[Lying awake by candlelight]

Friday, May 05, 2006

[[rar]]

Mornings mornings mornings..I love the morning face..The looks that pple give u just aft the wake up or while they wake up..Personally I prefer the drunken looks..Looks like you stayed up all night taking ecs and then some..lol..Rar mids here..The historians benefit by not havin to study for ss..++++++..And my darling june hol hinges ever so heavily on my reslts..RAR!!! I'm not goin vietnam if I dont pass most of e subjects and atleast get a B3 average..Impossible?Impossible is nothing!The old Nike gis..Taking the advice of an uncle is a learning experience,the four things that a guy can always love no matter wat,the field,the court,my sweet beloved ring,and the track.They nvr lie.Lol.Rar too many random thoughts nowadays..Here's what I wrote fer e mids compo..A little edits here and there but basicly the same..Incomplete as the gma wails for me to "go to sleep lar"..

Poison

Poison.The entity that infests and pollutes.Be it the mind or body.The forms are many,its facets inumerable,yet it is the lies one tells to oneself,the constant utterance of make belief until what is merely fictious becomes a palpable reality,that is the truest form of such a being.And yet when one's sanity hinges on your ability to belief in falsities,the truth is but another fatality.

(The entry of Sandra,aged 15)

15 May 2004 Dear Diary,
Father has changed much since the loss of Mother.The toll is a nagging burden to him.And even though he kisses us each day,and whispers a promise to love and protect,as the days pass the kisses grow cold,and the promises half-hearted.The smiles are strained,his eyes glazed over and lost,the sweet disposition as someone who ruled strict yet loved with a fervour even harsher is lost.Dear diary even though Father walks and breathes so,his body is but a husk,and as I fear so terribly hard that this fails to be true,I fear diary that Father is already dead.

He picked the brush up,running it raggedly through his hair.Proud features lined a hard face,one made even harsher as the days wittled.

[[ Branched ]]*|10:56 PM|

[Plaintive]

Name:Alexandrew B David
Birtday:3rd March 1991
School:Hai Sing Catholic
Height:5"ll

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Begotten is when I'm lost in you
Taking tentative steps everytime
Just so that I dont fall over the edge
And drown my sweet death in your eyes

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Each time the lights goes out
I count on finding you
By the sparkle you'll always
Have in your eyes

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