the turning blades ease her sight into memory
the circling wind brings her to where it's all rusty
twisting turns and spiraling rounds
make her wear blues and melancholy as a crown
that draws up a princess she always wanted to be -
a smeared portrait of only grey, black and she.

of the happy memories
you and i shared
of the joyful times
we both had
through those, you showed
how much you cared
of the difficult periods
we went through
of the inner struggles
we both held
through those, you proved
nothing i am
of which it's all in vain
of which it's too much of pain

emerging ghost from within
struggling spirit from beneath
cheated findings i search with pain
it's scary how the past runs again
with my threshold running low
with the climate turning cold
i don't know how to call for help
because the sting comes from you
and yet my only source of aid
is you.

teach me.
to smile.

you make me laugh, you make me cry,
you make me live, you make me die, for you
you make me sing, you make me sad,
you make me glad, you make me mad, for you

i love you, hate you, love you, hate you
But i'd want you till the world stops turning

talk about paradoxes. right.

that which are the yellow squares of light
leave me thinking into the lonely night
going through each page of recollections
what's left is only remembrance in the mention
there is no choice anymore but to go ahead
and step into another depth of the memory crate.

it's funny how dismalness can call forth literature.

i love my mommy 'cos she brought me shopping again. i lost a pair of shoes and a pair of slippers over the last few months, all because i left them outside. i hate shoe thieves. curse them all. in breaking all their toes. sick people, why the need to steal footwear, not very ideal huh? but it doesn't really matter now 'cos i got a new pair of slippers. yay. i thought the nike sandals were pretty but the only color was orange. woo. i love orange. haha. of course i didn't get them. i love mommy 'cos she pampers me so much! i want my parents in my next life, next lives too!

ken likes billy bombers' fries. and marche's rosti. ken just enjoys potatoes.

our first.  

brimming.
he makes me fall in love with him every day, in fact, almost all the time.
i want you till the world stops turning. :)