She with thick dark hair and thin red framed spectacles sits by the window. Just right across him whose mobile phone had just accidentally dropped into a cup of hot coffee ( Read more... )

Stare at the blood stained hands
Stare, stare
A man's been killed
Had he not?
Kill, kill
The voices can't be stopped
Torment, Anguish
They swarmed around
Then effervescence
Not around, not around
I asked in desperation
What happened?
There was no reply
The answers stay within
Inside, inside
You the one who sinned
Forever, Damned

( It's in Chinese )

Okay I lied. It's not a story. It's a poem but they're all my babies anyway. Even if they appear insignificant or meaningless, they're what I truly own, what others can never replicate ( Read more... )

Poem.

( I never knew I could write a poem )

Yep. I typed a huge chunk of words previously and then I mercilessly highlighted it before pressing the backspace key (it's called a backspace key right? not button... right?) , just because I myself found it too indecipherable to be published.

I've in some ways developed a habit to want to post something on Pieces of Life after reading some ( Read more... )

( To the wishes )

What i do with picasa when i don't want to study for HP101 test the following day.


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it happens only once in a while. when the temptation is too strong to resist. when nothing can stop the urge. you've got to do it fast, or else the excitement dies off easily and it'll be left incomplete ( Read more... )

Who says that you smile when you are happy?


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