Abandoned... not this blog.
Not yet.
Here's my tumblr, cheers.
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Saturday, July 10, 2010
Monday, April 5, 2010
See What I Mean?
Men.
She would lie down in her bed at night, thinking how stupid men were and how bloody easy it was to control them. The poor boys don't know it, but they wanted to be controlled.
They needed to be controlled.
-Sidney Shelldon.
She would lie down in her bed at night, thinking how stupid men were and how bloody easy it was to control them. The poor boys don't know it, but they wanted to be controlled.
They needed to be controlled.
-Sidney Shelldon.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
The Reminiscences of a Fallen Angel; Part 9.
I am going to have and arranged meeting with Kyle and Barbara after school with their dead father's sister, Norma.
The bed creaking, I lazily sat up in my big spacious bed of mine. I woke up from a very bad dream. For normal people, dreams would appear in sound and colour. My nightmares usually appear in black and white with no sounds. Can you imagine a mad murderer chasing you down a dark alley and not being able to hear any sounds? Not being able to let out your gurgled scream while you die slowly in your nightmare? And I always thought in my previous life, I was born a dog.
After my usual speedy breakfast and bath, I jumped into my long, mean, speedy Ford Galaxy. I melted into the seats, closed my eyes and relaxed. She was my pride and joy. I was fascinated with the rock and roll era in the 1960's in the US when everyone was dancing to rock '&' roll to radios while TV stations wanted rock '&' roll banned because it was the devil's music. And another good thing in that era. Drive thru burger joints and the rev' rolling drop top down cars. First produced in 1959', this Ford Galaxy was a 2ND generation beauty. Leather interior, old school feel to it. The seats has a delicious musty smell, not to strong with a scent of lemon air freshener. It really brings you back to the past. What would it be like to be there... Experiencing the sights and sounds. Lindy hop dancing in streets, hot waitress in coffee joints. My car is a time machine. Always is.
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"Hi Kyle, Hi Barbara. My name is Jupiter but you can call me Juppie. Are you guys feeling hungry?"
Kyle really looked even more handsome in person then in his pictures when I was reading through his profile before they got into the car. He had this dark blond hair, that was a scary resemblance to Owen Wilson's hair. Really like Kurt Cobain indeed.
"Barbara, do you want some ice-cream?", I cooed.
She looked at me, with fear. She gripped onto her brother's hand tighter.
"I'm sorry, Juppie... My sister's a little bit terrified of strangers after seeing the big man who shot Daddy last week."
"I understand."
"No, you don't.", he said this statement defiantly. Tears were welling up in his eyes. He turned away.
"Alright, tell you what, lets hit Travers Park and we can buy ice cream. And if you're feeling better we can buy bread and feed the ducks. Sounds like a good idea?"
Silence.
I held my steering wheel tightly, hoping it would magically come to life and start turning on its own. It would not.
"I know this is weird, some unknown lady coming in and taking you guys away. But you have to trust me. I am a good person. I promise." Kyle looked at me hard with his bright blue eyes. He was unfolding me slowly, reading me intently. Barbara started sucking on her thumb.
"Ice cream would be nice. M&M's too.", he said quietly as he looked out of the car window.
The bed creaking, I lazily sat up in my big spacious bed of mine. I woke up from a very bad dream. For normal people, dreams would appear in sound and colour. My nightmares usually appear in black and white with no sounds. Can you imagine a mad murderer chasing you down a dark alley and not being able to hear any sounds? Not being able to let out your gurgled scream while you die slowly in your nightmare? And I always thought in my previous life, I was born a dog.
After my usual speedy breakfast and bath, I jumped into my long, mean, speedy Ford Galaxy. I melted into the seats, closed my eyes and relaxed. She was my pride and joy. I was fascinated with the rock and roll era in the 1960's in the US when everyone was dancing to rock '&' roll to radios while TV stations wanted rock '&' roll banned because it was the devil's music. And another good thing in that era. Drive thru burger joints and the rev' rolling drop top down cars. First produced in 1959', this Ford Galaxy was a 2ND generation beauty. Leather interior, old school feel to it. The seats has a delicious musty smell, not to strong with a scent of lemon air freshener. It really brings you back to the past. What would it be like to be there... Experiencing the sights and sounds. Lindy hop dancing in streets, hot waitress in coffee joints. My car is a time machine. Always is.
-
"Hi Kyle, Hi Barbara. My name is Jupiter but you can call me Juppie. Are you guys feeling hungry?"
Kyle really looked even more handsome in person then in his pictures when I was reading through his profile before they got into the car. He had this dark blond hair, that was a scary resemblance to Owen Wilson's hair. Really like Kurt Cobain indeed.
"Barbara, do you want some ice-cream?", I cooed.
She looked at me, with fear. She gripped onto her brother's hand tighter.
"I'm sorry, Juppie... My sister's a little bit terrified of strangers after seeing the big man who shot Daddy last week."
"I understand."
"No, you don't.", he said this statement defiantly. Tears were welling up in his eyes. He turned away.
"Alright, tell you what, lets hit Travers Park and we can buy ice cream. And if you're feeling better we can buy bread and feed the ducks. Sounds like a good idea?"
Silence.
I held my steering wheel tightly, hoping it would magically come to life and start turning on its own. It would not.
"I know this is weird, some unknown lady coming in and taking you guys away. But you have to trust me. I am a good person. I promise." Kyle looked at me hard with his bright blue eyes. He was unfolding me slowly, reading me intently. Barbara started sucking on her thumb.
"Ice cream would be nice. M&M's too.", he said quietly as he looked out of the car window.
Friday, February 26, 2010
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When were the days, when people would just buy from the ice-cream man and eat their ice cream in the hot sun, trying to lick off all dripping ice-cream?
When were the days, when people would go up to your house and ask you to go out on a date?
When were the days, when inviting your partner over to dinner was almost a family ritual so that your partner could win over your parents heart?
Just because of modern methods of love, i'm beginning to miss the old method of love; the way we used to woo out partner.... the traditional and innocent way. Fuck text messages, fancy restaurants and outing with just you and your partner...
Do it the old way.
When were the days, when people would go up to your house and ask you to go out on a date?
When were the days, when inviting your partner over to dinner was almost a family ritual so that your partner could win over your parents heart?
Just because of modern methods of love, i'm beginning to miss the old method of love; the way we used to woo out partner.... the traditional and innocent way. Fuck text messages, fancy restaurants and outing with just you and your partner...
Do it the old way.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Growing Up Isn't As Easy As You Think.
Dear Erika,
Please be a good girl. I know you're trying your best to be just YOU but it's not enough. Don't be as friendly as you once were; people might think you're either easy or gullible. See through people's intentions. Some things are just too good to be true, well, you're wrong. There's always the consequences.
As for the smoking, I'm glad you've quit. I'm extremely happy for you. There are other ways to relieve your stress other then smoking. And you know what I mean. ;)
The qualities that you should keep is your tenacity to work hard. Keep working, goals aren't meant to be easy but you'll get there soon enough. Be brave and stand up for those who are right and put people in their place who're wrong.
You're growing up to be a beautiful lady.
As for love... don't go looking for it, let it find you. Don't sweat it, if love happens, so be it. If not, that's ok.
I'm always here looking out for you and be your guide and listening ear.
Take care, my dear.
Forever and always,
Miss Diary.
Please be a good girl. I know you're trying your best to be just YOU but it's not enough. Don't be as friendly as you once were; people might think you're either easy or gullible. See through people's intentions. Some things are just too good to be true, well, you're wrong. There's always the consequences.
As for the smoking, I'm glad you've quit. I'm extremely happy for you. There are other ways to relieve your stress other then smoking. And you know what I mean. ;)
The qualities that you should keep is your tenacity to work hard. Keep working, goals aren't meant to be easy but you'll get there soon enough. Be brave and stand up for those who are right and put people in their place who're wrong.
You're growing up to be a beautiful lady.
As for love... don't go looking for it, let it find you. Don't sweat it, if love happens, so be it. If not, that's ok.
I'm always here looking out for you and be your guide and listening ear.
Take care, my dear.
Forever and always,
Miss Diary.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
New Beginning.
Whole new beginning, whole new year.
I kicked start off the new year with a stupid tiff with my step-mom.
What a way to start the new year.
For this year I'd like to.
1. Stop smoking.
2. Try to be more nicer.
3. Not to be so sensitive.
4. More giving.
5. Someone to love.
Hopefully, this year goes smooth for me, no matter what.
(sorry to disappoint, I have little to say for now.)
I kicked start off the new year with a stupid tiff with my step-mom.
What a way to start the new year.
For this year I'd like to.
1. Stop smoking.
2. Try to be more nicer.
3. Not to be so sensitive.
4. More giving.
5. Someone to love.
Hopefully, this year goes smooth for me, no matter what.
(sorry to disappoint, I have little to say for now.)
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