All Just For You
Saturday, October 06, 2007


I walked miles under the hot sun,
I combed every place possible,
Through the rainstorms and the glaring sun.
All Just For You.

I revamped and changed,
I took extra time and effort,
And just smiled beautifully.
All Just For You.

Chorus:
But what i get from all these years,
With the sweat, teras, and pain,
Was just a show of my insignificance.
My unimportance was clearly spelt,
Without even a word of sorry.

I sacrificed nights of sleep,
I wasted my health and energy,
I used all i have and was left with,
All Just For You.

I quarelled with mum and dad,
I defended your qualities and actions,
And im always behind to carry you when you tire,
All Just For You.

Chorus

I never asked for much,
A recognition would be good,
A returned love would be miraculous.
Yet you just gave me aches and pain,
As i hear the soft cracking sound

Chorus

Perhaps the cracking sound of my heart
Is too soft to be heard amongst your joy and laughter


Note: this is my first attempt at writing song lyrics. it still sounded abit like poetry.. hmm..


8:24 PM she's got style




The Bear Of Me
Monday, August 27, 2007


Whe the sky dims and lamps lit,
Moon unveils itself and stars showed its glimmer,
I hid myself in the familiar corner of the room,
My right hand supporting Scott on my shoulders.
The smell of Scott never vanished,
The tears in his always swell but never fall.
The moon looked down and covered me
In her blanket of moonlight warmth
Stars danced around my body,
making Scott smile and began to dance as well.

But as the darjness come and spread like fire,
Dark clouds took away my blanket,
Strong winds blew away the stars.
Scott stood there, sad and helpless,
So i helped him back onto my shoulders
And rested my hand upon his.
Hush now my baby, go to sleep.
I will be here with you till dawn.


9:03 PM she's got style




Special from within
Thursday, July 05, 2007


Everyone is special,
Everyone is made that way.
Don't blame anyone or youself for anything,
Because you're also special in your very own way.

We are judged by the cover,
A habit everyone has to admit.
But it takes time for one to discover,
The true self within.

People may treat you badly,
With biasness and hostility.
Blinded by the cover,
they are just showing that a change is needed.

Accept youself for who you are,
For others cant, if you don't.
And when you really do believe,
You will find youself with true friends indeed.

i took this from friendster. i wrote this a yr ago for some one who was special to me then. yep. ;)


6:01 AM she's got style




Book of Life
Tuesday, July 03, 2007


Birds sang high,
Sun shone bright,
The beautiful world
Has again begun a new chapter in history.
Unfolding the pages,
Preparing the ink to write on,
The hand set to motion.

Babies cry from birth or hunger,
Attention seeking but yet innocent.
People rushed from home to work,
Mums rushing kids to school.
Students rushing to be on time.
Dogs barked and cats meowed,
Just like any cycle of life.

Then people rushed to be home for dinner,
Students returning from school utterly beat.
The sun sets and left a trace of drakness behind.
The day has ended but not the chapter in life,
For somewhere else in the city,
Night activities sprung to life,
As though with renewable energy.

The chapter continues to be written,
Not knowing where the end will be.
Ink runs from page to page,
Writing our monotonous life where rushing seems the keyword.
The day outran us.
The night outwalk us.
The book of life thickens.

And still,
We continue to be manipulated
By the clutches of the devil or angel of life.


7:42 PM she's got style




Dream Of Fiction
Friday, June 01, 2007


Never felt like this before,
So i thought it is finally right.
Never felt so true before,
So i thought it is serious.

These are all but a lie.

As the curtains draw,
As the story unfold,
As the day draws to an end,
I see the truth that lies within.

Movies of true love,
Fairy tales of happily ever after,
Are mere fiction,
Told to satisfy the imagination.


5:58 AM she's got style




Senses of a Journey
Monday, April 16, 2007


In my ears,
Songs were sung to the beautiful melody of life,
And voices were whispered in careful notes of peace, joy, laughter, and pain.

In my eyes,
Trees were painted by the luscious sea of brown and yellow,
And oceans were tainted with glamorous shades of black and blue.

In my mouth,
Sauces were poured with the luscious taste of earth and water,
And food were enchanted by the wondrous texture of hard and soft.

In my nose,,
Whiffs of culture shed their true identity of aurora around,
And perfumes of elegance dance in and out of the grand hall of beauty.

In my skin,
Cool breeze blew the tears away softly and gently,
And sparkles as the coarse sand of a smooth lake dries in eternity.

A tale of life,
Unveiled and coloured by the senses ,
Short but says of the long, endless road ahead and behind.


1:31 AM she's got style




Sun with rain
Sunday, January 14, 2007


You said you loved the sun,
I said i loved the rain.
I hated the sun,
You hated the rain.

The sun shines warmly,
The rain wets coldly,.
The sun warm up the cold,
The rain wets the shine.

Sun and rain never paired,
They never co-existed.
Just as we're are friends,
We never coupled.

Impossibility was the word,
Possibility never occured.
Yet as much as we expect,
The most unexpected occured.

Liking grew and blossom,
And the friendship changed.
The sun love the rain,
And I love you.

This wasn't very well-written. but i stiu post it here la. afterall havent been posting anything here for long time le. ;p


3:15 AM she's got style




A Seal
Tuesday, December 05, 2006


A seal of trust,
that no one can breaks.
Something shared,
and preciously treasured.

A seal of promise,
that none can be forsaken.
Something honoured,
and beautifully remembered.

This is all,
but jus a kiss.
A seal of trust, promise,
and not forgetting,
LOVE.


4:03 AM she's got style




Thoughts
Sunday, November 05, 2006


Horses run wild,
Imagination follows.
To the end of the world,
It will continue to roam.

Soft hushes rung,
Soothing words flickered.
Pace slowed down to jog,
To understand the truth.

Angels lingered above,
With careful and good advice.
To lead the correct path,
And non-regretable route.

Devils interfered,
With sinful intentions.
To take the easy way,
Yet the most painful one.

The human mind, clear.
A balance of everything,
A balance of all factors,
To make the decision.

Thoughts are everything,
The universe, us.
To succeed or to fail,
Depends on solo.


8:31 PM she's got style




A Silent Sigh
Sunday, October 22, 2006


Alone, it flew and flew,
For a very long time,
Until at last, she settled down.

As a seed, it waited,
For water to feed her,
For the soil to coax her.

The first of many grew.
Alas! She broke her casing,
And sprouted one of the many changes, awaited.

Tender leaves appeared.
Winding her way through,
Standing upright as she should.

Roots stretched deep, far.
Firm holding, self defence,
She began to protect and shield all she had.

The fruit was emerging,
Ugly it was, non-appealing.
She quivered and shook, but still hung on.

Something was different.
Something was odd.
Odd as it seems, no one but the gardener bothered.

Smile, stretched upon the face of many.
The fruit was forsaken, for the flower that blossomed.
Tired but relieved, she smiled a sigh.


3:22 AM she's got style




Destruction


Darkness is deceiving
Closing in, suffocating.
Wind stung deep,
Sharp pain flows.

Indescribable, unbearable,
The taste of the silent night.
Feelings of loneliness,
Settle like fallen leaves around.

Sadness,
A heartless demon.
Spares no fool,
No, he takes us all.

The stone bleeds,
Fresh red blood.
Knives stabbed and poked.
The stone, cracked and dent.

Strong, it's suppose to be,
Yet soft and weak it is.
Broken pieces engulf in black fire,
Blue flame ashed them all.

How would you piece back
A broken and ashed stone?
How would you mend
A battered and torn heart?

Daylight stood helpless,
Summer wind soothed.
But nothing helps,
for broken pieces don't mend.


3:21 AM she's got style




Facade


Changes had embraced,
Engulfed and swallowed.
Positive were negligible,
Negative were absolute.

Things turned sour, bitter.
Unrecognised, oh how it burnt.
Decomposed, ashed,
Remains were nothing but odour.

Beautiful it was.
Mesmerising and tempting for touch.
Yet it just withdraw with every advance,
Smirking as though a fool.

Angel, a demon in diguise.
Heart, a rock painted red.
None, as what it should be.
All, just a dream, an illusion.

Lied, battered, torn,
The clever learned.
Eyes closed, hands kept,
Submission to hell.


3:20 AM she's got style




I, You


I want to hold you tight.
Yet when I spread my arms,
I caught nothing but air.

I want to walk out of you.
But when I took one step forward,
I fall into the depths of memories.

The way things turn out,
Unexpected.

Strangers, friends, strangers.
Twist of fate, destiny,
Everything could suit.

What are we?
Strangers? Passer-bys?
who are we?
Friends? Soulmates?

A simple decision,
A simple act.
Chains and chains of events.

I know i can't posses you,
I know i can't touch.

Alone, I'll leave you.


3:18 AM she's got style




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