Friday, October 12, 2007

YEAY YEAY BESOK RAYE.

Back to eating in daylight. Haven't played bunga api larsey.






I don't feel it in my bones, like I used to, somehows.

I guess tomorrow will be just another new day.




I think he's dead.


Here I am. Blogging in defragmented sentences.

Fake tales of San Francisco echo through the room.
I don't want to hear you, kick me out, kick me out.

If only I had the strength then maybe
You could believe in something else.
If you keep asking me,
I'll melt away in the summer air.
It won't hurt half as much and I'll beg for you to stop it now.

No sleeping at night,
But I'm going from bar to bar
Why can't we just rewind.
Why can't we just rewind.

We are the angry mob,
We read the papers everyday.
We like who we like,
We hate who we hate,
But we're also easily swayed.

I can do it I can do it I can do it I can do it without you.

I hope that I will never let you down,
And I know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sounds.
Late night, brakes lock, hear the tyres squeal,
Red light can't stop so I spin the wheel.
My world goes black before I feel an angel lift me up
And I open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent white
They flip the siren, hit the lights
Close the doors and I am gone.

@ 5:07 AM

SYAF I AM

Okay, so I'm this girl right.

Who had big plans to change the world.
When I was young, I wanted to be either a zoologist, veterinarian or pilot.
I wanted to travel and help eradicate poverty.

And then when this girl grows up, she's all like, fack that!
She becomes guilty of things she never thought she'd have done.
She meets people of all shapes and sizes, some beautiful, some downright fugly.
Both inside and outside.
She becomes acquainted with some things called failure and commitment.
She realises love is as elusive as, perhaps, weight loss.

I let my inner demon out through my art.
Enjoy.

Y

SYAF LOVES

green eyes on hot guys, red and purple shoes, pepper and cream puffs, lincoln park at midnight
sitting on carpark roofs talking nonsense, meaningful silences, chewy cookie bits in vanilla ice cream
chocolate icing, shopping till my legs give out, smiling at random people, thinking about stuff

N

SYAF HATES

panadol or whatever pills for that matter, retarded nails, losing my voice, being broke
bananas, my thighs and big ass, man boobs, seeing something i really like but discovering that it costs a bomb


SYAF WANTS

levi's jeans, pimple cream, fake lashes, hair dye, a bigger paycheque, M&Ms
new specs, and possibly a hotass guy to sweep me off my feet

YOU SAY


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