. but i say, if i have to give up this obligatory play in life, i would rather not grow up. let me just be in neverland cause for me, this is the best way to lead your life. i choose to lead and not follow. too many people put in blind faith to our external circumstances and ended up in self-deprecation.

cause this is really about an underlying message for me to wake up. if we look back, nobody cares if you are just blabbering nonsense, nobody cares if you don't know anything in the world, nobody cares if you owe nothing else than the diapers. yet, everybody loves you like how the world deserves to be loved.

you sure you want your 20s like that?

-- postsecret

continuation of the story 2 years ago

it was the first time i heard or thought i heard that the cat cried. it makes you cringe. it whimpers about the despair of being lift up and put down once and one more time too much again and again. maybe i know this feeling too.

but now, all i could see is hope. :D blithe don't have to be shone the light of eternity to have a significant impact. for this short moment of joy, i am willing to go through the tedium, to peel through its layers of sorrow to reach the sweetest and juiciest core i ever and will ever taste. even if i am going to finish this luxurious fruit all in just one shot, it is worthwhile simply to rejoice its tenderness and allure of this moment, the epitome of sumptuous love.

thanks :D

i will smile myself silly to sleep tonight. (if this is ever a correct english express) i don't know cause i am deliriously happy now. hehe!

love live

still, you are the one. for days stretched into years and insomnia lengthens the night. they say it was all history, back to the days of sept 2008. now, if only you say you would love to hold fast to the sacrifices you promised so at joy back then. 2 years forward, the so called oath that you swore by might only hang flimsily at the tip of your tongue but it still moves me so. it still does. bring me to you cause there are many wrongs to be right. let me count not the regrets pertaining to you anymore. you taught me well so let me love you now.

if only you could hear me now...
save me from this pit, for better or for worse, i don't care anymore.




violence bred violence