the end..

the end of an era.. a magnificient time...
the beginning to new wonderments of life..
together and apart..
then till now...

De place

I lie in bed, waiting for sleep to come and take me away..
take me away to a place where i gaze into a sea of white..
a place where i smile, and people smile back..
a place where no one cares even if u look like a supermodel..
a place where money does not equate sins..
a place where love is embedded in every corner..
a place where worries have no place..
a place where men truly love their women..
a place where men are faithful..

De place does not exist......

well, another someone said i sounded like an ad for some depression clinic... to think of it... there's some truth in that.. but lately, things have started to clear up.. much to my dismay.. one might juz miss being depressed for a while... saving grace - it still comes and go....

oh well... maybe one day, i'll juz get used to being that santa claus, on prozac, in disneyland, getting laid! :)

Someone once told me that I sound like a prozac advertisement. Well, let life be my prozac.. May i one day be Santa Claus on Prozac, at Disney Land, getting laid!!!

there is neither happiness nor misfortune in this world, there is merely comparision between one state and another, nothing more. onli someone who has suffered the deepest misfortune is capable of experiencing the heights of felicity. one must needs have wished to die, to know how good it is to live...

your gift to me

your knife impaled my chest, only to find a hollow capsule whose heart had been given away.. thus saving my miserable life from draining away as the blood dries up like a lake in a drought.......

you don't owe no one any explanation... you owe it to yourself, and you owe it to GOD...
it is your conscience.. and if you can live with it... ...

you survive

when the world turns on you...

you still smile, though not the same smile, you still have one hanging on your face...
you still sleep, though without the usual sweet dreams, you still sleep...
you still walk, though not in your usual stride, you still get places...
you still live, though not with the usual zest, you manage to survive...

The BIBLE that is most tattered and torn belongs to someone who is not..

everything u do is stained with your betrayal.. your being nice is guilt.. you frown because you compare.. your absence is a lie.. you're tired as you juggle.. you're sorry but its late.. what more do you want from me? I trusted you with my life and these are my returns.. a heart so broken would never heal.. leave the dagger in me and leave it be...

The Merry Monkey

Monkeys are fun and loving persons who are always cheerful and energetic. They are very clever. Give a monkey a boring book to read and he'll turn it into a Musical. Better yet, he'll invite everyone to see it free! That's how talented, creative and generous monkeys usually are.

If you go to a party, you'll find Monkeys at the center of attention. Their charm and humor is the key to their popularity. Sociable and diplomatic as they may appear, they can be deceptive sometimes – they hide their opinions of others beneath their friendliness. But they don't hide their emotion. You can probably tell how a monkey is feeling from miles away - he wants everyone to know how happy or depressed he is.

Monkey people are very good at problem-solving. Wherever you are, whoever you may be, if you've got a problem pick up the phone and dial-a-Monkey. Monkeys know how to listen closely and work out solutions at the same time. And because Monkeys' curiosity, they usually have a great thirst for knowledge. Still they have few scruples - they could be unreasonable sometimes, and they have the ability to persuade themselves and everyone around them to believe that they are doing the right things. Some say monkeys are self-centered, some say they are opportunistic, some say they are guileful, but monkeys couldn't care less - because they are also indifferent.

The monkey has a good chance of becoming famous or well-known. Whatever he does, his charm and luck will make him successful. As friends, Monkeys are both loyal and devoted, as lovers, they can be passionate and yet flighty - they can fall easily in love but will get tired of the relationship and look for another.

Most Monkeys have one fetish - FOOD. They are not pigs, they don't stuff themselves with food, instead, they just have this habit of eating snacks whenever they like, and wherever they like. And one last truth about monkey people is, they adore bananas. Go visit your monkey friend's kitchen, I bet you will find some bananas there.

Compatibility
(1 - least compatible, 100 - most compatible)

Rat -90 - One of the best combinations.
Ox -74 - Nice. They are compatible and stable.
Tiger -81 - These two make eager loves.
Rabbit -73 - Amusing.
Dragon -82 - Despite the differences, they'll do just fine.
Snake -57 - Perhaps, it depends on the monkey.
Horse -31 - Not advised.
Goat -65 - Oh well, why not?!
Monkey -85 - Great companions and total complicity.
Rooster -72 - Probably, who knows
Dog -67 - With reservation. The dog might suffer.
Pig -81 - This could work. They admire each other.

rule number one: never cheat on someone unless its for someone really hot!!!

I am selfish and an egoist, and as such, I do not think of what others would do in my position, only of what I intend to do. On the day we met, I wagered all my chances of happiness on your love, that the day I staked all my future on having you. That has been my life. Now, I no longer think anything. All I can tell myself is that fate has turned against me, that I expected to win heaven and I have lost it. It happens every day that a gambler loses not only what she has, but also what she does not have.

I am as much a detective as you are a liar...
Though I must admit defeat as I am not as much a bitch as you are a JERK!

to cheat the supernatural..

if what goes around comes around, cheating on someone with one who is cheating on his other half means your bad karma is void?

what goes around, keeps going.......

books = men

people say you should not judge a book by its cover... but i did.. and it stung.. how abt the reviews penned by the critics? they seem to be experts, they seem to know what they are doing.. but realising that their paycheck only arrives after any published review, makes you think twice about your confidence in them.. besides, where does such find time to really know the book well enough to comment?

hence, i shall rip off all covers and hold my peace in fear of endorsing the wrong "product"...

Real

All you’ve said seem rooted in my heart
I loved you deep, hence the pain

Memories afloat in my empty chest
Is everyone in the world as silly as I

Asking will not do anyone good
I can feel the “someone else”

Waiting for the smile to change into tears
Lost love has never been more real

Too many questions but,
What happens when I know the answer

Well, you don’t have to be talented to be patient
You only need to have loved the wrong man

Heartbreak is more real than happiness
And why does love insult me so

I can’t recall the many many times
I relent when I see u

Loneliness is more real than a hug
Love loses all senses

Have I been too selfish
To reject the lonely days ahead

I can’t let go, neither do I see our future
So… Such imperfection is the true face of love…

the nomad baby..

i am just a baby.. but i find myself in many places.. some which i have never ever been.. one day i am here, another i am there.. they all seem to love me.. but why do they not love me to keep me long enough? long enough for me to know their touch, their smile, long enough for me to know their smell, their sound.. i want to stay.. somewhere where i know them more than anything else..

happiness..

why dun you just leave me alone? you are the reason one feels the unhappiness... without you, where's the unhappiness?

get out!