corners came crumbling
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
bigger boys and stolen sweethearts
we fear.
we hate being hurt
so we don't wanna hurt either
so we take a step back
and let the fear steer.
slowly driving me insane
what a mess.
when things are hidden, paranoia sets in.
stop my head spinning please
enough of the talking in circles
we're all tired
we hate being hurt
so we don't wanna hurt either
so we take a step back
and let the fear steer.
slowly driving me insane
what a mess.
when things are hidden, paranoia sets in.
stop my head spinning please
enough of the talking in circles
we're all tired
Sunday, June 17, 2007
you
you wanna do something childish?
yeah, let's get on with it.
but you know. imma stop my fingers from doing the shit that they can
they do the most fucked up of things
you were a coward.
after all that's been done, you didn't even bother to choke out a THANK YOU to me face to face.
i feel that i deserved at least THAT.
i may ask for it back but i know it makes your life easier.
when i miss it i ask to see it
but i know what it means to you
it makes for the whole world all the more easier to contact you
your family, your friends, your band members
maybe you've got your own now.
but i don't care.
whatever.
as for what happened.
you never bothered to clarify things
never bothered to talk to me
you think i wasn't scared to meet the both of you?
i even planned to tell her that i couldn't make it
cowardly, i agree, but at least i stuck to it.
and i was ready to be shouted at by YOU.
no one else but you.
but you went so far away, you know NOTHING of what happened.
whatever.
ugh. i've got no words la.
my guilt should've told me something was wrong
but maybe i'm too carefree.
whatever that's going on in my head, i cannot explain.
sheesha was a mistake. i was oblivious.
i never saw it. i don't know if you'll believe but i didn't know
we all see things in our own point of view.
and me with my rose tinted glasses
maybe what i told you misled you
but it doesnt mean you can restrict my movements
it doesnt mean you can assume 1001 things
i'm not mad.
i'm telling you.
i know myself.
if you tell me NO. i'll do it to spite you.
but i wasn't doing it to spite you or anyone else.
i don't know what i want la.
you demanded from me.
i want my freedom.
i'm not one to be tied down.
running out of words.
but think about then.
i know enough not to assume and read too much into what people say.
unless i say it with conviction and passion and whatnot.
i'll do whatever i want.
yes, doing whatever i want, whenever i want will get me into fuckloads of trouble.
but i'm young.
mistakes come easy.
and my mum still loves me.
so i don't care.
i miss victoria theatre.
i miss romeo and juliet
i miss capulet
i miss verona
i miss macbeth
i miss mrs selva
i miss literature very much.
i miss arfie baby.
she's all too sweet.
miss my classroom
sitting with leong and kiat and salleh
miss tuna hainanese chicken rice
but i dont miss the canteen food
and i dont miss the green in my eyes
and the caring that you don't do.
"i'm restria. do i know you?"
get ready for that.
SHOWDOWN BABY!
yeah, let's get on with it.
but you know. imma stop my fingers from doing the shit that they can
they do the most fucked up of things
you were a coward.
after all that's been done, you didn't even bother to choke out a THANK YOU to me face to face.
i feel that i deserved at least THAT.
i may ask for it back but i know it makes your life easier.
when i miss it i ask to see it
but i know what it means to you
it makes for the whole world all the more easier to contact you
your family, your friends, your band members
maybe you've got your own now.
but i don't care.
whatever.
as for what happened.
you never bothered to clarify things
never bothered to talk to me
you think i wasn't scared to meet the both of you?
i even planned to tell her that i couldn't make it
cowardly, i agree, but at least i stuck to it.
and i was ready to be shouted at by YOU.
no one else but you.
but you went so far away, you know NOTHING of what happened.
whatever.
ugh. i've got no words la.
my guilt should've told me something was wrong
but maybe i'm too carefree.
whatever that's going on in my head, i cannot explain.
sheesha was a mistake. i was oblivious.
i never saw it. i don't know if you'll believe but i didn't know
we all see things in our own point of view.
and me with my rose tinted glasses
maybe what i told you misled you
but it doesnt mean you can restrict my movements
it doesnt mean you can assume 1001 things
i'm not mad.
i'm telling you.
i know myself.
if you tell me NO. i'll do it to spite you.
but i wasn't doing it to spite you or anyone else.
i don't know what i want la.
you demanded from me.
i want my freedom.
i'm not one to be tied down.
running out of words.
but think about then.
i know enough not to assume and read too much into what people say.
unless i say it with conviction and passion and whatnot.
i'll do whatever i want.
yes, doing whatever i want, whenever i want will get me into fuckloads of trouble.
but i'm young.
mistakes come easy.
and my mum still loves me.
so i don't care.
i miss victoria theatre.
i miss romeo and juliet
i miss capulet
i miss verona
i miss macbeth
i miss mrs selva
i miss literature very much.
i miss arfie baby.
she's all too sweet.
miss my classroom
sitting with leong and kiat and salleh
miss tuna hainanese chicken rice
but i dont miss the canteen food
and i dont miss the green in my eyes
and the caring that you don't do.
"i'm restria. do i know you?"
get ready for that.
SHOWDOWN BABY!
Thursday, June 07, 2007
gameboys
she stole everything your heart desired
and now you want it back.
coz she is the blade
and you're just paper.
tarot cards
why is it that when you feel like anything could happen
anything good that is
the worst just comes out
it's like that evil dude is just staring over your shoulder
invading your privacy
and when luck's all going your way
he jumps out and shouts
BUGABOOO!
fuck you.
earphones smell pretty
im stumped.
so i'll just regurgitate whatever it is that's in my head
i keep thinking of her flowing skirt and how she thinks she's all that. and i can't wait to see the people on sunday i just hope nothing bad happened and oh my gawd my throat is so dry my saliva can't even do down. and i'm dying for a coke and a shit. and i wish you weren't so sneaky and this other word which i cannot spell. and now this girl's come to disturb me and i'm not interested i'm not that type i reckon i'm more rockkish and all that goes with studbelts but not the studs itself. it had to be confiscated at court like i'm some gansta` yo. and i feel so small and i dunno what to do so i won't reply and this songs on loop and i love it so. will someone show me real love fast and furious and drift up the ramp and we'll speed up the octaves and scream our lungs out and laugh at the losers who think we're mental. i need a new boy, boy. i want to be the girl who turns around and stabs you in the back without you noticing a thing until you lay in bed like in that show with the threesome i can't remember the title. i want to control your every move like a puppetmaster. meister. mystro. hhhmm i want some ice cream and a push pop and yesterday was love and getting stuck in town and all that schmucknick. and games have to be BOYS. why? a corset and a workshirt. lovely. i can't wait to blow your top off and make you hard and make you wonder what you ever saw in all the others. and what went into your head to drop me.
I am aphrodite.
yeah right.
and now you want it back.
coz she is the blade
and you're just paper.
tarot cards
why is it that when you feel like anything could happen
anything good that is
the worst just comes out
it's like that evil dude is just staring over your shoulder
invading your privacy
and when luck's all going your way
he jumps out and shouts
BUGABOOO!
fuck you.
earphones smell pretty
im stumped.
so i'll just regurgitate whatever it is that's in my head
i keep thinking of her flowing skirt and how she thinks she's all that. and i can't wait to see the people on sunday i just hope nothing bad happened and oh my gawd my throat is so dry my saliva can't even do down. and i'm dying for a coke and a shit. and i wish you weren't so sneaky and this other word which i cannot spell. and now this girl's come to disturb me and i'm not interested i'm not that type i reckon i'm more rockkish and all that goes with studbelts but not the studs itself. it had to be confiscated at court like i'm some gansta` yo. and i feel so small and i dunno what to do so i won't reply and this songs on loop and i love it so. will someone show me real love fast and furious and drift up the ramp and we'll speed up the octaves and scream our lungs out and laugh at the losers who think we're mental. i need a new boy, boy. i want to be the girl who turns around and stabs you in the back without you noticing a thing until you lay in bed like in that show with the threesome i can't remember the title. i want to control your every move like a puppetmaster. meister. mystro. hhhmm i want some ice cream and a push pop and yesterday was love and getting stuck in town and all that schmucknick. and games have to be BOYS. why? a corset and a workshirt. lovely. i can't wait to blow your top off and make you hard and make you wonder what you ever saw in all the others. and what went into your head to drop me.
I am aphrodite.
yeah right.
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
dig up my secrets
you win.
happy now?
everything falls back into place just for you
everyone says you're the next big thing
you're prettier, you're more flashy-mapashy-fatashy
whatever else la that you wanna add.
so you win in the end.
does that word give you a screaming orgasm?
W-I-N
but really, with all the dirty shitty things you've done
and all your fakeness
i don't understand how you can still be "loved"
yeah, i'm sad.
coz i don't understand
and whatever i cannot explain, i'm not satisfied with.
true, you're everything i'm not
honestly though, most times i don't give a flying fuck
underestimate me you shouldn't
less of the finger pointing
and of the gossips behind my back
silently wanting everything for yourself
in the end, i hope it's all worth it
coz you're all they want aren't you
yeah, keep telling yourself that
having thought about you taints my day
my blog my head
MY
MINE
ME
RESTRIA
and when you saw
what a thrill wasn't it.
to see me at my worst.
and you gossiped
and hello, we're girls.
of course i KNOW
you can't keep your mouth shut
wait till it all ends.
i'll burn you at the stake
make sure you're still alive
dunk your head in water
and iron your back
revive you
stick needles in your eyes
and decapitate you with a steak knife
happy now?
everything falls back into place just for you
everyone says you're the next big thing
you're prettier, you're more flashy-mapashy-fatashy
whatever else la that you wanna add.
so you win in the end.
does that word give you a screaming orgasm?
W-I-N
but really, with all the dirty shitty things you've done
and all your fakeness
i don't understand how you can still be "loved"
yeah, i'm sad.
coz i don't understand
and whatever i cannot explain, i'm not satisfied with.
true, you're everything i'm not
honestly though, most times i don't give a flying fuck
underestimate me you shouldn't
less of the finger pointing
and of the gossips behind my back
silently wanting everything for yourself
in the end, i hope it's all worth it
coz you're all they want aren't you
yeah, keep telling yourself that
having thought about you taints my day
my blog my head
MY
MINE
ME
RESTRIA
and when you saw
what a thrill wasn't it.
to see me at my worst.
and you gossiped
and hello, we're girls.
of course i KNOW
you can't keep your mouth shut
wait till it all ends.
i'll burn you at the stake
make sure you're still alive
dunk your head in water
and iron your back
revive you
stick needles in your eyes
and decapitate you with a steak knife
