tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37159612011-04-21T21:52:24.614-07:00liFe Is liKe mOrE tHaN jUz a bOx oF cHoCoLaTe......life is like a ticking clock, useless as it ticks......dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comBlogger1141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-1072031655580795992003-12-21T10:32:00.000-08:002003-12-21T10:35:34.093-08:00i've changed my blog to this link
www.demoner.blogspot.com
hope i will still have readers.... =P
tata~~dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-1072030328017113872003-12-21T09:22:00.000-08:002003-12-21T10:13:26.826-08:00it's been so long....why don't i make a more precision time frame....
it's been exactly 5 years since we had broken up.
everything ended so abruptly...why don't i make it more detailed....
we ended our twisted paths through a phonecall....nor a hug nor a kiss to mark the end of the tender relationship we once held between our little fingers.
it was really a fate tat had entered my life in dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-1071649008891123372003-12-16T23:33:00.000-08:002003-12-17T00:33:48.373-08:00ÊDz»ÊÇÄã˵¹ýÐÒ¸£ÊÇÒª×Ô¼ºÈ¥ÕùÈ¡,
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Îһᷢ×Å´ô¡¡È»ºóÎdEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-1071580442449504872003-12-16T05:14:00.000-08:002003-12-16T05:15:14.340-08:00I may not be the one you're looking for,
to walk ur life together through the rain.
I may not be the one you're searching for,
to walk ur life together with an umbrella.
I can't promise you tat my love will be strong enough to last ur journey,
But this is the only love tat i've for you that i'm willing to shelther you for juz a short path of ur life.
i try not to think abt the past,
but it dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-1070912951441770812003-12-08T11:49:00.000-08:002003-12-08T11:50:12.640-08:00hold on to me if you're falling,
so tat we could fall together for each other.
translate a well-said words from steven chow's journey to west part 2.....which is a long long time ago movie....
once there was a true love placing in front of me, but i didn't cherish it.
i took it for granted and soon it left me. When i had finally realised it, it was already too late for me to seize it.
the most dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-1070117599602658452003-11-29T06:53:00.000-08:002003-11-29T06:54:08.716-08:00tat time i was in ur room...i asked you why did you cut ur hair short instead of keeping ur hair long juz like before...
you answered me tat it's unreasonable and silly of me to ask you tat...and insist tat u looked prettier with long hair...
tat time when we were having our examz..i saw you with ur hair grew longer...... you looked juz as beautiful as before....
now i've finally realised tat itdEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-1069945530325122942003-11-27T07:05:00.000-08:002003-11-27T07:06:17.450-08:004:33pm i saw you walk into the cafe....
4:38pm i looked at ur shadow as you walked out of the cafe...
4:39pm tears started to flow.....
Only the clock on the wall witness my heartbreak...
12:31am i finally walked out of the door.....
dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-1069844043247721882003-11-26T02:54:00.000-08:002003-11-26T02:54:48.153-08:00i held your hands,
juz like the way you held on to mine.
i walked beside you,
juz like the way you walked closely beside me.
we were so in love with each other.
now you've left me,
juz like the way your love has left mine.
now you're juz a stranger to me,
juz like the way you perceive me as one too.
wat if....and i really mean it....
i tot its becoz you've changed ur heart...and tat's why you dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-1069686483589656372003-11-24T07:08:00.000-08:002003-11-24T07:13:02.950-08:00no gentle breeze shares the common sweetness tat my love could bring
no lesser than an red apple's sweet.
like the brightest star in the furthest sky,
spreads over distance and fades none of its shines.
i would not speak a word nor leak an echo from my heart,
not tat i have my voice entwined by the raintrees' vines.
i would not say this love as a ship drifting in a mist in the dark,
for i don't dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-1069511090288184442003-11-22T06:24:00.000-08:002003-11-22T06:25:29.560-08:00Juz like toying the sand caught in the hourglass.....
Juz like making water turbulances in a water bottle....
There will be no ending for some things in life....
They juz keep repeating themselves through time....
Break tat hourglass.....burst tat water bottle....
wat i would forsee is juz pool of fresh warm blood all over the floor....
There will be no cries of terror....
there will be no dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-1068869460707128712003-11-14T20:11:00.000-08:002003-11-14T20:11:30.390-08:00I hate this state whereby i'm being caught in a dilema... Should i....or shouldn't i....
When i start to dream of someone in my dreams...that's the signs of love for whom i'm in...
Lately i've dreamt of her....wonder why this had to happen.... not wondering why it's her... but wonder why my feelings are getting stronger after each day of trying to hold them back? juz like taming a wild beast...dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-1068741081321533712003-11-13T08:00:00.000-08:002003-11-13T08:31:48.793-08:00What if a devil has fallen in love with an angel,
Would his fate be no end of loving her in total vain?
What if a devil couldn't speak the words of an angel,
Would his confession of love be left unsaid till the end of eternality?
I never choose to a devil,
I was born to be one.
But it is my choice to be in love with this angel,
Even if her gentle wings may burn my body in hell.
Would you love dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-1068299239351740322003-11-08T05:34:00.000-08:002003-11-08T05:47:39.920-08:00does it mean tat i've to be chained up in the prison of love,
if i've fallen in love with somebody tat i shouldn't have?
Or perhapz it isn't love tat i've found in it, but juz my foolishness is playing a game on me?
Could i plead for mercy?
Would i be freed?
Would i see another rainbow shine across the sky again.dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-1068294960953263132003-11-08T03:58:00.000-08:002003-11-08T04:40:51.246-08:00i can't find her lyricz through search engine...so i will juz typed her song myself...
Dido's new album.....i love the way she sings...smoothening... and simple lyricz.......
and this is the song tat makes me fall for her....
Dido
Title:White flag
i know you think that i shouldn't still love you or tell you that
but i didn't say it well i'd still have felt it, where's the sense in that
i dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-1067683889128959892003-11-01T02:51:00.000-08:002003-11-01T02:51:40.326-08:00Tears of joy tasted warm and salty.
Tears of sorrow tasted cold and bitter.
Do you know tears have different tastes when it's fallen for different reasonz? Well..at least i think i can taste the difference....
dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-1067517228746259772003-10-30T04:33:00.000-08:002003-10-30T04:33:49.326-08:00If I have to leave this world,
I would not bring you along.
But i would carry along the memories tat we once had,
And please don't shed a tear for me if i have to go heaven before you.
I may not be able to touch ur hands anymore,
And kiss you good nite on ur gentle fingers.
I may not be able to call out ur name,
And look into ur eyes while saying tat i still love you so.
If tat day really dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-1067425714999384572003-10-29T03:08:00.000-08:002003-10-29T03:08:42.856-08:00never know a person can be so nicely disguised under one's appearance......
i have this sudden feelings of digust over wat i've seen..... and over wat i've heard...
i wish things never happen...wat a waste my time..and my youth..and my life.....
all the things said are all crapz..lies.... wonder how it was being nicely covered.... tat's enough to blind my eyes..and my intelligence....
i'm dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-1066757433909421882003-10-21T10:30:00.000-07:002003-10-21T10:30:33.616-07:00Betrayal,
Probing like a silent killer.
Crucifying straight to my heart,
With my last breath to mark the pain tat it brings.
Once you were my lover,
Down we fell apart as friends.
Heart to heart,
I still promised i'll be there even if the whole world is against you.
Now with this last stab right across my back,
It's deep enough for me to give a last cry.
In the name of betrayal,
I was drowned dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-1065801873330209582003-10-10T09:04:00.000-07:002003-10-10T09:04:33.463-07:00The Shirelles---Will You still Love Me Tomorrow
Tonight you're mine completely
You give your love so sweetly
Tonight the light of love is in your eyes
But will you Still love me tomorrow?
Is this a lasting treasure
Or just a moment's pleasure?
Can I believe the magic of your sighs?
Will you still love me tomorrow?
Tonight with words unspoken
You say that I'm the only one
But will my heart be dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-1065782616467814472003-10-10T03:36:00.000-07:002003-10-10T03:45:36.356-07:00We are all born angels with a pair wings reaching for heaven,
And it's love tat breaks one of wings and makes us fall.
In searching for the one who has the identical wing to pair,
You will keep falling till you find the one who's strong enough to complement ur flight.
dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-106533861590802302003-10-04T23:22:00.000-07:002003-10-05T00:23:35.870-07:00Many ppl see love as a stalk of rose, beautiful but with threatening thorns. Some of those who try to pursue it, get themselves hurt with pain that will never be forgotten. And they will have the "once-bitten-twice-shy" after-effect that their fingers will feel a burning sensation whenever they see another rose.
Others, who are luckly enough, finally gently get hold on to a lovely rose in their dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-1064634118152069782003-09-26T20:41:00.000-07:002003-09-26T20:41:57.880-07:00on the 25th of sept.....it rained the whole day.....
dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-1064383458140214612003-09-23T23:04:00.000-07:002003-09-23T23:04:18.250-07:00Aqua
title:Turn Back Time
Give me time to reason,
give me time to think it through.
Passing through the season,
where I cheated you.
I will always have a cross to wear,
but the bolt reminds me I was there.
So give me strength,
to face this test of mine.
(Chorus 1)
If only I could turn back time,
If only I had saved what I still had.
If only I could turn back time,
I would stay for the nightdEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-1064129052049281752003-09-20T21:48:00.000-07:002003-09-21T00:32:23.610-07:00Ronald and Landy know each other since they were young in a dancing school. However, Ronald had quitted school because of his academic studies and he had lost his contact with Landy.
Over the years, finally a tender drop of fate fell upon them once again when one day they met each other on a street. They exchanged contacts and began to meet up often to have this friendship returned to their dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-1063806538217181382003-09-17T06:48:00.000-07:002003-09-17T06:48:57.690-07:00liang ge ren bi chi xiang ai, cai jiao yuan fen.
----------turn right turn left
from the movie...i see two apects....typical aspects of love.....- love or be loved.....
i've seen myself as cheng zhi cai during one part of the show..... where he was showering in the bathroom.... and gigi is crying so badly outside...and picking up her courage..she used the harshest words tat she had ever said todEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-1063561018133642572003-09-14T10:36:00.000-07:002003-09-14T10:36:58.050-07:00Don't curse the darkness. Light the candle.
-------------------------- A dear dear friend
:: congz 7:36:57 PM [+] ::
comments(0)
happen to see this from somebody's blog..
i think it's meaningful..... though if i were the one writing it..i will write " live with it" as the ending sentence.... keke... Din know lighting a candle is a better choice...
wonderful phrase i think.
=P
thanx...to dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-1063519201479602912003-09-13T22:51:00.000-07:002003-09-13T23:00:01.466-07:00i believe happiness is painted white.
i believe sadness is painted blue.
i believe luck is painted green.
i believe disappointment is painted violet.
i believe jealousy is painted margenta
i believe loneliness is painted black.
but i'm colourblind......i see my world in grey..........
dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-1063434325718853762003-09-12T23:25:00.000-07:002003-09-12T23:25:25.663-07:00A spinning fan on the ceiling,
A chair below.
A lonely lamp on the table,
Trying so hard to lit up the empty room.
A lighted cigarette left burning by the ash tray,
A cup of hot coffee sitting beside it.
Here i am standing still,
Trying to get the warmth to fight the bittering cold.
A broken heart,
A dettached soul.
Without a voice, with a sight,
I've no where to go.........................dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-1063358133372062542003-09-12T02:15:00.000-07:002003-09-12T02:15:33.376-07:00you know i won't be strong enough to say goodbye to you,
so you have turned away and letting this relationship end in its own way.
you know i won't be determined enough not to find you again,
so you have left with nothing behind for me to know where you are going.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-1062162074080393912003-08-29T06:01:00.000-07:002003-08-29T06:01:13.930-07:00i was caught right in a whirlpool of love,
Spinning around and let my heart losing the grip of my soul.
i tot this is a feeling of love,
but it turned out to be a trap tat i have set myself.
Juz like a tornado ride,
i was trundled hopelessly in an increasing pace as time went by.
Slowly losing my air and losing my voice,
i was swept up in the vortex and losing my conscious.
Experiencing the dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-1060492232689670152003-08-09T22:10:00.000-07:002003-08-09T22:10:32.700-07:00i wish i were really happy,
forcing the smilles on my face everyday isn't getting my life to any better.
Constantly reminding myself tat i'm still breathing,
i've to keep on my path through this deep forest alone without a light.
"Keep walking" i said,
"there's no turning back."
"juz keep walking! i've already come so far on my own feet,
wat's the point of fearing when there's no one out there dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-1059229607926728272003-07-26T07:26:00.000-07:002003-07-26T07:28:39.470-07:00juz an sms i've typed:
If a sleep might wash away of a day's memories, i would be afraid to close my eyes for every night on which we had met in the day. =p... Good night! Miss ya....dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-1059123982207336202003-07-25T02:06:00.000-07:002003-07-25T07:33:47.210-07:00i fall for you for who you are and for whom i've seen in you.
and i'm not asking you to love me becoz of wat i've been feeling for you,
for tat's sympathy.
i love you with the fact tat i know you don't have the affection tat i've for you,
and i wish you will one day love me juz like the way i've loved you.
you don't be with someone who loves you,
you only be with someone whom you can love and dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-1059100427556704022003-07-24T19:33:00.000-07:002003-07-24T22:19:50.463-07:00you were lying on my bed,
so innocently you slept and went into ur dreamz.
i looked at you from the desk over the cup of milo between us,
i juz wish time could juz stop at this moment and let this feeling of love last forever.
you were juz so near to me,
tat i could smell the frangance from ur silky hair.
i don't know if it's the hot vapours of the milo or it's my imaginationz,
you seem so far dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-1057897893021889192003-07-10T21:31:00.000-07:002003-07-10T21:31:32.930-07:00i never know you till i've seen ur smiles,
i never know those weren't meant for me.
i never know you till i've seen ur tears,
i never know those weren't meant for me either.
i thought i've walked into ur life,
i never know i'm actually walking in circles.
i thought i've touched ur heart,
i never know i'm actually a mere illusion to you.
i never know wat love is,
never know i wasn't been loved dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-1057072535465736482003-07-01T08:15:00.000-07:002003-07-01T08:15:35.460-07:00I keep a rose in a container and send it to your doorstep,
Left it there sitting quietly and patiently for ur return.
Every second of the clock sounds off its tickz,
The rose opens its petals silently bit by bit.
It waits and waits and still sees no shadows,
It prays and prays for the time to stop its growth.
The love it carries starts to dry up its red pigments,
It weeps and weeps and begins todEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-1056868607640980542003-06-28T23:36:00.000-07:002003-06-28T23:36:47.506-07:00i've been searching for something in my whole entire life,
and wat i've got at the end is juz a piece of fanciful lie.
i wonder how i've got this far,
wonder why i've made myself a fool by giving out all my heart.
I've enough of all the crapz...nothing in the world is worthed for any of the sacrifices and the feelings tat i've given for. I always tell myself tat there will alwayz be another dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-956527522003-06-13T22:03:00.000-07:002003-06-13T22:07:04.000-07:00Time to wash away the bitter tears,
The morning rays urge you to move on with a new day.
Time to keep aside the unwanted memories,
You know it too well tat life isn't all abt burdening miseries.
You move on and walk into a street of crowd,
Passing by and crossing over the roads without any doubt.
You know it too well tat you have to carry on with ur life,
Even though you have juz stopped on ur dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-955871072003-06-12T05:36:00.000-07:002003-06-12T05:36:27.923-07:00Do you believe in fate?
If you do,
Will you believe that we have passed by millions of lives of others and meet each other for this once in a life time?
Do you believe in love?
If you do,
Will you believe tat i've been searching for my special one till i've fallen for you for this once in a life time?
i never knew fate could be such a fantasy,
till i've this feeling of seeing you before in my dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-951547572003-06-01T08:29:00.000-07:002003-06-01T08:29:22.306-07:00someone juz showed me her baby photo...and tat reminds me of my baby photo.....
i believe all of us have our own cute baby photos.... and we alwayz wish to share it with someone whom we are close to.... and to some other ppl like me....would wish to even give it to our closest....
I've given my one and only baby photo taken when i was four years old...in that cute little red t-shirt and shorts..dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-951135662003-05-31T00:28:00.000-07:002003-05-31T00:28:45.003-07:00well...i muz get things started... i promise this special friend of mine tat i shall write something for her... but i guess she doesn't want her name to be mentioned... then i shall see if i can be tactical enough.... =D
Don't you think life could be quite amazing sometimes...juz when you feel so lost and numbed by the happenings around you.... when you feel that you've detached from all ur dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-949952592003-05-28T09:39:00.000-07:002003-05-30T23:56:33.000-07:00...................................................................
Then I feel your sea
Raining down on me
Can this be my once in a lifetime
Hell's at heaven's door
As I need you more
You know you're my once in a lifetime
..................................................................dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-937327562003-05-03T20:57:00.000-07:002003-05-03T20:57:05.343-07:00Unleashes the demon and let the darkness befall,
Makes torment to the world and brings havoc to the hall.
Casts the calamities and throws death to anyone it sees,
And you won't want to believe...nothing could have its power seized.
dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-935374062003-04-30T08:55:00.000-07:002003-04-30T08:55:47.180-07:00It wouldn't be tat sad if i realise tat i've fallen in love with a girl who will only treat me as a friend, as this kind of things keeps happening; this is a fact of life.
But it's actually becoz the girl happens to be you and this is wat really break me down. This is wat i never wish to be happening...becoz if it's so, i will lose the chance of having you walk through our life together...
dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-933055892003-04-26T11:22:00.000-07:002003-04-26T11:22:16.783-07:001 "The great love that I have for you
2 is gone, and I find my dislike for you
3 grows every day. When I see you,
4 I do not even like your face;
5 the one thing that I want to do is to
6 look at other girls. I never wanted to
7 marry you. Our last conversation
8 was very boring and has not
9 made me look forward to seeing you dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-932970812003-04-26T07:56:00.000-07:002003-04-26T07:59:59.000-07:00Standing still where we were at the carpark,
Under the deep purple sky we were the only ones having this little space of the world.
I looked at you and you looked at me,
We both knew tat night was the last night we will freeze the time and turn them into wonderful memories.
We had our last good-bye as well as our last touches of our hands,
As we both knew deep inside tat all of wat had happened dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-928407022003-04-18T08:24:00.000-07:002003-04-18T08:25:41.000-07:00There's an ocean between us,
You know where to find me.
I'll be waiting for you to come.....
even though i've not seen you before.......
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Walking away from the reality tat i no longer miss.
Farewell to the morning rayz and the city lights,
Only an isolationz will keep me entertained in the nights of a purple sky.
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when words juz don't come out while you're feeling so much in ur soul and yet you dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-914848152003-03-27T07:44:00.000-08:002003-03-27T07:44:30.326-08:00Make a wish upon a star,
May it fly beyond the clouds and beyond the distance tat seperates us apart.
Through the space and through the limit of time,
May it dissolve into a gentle breeze tat blow against ur lovely face and let you know tat you're still living in the heart of mine.
Flowers will wither as time goes by,
Not even the most beautiful rose can have this fact defied.
My thoughts of youdEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-912187072003-03-23T03:04:00.000-08:002003-03-23T03:04:31.483-08:00I don't know how long it will be,
I don't even know if this long is wat it is meant for us to be.
Perhaps we won't even have the chance to meet,
But all i know is tat i'll remember wat had once been through with you beside me.
i'm not in the state of norm....i don't think i will be blogging....for dayz, maybe weeks, maybe months. I'm feeling so exhausted, mentally and physically...i guess i willdEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-909989282003-03-19T08:45:00.000-08:002003-03-19T08:45:32.716-08:00Artist : Obsession Indecent
Song : Fixing A Broken Heart
There was nothing to say the day she left
I just filled a suitcase full of regrets
I hailed a taxi in the rain
Looking for some place to ease the pain, ooh
Then like an answered prayer
I turned around and found you there
* You really know where to start
Fixing a broken heart
You really know what to do
Your emotional tools can`t cure anydEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-908080462003-03-16T08:41:00.000-08:002003-03-19T08:59:56.000-08:00There was this guy, Alex. And there was this girl whom he admires, named Rachel.
They weren't close to each other, they were juz friends. They were both introduced to each other by a friend of theirs.
Alex is a complete nerd, while Rachel is a sporty girl who loves skating. They were totally from different worlds.
And becoz of this difference, Alex fell in love with Rachel by this dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-908012422003-03-16T04:50:00.000-08:002003-03-16T07:27:48.000-08:00i don't know if i should delete tat msg tat you had sent to me before.....
coz i've seen something missing on ur phone......
Both hold the same meaning.... since you've put it away.......should i not do the same? wat's there for me to keep anywayz........
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You've clarified with me.... but i still felt dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-907966692003-03-15T23:18:00.000-08:002003-03-15T23:18:19.826-08:00It's 12:42am in the morning. We are at the airport and only silence accompany us.
I'm sending you off to Japan just like a year ago. You're going back for ur studies again.
Memories of the past films into my eyes as I walk you to the departing gate.
Last year, we were at this same place and at this same time, we both hugged each other, and gave our last kisses goodbye. We were so in love with dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-907709692003-03-15T10:47:00.000-08:002003-03-15T10:47:33.966-08:00My favourite movie: Jerry Maguire
Favourite quotes:
Jerry Maguire: "I love you. You... complete me."
Dorothy Boyd: "Shut up. Just shut up. You had me at "hello.""
dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-907704712003-03-15T10:34:00.000-08:002003-03-18T09:27:41.000-08:00Once, there were a guy and a girl, named Adam and Eve. They were so in love with each other after all fate had perfectly arranged them to meet. They were like living in heaven.
However, God wanted little twists in their relationship. He had overdone it and caused them to break up. The guy still thought of her every day and night, but as for the girl, she soon found another guy to share her lifedEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-907478942003-03-14T20:41:00.000-08:002003-03-14T20:41:10.763-08:00i'm hibernating.... i'm so afraid to be in the limelight...... i juz want to let the surroundings, the world, the people change me....shape me in a way tat suit them best...
By so...i don't have to think so much...and my time will juz pass by....yes....it may be a waste....but at least i won't be thinking of ppl and things......
I'm hibernating...... guess it's really a time for me to rest...... dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-904020452003-03-09T07:04:00.000-08:002003-03-09T07:04:50.763-08:00Distance
i could run with my life to cover the distance tat seperates us far away,
i could overcome the mountains and the valleys tat might hinder my way.
but i can never outrun the distance between our hearts.
I see you so near...so near.... so close tat if i call ur name...i know you will hear me.... even if i reach out my hand...i know you are able to catch it.....
but i feel you so far....dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-903992542003-03-09T05:18:00.000-08:002003-03-09T05:18:44.013-08:00Artist : Michelle Branch
Song : Good Bye To You
Of all the things I believed in,
I just want to get it over with.
Tears from behind my eyes, but I do not cry.
Counting the days that pass me by.
I've been searching deep down in my soul.
Words that I'm hearing are starting to get old,
feels like I'm starting all over again.
The last three years were just pretend,
and I said...
Good bye to dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-899820212003-03-01T20:02:00.000-08:002003-03-01T20:02:16.560-08:00Waiting at the other side of the world,
I'm standing alone at the bridge in the Garden of Eden.
With a stalk of rose in my hands which i gently hold,
Wearing a smile I'm still hoping for your return.
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dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-899634042003-03-01T11:13:00.000-08:002003-03-01T11:13:10.093-08:00guess wat.....i've finally got pictures of you..well..actually it's juz 2 photos.....
but tat's enough...... all thanx to mr hanwei...keke.....
NOw at least i can look at the photo more than i look at the apple-liked yuan qi.....
I miss you a lot......... when will we meet again......walking in the crowds....and suddenly we stop in front of each other.....juz a simple hi...and a lovely smile....dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-898894682003-02-27T23:39:00.000-08:002003-02-27T23:39:04.920-08:00these are jokes tat i've read in ajc council's forum.....find them funny and paste it here....
ranieri.. these are supposedly for you to read when you're taking ur hep b...but well..think it's rather late..keke...
1. George arrives for an examination that requires "yes" or "no" answers. Once the exam starts, he begins flipping a coin. The supervising teacher comes over and asks what he's doing.dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-898446802003-02-27T08:24:00.000-08:002003-02-27T08:24:53.106-08:00ÂýÂýµØ×ßÔÚÎÞÈ˵ĽֵÀÉÏ, »Æ»èµÄ¼ÅįÏԵøü¼ÓÆàÁ¹.
ÊÔ×Å̧ͷÍû×ŵºìµÄÌì¿Õ, ÈÃÄÇÀä·ç½«ÎÒµÄ˼Äî±ù·â.
.................... still no mood.....................
watever.........dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-898131942003-02-26T19:04:00.000-08:002003-02-26T19:04:58.296-08:00Pachabel Cannon in D.....
this is the musicz tat i'm playing in my winamp now.... i got it from this webby of games..and i juz love those lovely musicz....
http://www.ferryhalim.com/orisinal/
well....it's under tat pig's game... i juz love it tat i went to download straight away.... still love the piano version more....
What is the time when you find a girl most attractive?
If there is anyone dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-897184272003-02-25T08:34:00.000-08:002003-02-25T08:35:03.000-08:00I still remember some nice inspirational lines in the postcards tat my special one sent me before...
perhapz i juz share one with you....
" life is abt making footprints...so stop making butt prints when you're down......."
Meaning: Get up when you're beaten down by the rough tides...Move on!!!
I still miss you so........dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-896443162003-02-24T06:43:00.000-08:002003-02-24T06:43:04.810-08:00i remember a poem...... though i've written to someone special to me in the past.... now i'm writing to everyone who reads this....
I'll translate into english then...
Happiness is juz like pieces of a shattered crystal ball....
Some ppl pick up more...some ppl pick up less....
Nobody will pick up everything.......
But yet..there are some others....suffer many cuts when they are trying so hard dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-895945192003-02-23T03:35:00.000-08:002003-02-23T03:35:18.846-08:00Sorry.......i can't write anymore poems for the time being... i'm being hit back to where i juz started...... i think perhapz i'm so numb with my feelings... tat i can't write anymore...i don't have anymore to say from my heart i guess..... i don't know how long it may take.. perhapz i will never be able to write again....
I guess i juz miss you so much...after all the things tat we have been dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-895080952003-02-21T09:59:00.000-08:002003-02-21T09:59:13.050-08:00Is this a sad song i'm singing for you?
If not then what explains my tears tat fall everytime i think of you?
I know i'm juz being like a fool on my own will,
Cry for you and imagine tat we were actually lovers who fall apart under God's will.
Maybe if you do see wat i see in you,
You will feel tat my love for you is actually true.
Everytime when i could meet you in any given fate,
I will get dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-895056562003-02-21T09:12:00.000-08:002003-02-21T09:12:28.463-08:00Song : Bizarre Love Triangle
Every time I think of you
I feel shot right through into a bolt of blue
It's no problem of mine but it's a problem I find
Living a life that I can't leave behind
There's no sense in telling me
The wisdom of a fool won't set you free
But that's the way that it goes
And it's what nobody knows
While every day my confusion grows
Every time I see you falling
I get down dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-894351742003-02-20T07:05:00.000-08:002003-02-20T07:05:17.346-08:00»¹¼ÇµÃµ±³öµÄÔ¼¶¨ÊÇÔÚÎÒÇ£×ÅÄãµÄÊÖ×ß¹ýÄÇÌõÎÞÈ˵ĽֵÀÉÏ,
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Ôø¾µÄ³ÐŵÈç½ñÔÚʱ¼ä·ÉÊźó¶ø±ôÁÙÒÅÍüʱ»¹ÊÇ·ñÄÇôÖØÒª?
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dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-889543612003-02-11T20:30:00.000-08:002003-02-11T20:30:23.170-08:00How could i not make this love as a pretend,
As a deceit tat doesn't worth me a cent?
How could i not tell myself to let this fate end,
And see you walk out of my life when i've finally decided to let go of ur hand?
It's not becoz i don't wish to see you anymore,
But i never want you to know i'm already torn.
Not tat i heartlessly turned my back on you out of hatre,
But out of love i don't hope dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-887965862003-02-09T04:57:00.000-08:002003-02-09T04:58:33.000-08:00You had taken my breath away,
On tat night when we had said our last good-bye.
I would never wish to let our fate end in this way,
But i'm so helpless to have watched the flame die in front of my eyes.
If you have turned and looked at me,
You will see tat i've actually left something for you by the roadside.
Not a bouquet of roses nor even a love letter,
But a tear from me tat fell so pitifully dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-887665442003-02-08T11:52:00.000-08:002003-02-08T11:52:47.960-08:00to the fate tat was once meant for us,
i end it with juz a smile.
to the love tat was once meant for you,
i end it with juz a smile.
Juz a smile......i end it all.............dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-887159402003-02-07T10:03:00.000-08:002003-02-07T10:03:10.800-08:00Artist : Daniel Bedingfield
Song : If You're Not The One
If you're not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?
If you're not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?
If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call
If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all
I never know what the future brings
but I know you are here with me now
We'll make it dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-886564442003-02-06T09:21:00.000-08:002003-02-06T09:21:00.996-08:00ÊDz»Êǵ±Ò»Çм´½«½áÊø֮ǰ,
²Å»áÃ÷°×ʱ¼äÊÇÈç´ËµÄÎÞÇé?
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dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-886428832003-02-06T03:39:00.000-08:002003-02-06T03:39:36.103-08:00counting down......2 dayz left.......
Will the images of you fade after the chingay ends?
Like a film slowly being exposed to the light till it's completely disappeared?
And will i be the same in ur position?
Slowly becoming invisible to you and to your life?
dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-885996142003-02-05T09:48:00.000-08:002003-02-05T09:48:20.946-08:00time flies indeed, little do i realise, that 3 dayz after, and there comes our chingay.
And little do i realise tat after tat, we will have to part.
I sent ya home juz now, glad that i had such wonderful time that i could spend alone with you...even if it's juz inside the train cabin...for juz less than 20 minz journey.
I'm glad at least i have you beside me all the while.... but ur hp is ringingdEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-884766842003-02-03T08:01:00.000-08:002003-02-03T08:01:53.350-08:00if i've known this pain tat i'm feeling now,
perhapz i won't be silly enough to chase after a shooting star.
Who told me tat dreams could be made real?
Who told me tat i would feel better at least i gave it a try?
Now i couldn't feel a thing, like my soul was being sucked out clean out from my body.
Now i can't even sleep, as my dream was terribly shattered.
Sorry, is not wat you should say,
NotdEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-884298942003-02-02T10:32:00.000-08:002003-02-02T10:32:03.490-08:00if i don't speak the words of love, what else could i express the feelings inside me burning, tossing, peeling.
i'm saying thoughts that money can't buy, neither would the time can provide.
why am i behaving like a souless being, wandering around searching for a meaning.
god tells me tat it is you, and it's only you who can make this dream come true.
I don't need you to love me, as i'm forbidden dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-880514952003-01-26T09:00:00.000-08:002003-01-26T09:00:08.880-08:00ĬĬÎÞÑÔÖ»ÄÜÕ¾ÔڹµÆÏÂ,
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we have already distanced apart...i know.... i'm sad.... yang qi....is a song for you...
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¿à�½»åe�ÛµÄÌðÃÀ dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-876661412003-01-18T20:41:00.000-08:002003-01-18T20:41:44.073-08:00Can you see wat's so bitter in my eyes?
Can you tell me why would my tears make their sacrifice?
Could everything tat i have done for you be suffice?
Could you tell me tat you're going to stay even it's juz a lie?
Baby, plz stay.
Be with me till the dawn breaks.
Hold me tight till I fall asleep in ur embrace,
Even if this is going to be the last night with you by my side.
Before i close my dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-876640482003-01-18T19:44:00.000-08:002003-01-18T19:44:47.790-08:00These are my past works...lucky my dear sis still kept them....haha..so i shall post it here~~~ lalala..some of them..i juz love much~~~ thx sis~ muackz~
First: Life is like a ticking clock
Life is like a ticking clock.
Useless as it ticks.
Counting every seconds of ur sorrow.
Till its last tick claims ur very last breath.
Why?
And why me?
And why only bitter torture that i feel and see?
dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-873096892003-01-12T09:02:00.000-08:002003-01-12T09:02:32.390-08:00I told you tat i'm from the future and i'm leaving straight after chingay............. back to where i should belong.......
Laughters and cheers are normally followed closely by emptiness and loneliness behind,
Only some captured scenes and images and voices will be left in our hearts which we named memories.
The only difference tat we both are going to feel is tat you will lose me as a friend dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-872525512003-01-10T21:28:00.000-08:002003-01-10T21:28:44.166-08:00Aaron kwok was my idol when i was in secondary. Not becoz he's handsome or things like tat... it's becoz of his songs. Yes..i know he suckz in singing..but his songs are nice..... i love their lyricz...esp songs by XIAO MEI. and this song tat i'm posting is one of my favourites.... it's old .... but it's still nice....
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dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-870091642003-01-06T07:27:00.000-08:002003-01-06T07:27:12.400-08:00Artist : Evan And Jaron
Song : Crazy For This Girl
Album :
Submitted by :
Corrected by : Jenni
Rated : 9.6 (49 votes)
She rolls the windows down,
and she talks over the sound
of the cars that pass us by,
and I don't know why
but she's changed my mind.
Would you look at her?
She looks at me.
She’s got me thinking about her constantly,
but she don't know how I feel.
And as she carries dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-869602202003-01-05T05:15:00.000-08:002003-01-05T05:15:38.933-08:00this is still one of the sexiest songs that i love
Artist: Enrique Iglesias
Album: Enrique
Title: Be with you
Monday night I feel so low
Count the hours they go so slow
I know the sound of your voice
Can save my soul
City lights, streets of gold
Look out my window to the world below
Moves so fast and it feels so cold
And I`m all alone
Don`t let me die
I`m losing my mind
Baby just give medEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-869313422003-01-04T12:06:00.000-08:002003-01-04T12:06:35.943-08:00You were so close to me,
A dance that we were never tired of repeating it.
You were so close to me,
A world tat i had you in this sweet circle tat we did.
An eye contact,
A smile tat we both shared.
In the beautiful music tat we had,
Within it we were acting juz like a loving couple.
But we both knew,
As this relationship tat we juz established.
This is juz a play,
Roles of lovers for juz one dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-867791122002-12-31T23:56:00.000-08:002002-12-31T23:56:31.150-08:00meaning of life for today: Take a person's heart as a box with feelings kept inside. You try as hard as you could and you get into the box, but you still see nothing inside becoz it's in total darkness. The only way to see wat's inside is to open the lid and let the light shine into it. Then you could see.
Explantion: You can't enter a person's heart without him/her opening the lid. Likewise, dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-867787862002-12-31T23:43:00.000-08:002002-12-31T23:44:40.000-08:00When the pain pin you down, you feel the tension. And the tension inside you feels so great that you start to suffocate. And as you suffocate you tend to breathe harder.
And as you breathe harder, you feel more of the pain. And as you feel more pain, you feel the tension is adding up and make you suffocate even more. That's how it goes.. forever and ever.... And you wish you were never even born dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-864264282002-12-22T23:15:00.000-08:002002-12-24T06:50:30.000-08:00Was it fate playing us a joke,
Or was it enveloping a dream for the two of us?
Even if it's playing a mischief,
It sure was a beautiful dream tat i could have ever imagined.
You were standing at a far distance as I was approaching ur direction,
Our eyes met and there was when I felt tat you're not juz a stranger to me.
As if everything was being planned so miraculously,
You walk into my life dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-860956502002-12-15T22:15:00.000-08:002002-12-15T22:15:48.693-08:00Don't turn ur back on me,
Shutting up all doors to avoid me.
This might be and it could mean,
The last chance before the fate is leaving.
Don't cover ur ears becoz i'm speaking to you,
Don't ignore my feelings becoz i'm saying to you.
This might be and it could mean,
The last chance before the fate is leaving.
Don't lie to me that we are through,
Don't pretend that ur love for me isn't true.
dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-856458512002-12-07T10:13:00.000-08:002002-12-07T10:13:43.120-08:00Ñõšâ (O1ȱÑõ°æ)
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dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-856225152002-12-06T19:12:00.000-08:002002-12-06T19:13:42.000-08:00Searching through the drawers, looking for a memory that was once lost long time ago. A memory tat made up a part of my life and it's all being contained by a less than 3 cm diameter strong metal- a ring. A ring that has my name engraved so deeply in the internal. Leaving no coners of my room untouched, i still couldn't find it. Repeatedly and anxiously looking for it, like my CD in my hi-fi dEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-853330692002-12-01T07:48:00.000-08:002002-12-01T07:52:12.000-08:00 would a thousand words be enough to dictate the hurt that you had me been cast in.....
would a thousand cries be enough to express the pain that love had given me...
would a thousand wishes be enough to make you come back to where we once began...
would a thousand stars be enough to shine the darkest night that i staying in...
from that day you had left medEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715961.post-852888742002-11-30T01:42:00.000-08:002002-11-30T01:42:16.360-08:00This is a lyrics of this song that i being written and sung in a play that had performed last year in NUS. It's nice, esp the girl's singing.....the angel....
Title: Angel Devil Part 1
(John)
When i started out,
the path was so clear.
Two shots of poison,
and i found out that i was so near.
To meet my Maker,
but alas it was my fate.
To be still, on my way,
but to be four days late.
With thatdEmOnErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753270733158213198noreply@blogger.com