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The tin man and I

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 16:52:27 GMT

Never enough.
But maybe I loved too much.
I wrapped my heart up in a brown paper bag,
with all my vital but small organs.
Just so.

They called her tin man.
And I, the liar.
For my delivery was late.
And the insides of my package were no longer significant.
The tin man - she,
really is not quite sentimental like I.
I understood love by sense.
Well... She never really had a heart.

...to be continued.

You were the world...

Sat, 07 Nov 2009 06:18:01 GMT

It's funny. That air. Stale as it is lonely. I watched the night clouds with my black framed glasses at the top of my head. Irony, isn't it. Watching with both eyes closed? At that point of time, I pray the skies would just envelope me and take me upwards. Anywhere but here please. Anywhere.

I never was one for negativity, but for that one moment, I felt it, the weight of the world. It's funny how people in love would often promise to each other the world. I'll give you this, give you that. The stars, the moon, the sun, anything and everything your heart could possibly desire. Pity. What they do not know is how heavy the world truly is.

But I laid there, silly me. I laid there for an hour without moving a muscle, I laid there breathing in what the world has to offer, on my shoulders. I heard the trees rustle and the wind whistle. I heard you. How isit possible to even feel this empty? The weight of the world...hahaha.

Fuck. So i got up. And I ran. I ran in circles and I ran away from the world.
And though my eyes were damp and my head was everywhere but there with me. I never felt a sense more beautiful than running. AWAY.

....

The weight of the world is not my burden to bear.
I am finally, free.

One too many assholes.

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 13:32:47 GMT

If it is hell they speak of,
I have roamed a journey too long.
If it is a fairy tale love they are searching for,
I have lost my golden compass.

These days,
the maps no longer serve their purpose.
Our treasures are washed away, along with good old conscience.
Manly arms and linking lies.
A journey to the south, follows a forgettable heartbreak.

How queer. She interest me now.
That lady I see, with salt in her eyes.
A depression that matches mine.
I like what she sees.
If love is blind, please grant me sight.
grant her, me.

Set me free, if you will, hopeless romantic.
With the words you may whisper, so cliche and dramatic.
Prove to me, once more, with me.
That a rose still exist among the thorns.
Dear fugitive from mars,
Venus is where you belong.

11:11 pm

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 19:50:15 GMT

If only I could tell you how much I
couldn't bear to
let the sand slip through my fingers,
and the embraces fade to dust.

I would have asked you to
not pack your heavy luggages that evening,
but come sit beside me,
and let the time catch up on us.

But my bestfriend was pride, and yours was acceptance.
They collided so furiously like unseen patterns.
I could only watch as you lifted your foot,
with untied laces that greatly resembled my mood.

It could have been easy, 3 words were all there is.
"Please don't go." Honey, I never wanted you to leave.

But my bestfriend was tugging,
and my sleeves were all torn.
I don't want to be exposed,
So i followed her wrongs.Too late.

I'll keep the doors locked tonight.
In hopes that I might someday find you.
Beneath my sheets filled with paper-thin wishes,
that you promised to fulfil every 11:11.

Dwell within my palms.

Break me into small parts

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 19:37:18 GMT

If your eyes shine brighter today,
remember it wasn't me who gave you away,
us two birds were never meant to be on the same wire,
they grave diggers knew, so they led us into the fire.
oh,
love is a form of combustion.

Should you play another love song,
I promise to turn off my thoughts and sing along.
Without feeling. Without rhythm.
do you remember, our national anthem?
Keep quiet. Just keep quiet.
And let our emotions run like pretty raindrops,
over us.
Today,
history has fade to dust.

Laugh up a storm, mock me for the wrongs,
Is this where hate belongs?
Surely I am not sure.
But you,
you loved me once.
we had wine and we danced,
And we loved until,
we finally,
no longer loved at all.

Small parts.

Lost and delirious

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 19:36:00 GMT

She whispers ever so subtly in my ears.
Making my short breaths her's, and her drawings, mine.
She said "If tomorrow never comes, remember me as I remember you."
Well, I,
I remembered alright.

They took her away that night. The first girl I loved.
September the something. Or was it, october blue.
I never loved since. Her first and my last.

But we, no we are not lesbians.
I am just another girl, in love with a girl.
Remember? We are in love.
Like you, and you. And him and her.
Neither of us are lesbians. We are, in love.

Make thick my blood.
So that I can dwell in her memories for a lifetime.
So that when I rush into our secret house,
our love would no longer be condemned.

But free, and open.
Like the falcon that flew,
from the tip of her shoulders, when she left me.
To rush, to dash, into our secret house.

Lover, I will remember you.

SINCE I AM SO SLEEPY BUT I CANT SLEEP BECAUSE I HAVE TO TRANSFER AXEL'S SONG OVER TO HIS FRIEND....

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 19:16:25 GMT

I SHALL SPAM MY XANGA WITH BIG ASS WEBCAM PHOTOS OF MYSELF SINCE IT IS ALL ABOUT MEX AND NOT YOU AND IT IS MY XANGA AND NOT YOURS SO EVERYTHING WILL BE ABOUT ME.ME.ME. AND SO NOT YOU. PHUA CHU KANG FTW.

My messy wardrobe IS PRICELESS I TELL YOU.

OK GOODNIGHT VAINPOTS.xxxxx I WILL DELETE THIS ENTRY TOMORROW.

P.S yes im getting more comfy with my curly wurly hair
P.P.S Yes ive been writing I just havent been posting them up on here

:)

Sat, 31 Oct 2009 06:27:39 GMT

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5pXrMPtCVcE

Overdued pics

Mon, 26 Oct 2009 01:39:04 GMT

Mashed II

The beach on a weekday :)

P.S yes i permed my hair and snipped off my coontails.

Because there's too many jane loo's...

Tue, 20 Oct 2009 10:00:18 GMT

So i kinda just gotten my facebook, I would make a badge but because i'm still considered a stupid minor it wouldn't show. Search for me if you like. "Janey Loo" Ok I know janey loo sounds weird but because I lack originality like that.. i'll stick to this.