hey blog!!!!

haha i'm quite over my ec (eye-candy lah alamak) already. not because i'm disappointed or anything, just that i'm not expecting anything in return out of having liked her.

i already got to know about her liking and being liked by another guy in my school like 45 years ago, accounting for the reason as to why i wouldn't want to expect anything in return from her part of this crush.

Anyway, now that i've grown to learn about her real character, everything seems to shape differently.
She having a big mouth? Nah. I have a bigger mouth, and a sharper tongue.( and a whole branch of gossip mediums mind you).

Right, moving on. So tomorrow is Manjeeta's birthday. I didn't know what to get for her, so i went to this oddly-named shop( something land if i'm not mistaken) and got a whole heap of candies and stuff for her. Well, at least it's better than getting her a wrapped tomato.

Oh yeah by the way, that time when me, Liyana , Illie and Ika went for this meeting at some SMU hall thingie, we kinda took pictures and miraculously
( observe that i use the word miraculously)
my face turned out
(and the word is in bold by the way)
oddly good-looking.

oh my GOD i AM turning narcissistic!!!!
but i'm not self-centered.
am i?

OMG!!

okay the OMG is getting a bit too annoying.

anyway, humph. no flying tomatoes today. Well maybe they're not in the mood to go around floating tonight. But i thought i did saw cats flying around my block though.

okay, so yeah. Nothing new and interesting. Not yet.

Not unless i can get my hands( or hair ) on something juicy to brag about( why hair? ) on the blog( i have no idea myself ).

till then, sleep tight blog. and you you I-don't-know-who readers you.

ps: what is it with me and tomatoes, especially flying ones.

the nights' company

she was tall
she was fair
of whom has long silky black hair.

a face once of pure innocence
now tainted with devilish mockery

to live a life that has none to live for
or more correctly, to live a death

her pale, fair skin
compliments her bloodshot red eyes
filled with emotions that has run dry
but still clinging on to a world not hers.

the staleness of the midnight's breeze
the ominous serenity of the moon
the uncertainty of being safe
walking back

alone.


for that is what she feeds upon

her deathly pale complexion
likened to a waxen image

thou shall not be comforted
by the very thought of such presence
such clinging bitterly cold gothic presence

walking alone at night
who knows when thy

might just be lucky enough

to have




some company.