| Rei. (will be on haitus in Malaysia from 31st Oct to 8th Nov. the inbox spammer will return,i assure you. the photos in my iPhoto and folders are piling up!) 11th April is a proud member of:      is rather cynical and delusional about herself. odd how that doesn't tell you whether she is an egoistic psychopath or ridiculously self-deprecating.hah. Enjoys: reading sappy romances, epic fantasies, teen fiction, scandalous SS/HG fanfiction and practically anything; singing loudly and annoyingly, or to herself; dance. modern dance. maybe hip hop. possibly ballet. dance; drumming on your head and any other available surfaces; illegibly writing emo poetry that Shakespeare hates, and poetry and prose in general; taking photos of things you look at but don't see and objects that are not humans and preferably don't move; playing the piano, albeit not very well. -------------------------------- Poem Topics To Write 1.World Weavers,World Makers CAP Theme 2010 2.Develop Drabbles Photographs to Take 1.Painted Shells (modern/abstract) |
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like oracles.Her mouth was stuck inlike oracles.
a permanent half-smile and
love to her was a
myth like irrational
numbers, religion, and her mum. She was willful
and in the advanced
class for calculus and trig.
Her name was Joy, but
she hardly felt it;
she would have preferred Amun. She stuck pens in her
hair, sometimes over her ear, though, the last time I saw her,
she was still looking
for courage to stab
her wrist veins dark blue-violet.
Her eyes sunk deep with
the ages gone by (2 6 13) and she h
by =choirsoftheheavens
five people you meet.He is a man of few words, and fewer actions. He holds his hands at stiff angles when he rides the bus to work in the fall, surrounded by chattering school children who kept bumping into him. He is always waiting for someone to tell him he looks stupid, but their eyes glaze over him, like an oily patch on the road that causes everyone to fall into each other. He never falls.five people you meet.
His step remains steady even when the inner child of most adults is stirred by autumnal leaves underfoot, littering the chilly square where he takes his lunches on the fountain's edge. He crosses, as he always does, from the bus stop to his office building's e
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1000 Paper CranesI.1000 Paper Cranes
We whispered prayers into the corridors while I spoke into your ribcage, telling lies to our skeletons to help you understand.
you said they loved watching me wax poetic while I dripped candlelight into your hands.
we watched the dust motes cover our skin while I taught you how to fly. (you were always too afraid to fall and too afraid to land).
II.
It wasn't lovesongs we sang; it was half-forgotten hymns.
we never wanted to believe but you said ghosts exist without compassion, and with
by =methylated-spirit
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- Current Residence: singapore.
- Interests: dance, percussion, photography, writing, music.
- Favourite band or musician: avril,kelly clarkson.simple plan,linkin park,coldplay,lots more.
- Favourite genre of music: rock,pop,new age,orchestral music,everything else.
- Favourite artist: arts fission dancers.
- Favourite style of art: dance and poetry.
- Operating System: mac.
- MP3 player of choice: ipod nano.
- Personal Quote: "we are all in the gutter, but some us are looking at the stars" -oscar wilde
- Tools of the Trade: notebook,inky pens,mac,handphone camera.
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