diverted pain

i'd come, today, with a broken heart, blisters on my feet and tired, tired self.
i'd come, today, with my voice lost, my mind a whirl, and night turning twelve.

wouldn't say why, because i couldnt, because even i dont have an answer. i can't jump to conclusions yet.

work was terribly slack but tiring. now let me explain that. picture yourself, wearing furry santa- costume, NOT THOSE HOT AND SEXY KINDS, but ugly greenie and LONG like nan hua skirts kind, black stockings and KILLERHEELS. -literally killing.- and then you are holding a cheapo felt candy bag, with heavy sweets and brochures that nobody wants. then beside you is a rather hot jc guy who is wearing a sandwich board and as both of you cruise around the mall, attracting more attention than fiona xie would, you do that repeatedly for five hours, just walking and walking and walking NON STOP.

there's an hour break in between the five hours, but its literally wasted as you use it to travel, and be reminded that you walk slowly. and by that time, you'd removed your heels and walk stocking-footed. hot guy and you thought., okay la, quite good, slack slack walk walk get 8per hr, until the in charge said she was paying you 12per hr, BUT the middleman took 4 as commission. 4, 4 fucking dollars. he's EARNING 80 from doing nothing like wtf?

okay enough of bitching. i have to endure it again tmr.let's continue. right when you're tired, grumpy and sick of life, right when that boy just pissed/disappointed you, this boy came to pick you up, bought you a favourite drink, your favourite sweet and even remembered to bring your comfy slippers. back home, he cooked you your favourite noodles and massaged your tired legs while you are eating.

that leaves you confused. you think about that boy, who's somewhere out there, who didn't contact you at all since the last phone call which ended angry. you tell yourself he's probably afraid he will further agitate you and thus avoid talking to you. but you know its not the case. you tell yourself to stop thinking, because its only hurting you and it's hard to force back your tears when you are working.

you know its probably the stupidest thing that you wouldnt want to be with this boy who will bring you happiness , and remain with that boy who makes you love him and hate him at the same time.

okay enough of emoing. i have a poem for you guys, please give comments.

trailing my fingers down your chest,
beguiling, us both, enages the test.
the tingles, boldy strode over,
busting all of conscience's cover.

&to your eyes, i'd surrender,
a foolish and selfish dark desire.
all my thoughts, they spin around you,
breeding lust like poison fields.

raping me with eyes that hypnotise,
i felt more bare than realized.
your every touch, is ecstasy,
sheer intoxication that spreads through me.

contaminated with lust,
you became a must.
&this unhealthy addiction,
is the only cure for my undaunting satisfaction.

-drugged sex. VOIR.

inspiration

&disillusioned
-inspiration from moron :D, but poem has no -readbtwthelines- or whatever shit.

what hurts the most;
was when you held me close,
our hearts beat right here,
yet love was nowhere near.

what hurts the most;
was the emptiness that rose,
your tears that fell like rain,
my comforting with disdain.

what hurts the most;
was the pain that you chose,
your love with no regret,
my decision to forget.

what hurts the most;
was my lies that froze,
our love a stolen death,
with hatred herding the theft.

this poem sucks. after not writing and doing homework for like 2654548784548451 years, my english and lit-sense deproved. so give me some time and be lenient on your comments. lol. i have another poem coming up. will post some random chalet pictures and nice videos soon. keep your eye out for them :D

GOING BEDOK NORTH TMR, AS SONY ERICSSON PROMOTER, COME VISIT ME :D

LEO

ROAR. random musings. no slacking in class, for poly students. cuz got MONSTER COME EAT SLACKERS/PONNERS. OMGZ.

ruth: what you want for christmas?
amb: uh, dave's friend BEN. hoho.

bye everyone. :D bye scary monster. see you next year. IM GOING YOUR SCHOOL. COME EAT ME :D