Friday, October 15, 2010

for so many days, i've been trying my damnest to stay calm. to stop myself from saying anything.. But that was the last straw!.. i hate you!! i hate you!!..i never wanted to be here in the first place.. you asked us to stay!.. you asked us to stay damn you!.. you took away the person i trust the most.. you took away my family... you took away my chances for a better life!!... i hate you... i hate you... damn you.. just go to hell.. you have no right... you simply have no right.. you don't own me!.. you have now right to shout at my face...bullshit! bullshit! bullshit!
you know what i had to sacrifice for this hellhole! bullshit! bullshit!... you simply have no right.. you simply have no right.. bullshit...bullshit!

Monday, July 12, 2010

zip it...

you think it's easy? waking up everyday and be confronted with the reality that we can never be.. that what we had, although special, was something fleeting... that even though i spend a lifetime bargaining with GOD, you can never be mine... i knew it from the start... i'm just not good enough and you're too good to be true... sometimes, that's just how life works...

Saturday, November 14, 2009

The English language is not all about knowing and memorizing fancy words. In any form of language, a word becomes more meaningful when spoken with confidence, integrity and substance.
Through language, we can share stories, convey emotions and even create a lasting effect in each other’s lives. It surpasses all boundaries. It can bridge societies, countries, cultures and worlds. Isn’t it amazing how language makes us all different yet similar? Because ultimately, the English language and all the other languages in the world determine our HUMANITY.

Friday, November 13, 2009

WaiTing gets HArder Everyday... :(

WaiTing gets HArder Everyday... :(

Mystery Case Files: Madame Fate
Mystery Case Files: Madame Fate

A mysterious fortune teller has foreseen her demise at
midnight this very day. Can you find the soul who seeks
to kill Madame Fate? You be the detective.
Madam Fate now!

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

i cant even begin to describe how.. how... how it feels..
i want to stay... i once swore to myself that i will stay...
but it's so hard to force myself on something that doesn't want me anymore...
it doesn't feel right anymore...
should i go or should i leave
please tell me..
it's hard and it hurts so bad...
i want to stay... i swear i want to stay...
but i feel that it's over now..

Friday, October 2, 2009

you can go..
i wont beg for you to stay...
it doesn't really matter...
i lost you long before you told me you're leaving...
no biggie...
i'm used to this...

Thursday, September 24, 2009

domo domo... :D :D :D :D

hahahaha... i look sick :D :D :D
Be still teacher czeska!!!!!

WOW! that looks yum yum!!! can i have some? please?

i dont know these people but they are included in the story of my life.... who are you? who are you? who are you?!! who am i?
Stop bullying tom!!!


Are you enjoying your tea teacher czeska?
where are you teacher czeska?

i think we should stop eating now teacher czeska... i need to loose some weight!!!!

Friday, September 4, 2009

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

a tribute to piZza man and lonely flower....

i'm sorry superkoryo.. i wanted this to be a happy picture...
but lonely flower told me to put her there...
i wanted her to be happy so i let her watch the hanabi.......

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

i hate this day!

Sunday, August 16, 2009

a gush of wind through the window
spine tingling
in this cold
and empty room

Thursday, August 13, 2009

2 weeks

It's time
I know you want to stay
You have to be a part of forever
Tomorrow, you have to let go

Wednesday, August 12, 2009


i wont be able to see his smile
i wont be able to hear him laugh
i wont be able to smile at him
i wont be able to laugh with him
it's different now

but i can still smile and laugh right?

random thought

a heart that loves
is a heart that wants

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

what about me?
i was there too.... :(


i really hate myself…….

why do i always have to talk about love…..

it’s to overrated anyway…….

it really is so annoying that i can’t seem to stop talking about it…….

in the end i’m always left with a heartache……

such foolishness…..

such emptiness…..

wish i could stop…..





i’ve been looking for my muse
it keeps eluding me
eveything fades
you know why
i wanted to write about you
but you’re so yesterday
i want to write about love
but love is dumb
i want to write about myself
but i’m a just a simulacrum
postmodernists call me nothing
i call myself nothing
i call myself empty
i call myself………….


not a single penny in his pocket
no properties in his name
no daughters to cry in his deathbed
no sons to carry his casket
no wife to leave behind
only the birds
the flowers
and the trees
witnessed the smile
that curved upon his face
as he took his final breath


Roses, lilies and tulips
Tied by a white ribbon
Covered in dainty wrapper
No water