28.10.10

The Fray

It's been a while, hasn't it? Sorry, bout that. I know I've said it a million times, but well. i do really apologize dear blog of mine. I've just been..

busy.

Serious, it's not you, it's me.

Anyways, guess what? I FEEL LIKE SUCH A BAND WHORE. AHHHHH! Heh. Jumping from one band to another. But yeah... for a while now, The Fray's been tugging my heartstrings.. and this acoustic of one of their song explains why:



and this...



oh.. what am I kidding? This one jua!



NO NO NO WAIT!! THIS ONE!!

25.9.10

19th November, please come fast. I need magic.

"Harry Potter is about confronting your fears, finding inner strength and doing what is right in the face of adversity. Twilight is about how important it is to have a boyfriend." - Andrew Futral

Suck on that suckas!
HAHAHAHA

TRAILER
Total love.

19.9.10

If I Die Young - The Band Perry

Surely this a melody
in my head,
got me singing
nananana
everyday
like my brain's stuck on replay. :P

HAHAHA nothing, just playing around with songs. but on a serious note, this a song, that's gone and stick itself to my brain.
~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*

If I die young bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
oh oh oh oh

Lord make me a rainbow, I’ll shine down on my mother
She’ll know I’m safe with You when she stands under my colors, oh and
Life ain’t always what you think it ought to be, no
ain’t even grey, but she buries her baby

The sharp knife of a short life, well
I’ve had just enough time

If I die young bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song

The sharp knife of a short life, well
I’ve had just enough time

And I’ll be wearing white when I come into Your kingdom
I’m as green as the ring on my little cold finger
I’ve never known the lovin’ of a man
But it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand
There’s a boy here in town says he’ll love me forever
Who would have thought forever could be severed by

The sharp knife of a short life, well
I’ve had just enough time

So put on your vest boys and I’ll wear my pearls
What I never did is done

A penny for my thoughts, oh no I’ll sell them for a dollar
They’re worth so much more after I’m gone
And maybe then you’ll hear the words I been singin’
Funny when you’re dead how people start listenin’

If I die young bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
oh oh

The ballad of a dove
Go with peace and love
Gather up your tears, keep ‘em in your pocket

Save them for a time when your really gonna need ‘em oh

The sharp knife of a short life, well
I’ve had just enough time

So put on your vest boys and I’ll wear my pearls.

16.9.10

It's been a while

she sees it
even b-e-f-o-r-e it happens,
she even feels it:

skin to skin
quick
snap

she feels the c o l d
metal g r a z e her cheeks
as it happens again-

skin to skin
quick
snap

she remains nonchalantly
s t a r i n g ahead; aimless
as it happens again-

skin to skin
quick
snap

she is unfazed,
no flinch
no anything.

just a small
s c a r running
across her cheek;

a jagged reminder.

13.9.10

Raya

Oh man. Oh gosh.

For the past few day, you had scrubbed the floors, vacuumed the carpets,wiped the windows and even planted new shrubs in that frog-infested garden, but nothing- I repeat: Nothing will ever compare to that frustrated feeling of a Flattened cake. Yes. a cake that had risen too high of it's own heated accord and burst.
A charred cake.
I is very the sad think think about it. :S SOOO change topics yes?
marked your calendars didn't you? looked up in the night sky waiting for the moon, didn'tcha? Waited with abaited breath for news on the dates, right?

yes, people. it's Raya.

Well, actually it's the 3rd day already. so this post is beyond it's due date. but well. I was busy mates. I was tryin' to clean up, bake, greet and have fun at the same time. Heh.

It's been a really weird raya, really.

Everyone seemed to have this nostalgic aura around them during 1st day of raya. Even I did. Just sitting at the living room and talking and laughing and eating, just didn't feel right. Felt a bit well... kinda felt as if everyone was expecting her to wheel in with her wheelchair complaining.....

feels weird still. but well yeah.
heh.

Anyways, after that the 2 days after that were spent raya-ing from house to house, and when we're not... HOO BOI. People come to our house.. Like seriously, one family goes, another comes, this family goes, that family comes. Anytime for rest, gone: kapoot.

Ugh.

Really tired.

really confused.

11.8.10

I was reading

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Chapter 34 - The Forest Again.


They were neither ghost nor truly flesh, he could see that. They resembled most closely the Riddle that had escaped from the diary, so long ago, and he had been memory made nearly solid. Less substantial than living bodies, but much more than ghosts, they moved towards him, and on each face there was the same loving smile.

James was exactly the same height as Harry. He was wearing the clothes in which he had died, and his hair was untidy and ruffled, and his glasses were a little lopsided, like Mr Weasley’s.

Sirius was tall and handsome, and younger by far than Harry had seen him in life. He loped with an easy grace, his hands in his pockets and a grin on his face.

Lupin was younger too, and much less shabby, and his hair was thicker and darker. He looked happy to be back in this familiar place scene of so many adolescent wanderings.

Lily’s smile was the widest of all. She pushed her long hair back as she drew close to him, and her green eyes, so like his, searched his face hungrily as though she would never be able to look at him enough.

‘You’ve been so brave.’

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

I was reading the 7th book, opened it and was met with this scene.

Loved it.

8.8.10

A First.

It's dark, everything's dark except for the shiny screen reflecting rays of light onto the scene.

You stare blankly at said screen, admiring the CGI effects while rolling your eyes at the plain poor dialogue. You bite your lip and you steal a glance to your left. The sight you see forces you to cover your mouth in fear laughter would escape.

His hair was a stickly mess, as his mouth was a gap; he was asleep. You snicker as you grab a piece of popcorn from the bucket, and you pelt it to his mouth. You miss the target, as the butter covered popcorn hit his nose, causing him to snort awake with a start.

At this you can't help but let out a giggle. Yes, a giggle. You can't believe it, but yes you are. You had just giggled, in front of him.

He smiles at you, and you can't help but smile back before turning back to the movie ahead.


As soon as the movie ends, he brings you out to a park.


A park that was lit with multicoloured lights that changed colour every few minutes. There at the arched pavilion, he and you sit, as you continuously tell him about the 'what should've been' and 'what shouldn't have been' in the movie beforehand.

You're in the middle of talking about how the main character should've been a lot more happier, when he points out how your shoes were tied all wrong.

"A converse shoe shouldn't be tied that way, you know." he says, as he literally grabs the shoe of your foot. He then proceeds to fix the laces in what he called 'chucktaylorworthy' style, while you simply roll your eyes.

After what feels like a few minutes of him mumbling about how such a smart girl couldn't even solve a shoe lace, he decides to pamper you as he ties the laces. A tad too tight.

You voice this out, as both of you decide to walk back to the car.

He smirks at you, gives you his car keys and persuades you to drive.

You panic just a bit infront of the wheel, but he tells you to just step on the pedals.

You do

and a stream of colourful words are let out into the air, as he grabs the armrest. Looking alarmed at you as you stomp on the brakes.

Your wide eyes grow even more wider as a small smile grow on his face and he broke into a peal of laughter.

'You Suck.' is all the defence you can muster.

'You suck at driving!' he gasps in between laughter.

Both of you then switch your seats, as he continuously disses about your 'scary driving skills'

Sleep slowly sneaks upon your eyelids, and before you know it; the night's over and you're watching the hindlights of his car rearing off into the distance.

He's let you played your age, for 4 great hours

you smile.


phrase, rephrase, write, rewrite,

It's surprising-                               - yet not so, when you get a light tap, nudging you gently to the ether of your murky min...