you cant be that far away from me ; if we're looking on the same side of the moon
Sunday, November 26, 2006
I will never let any motherfucker lay a finger on you..but it jolly well be for a fucking good reason.
I miss the lancer.
7:55 AM - You left Gucci for Giordano, darling.
Sunday, November 12, 2006
With bare hands you dug your own grave.. Each day u dug deeper and deeper. You stood over your product and looked down at the emptiness. You realise all that you did was for naught. But it was too late. As you teetered on the precipice of complete despair, grim reality dealt the confirmation blow. You fell into your own grave. Down and deep. Just when you thought you'd just keep falling..you hit the bottom. You broke every bone. You laid there to recuperate. In the dark, empty hole, time was non-existant. Then you slowly began to crawl out. You wanted to crawl free. You wanted to see a beginning all over again. Then you succumbed again. You did things out of character. Because those little cockcroaches in your head were crawling all over your confused mind. You succumbed, you fell, and you knew it'd turn out like that, but u still went ahead. They said it was such an easy game to play..but it brought out the weakness in you. It's a sick game. Of one which you got burnt. And ur still wallowing in this raging conflagration that's devouring every little piece of you left. Your mind, your character, your principles, your body, your soul. And in a sick twisted way you chose it. You added fuel to the conflagration time and time again. You refused to extinguish the very thing that's killing you. And from within the blazing fire, you always smiled.. Albeit the pangs of hot fire scorching your mortal shell, you smiled.. You smiled and thought to yourself, that you were borne to burn for her. And you still do.
7:50 PM - You left Gucci for Giordano, darling.
about
Brandon T.
from Tao Nan, to Dunman High, to Temasek JC. What's next? Cambridge the Lexus or NUS the Olive tree? I love soccer, and life gets pretty interesting when you worship 11 men and love 1 woman. And I'm still waiting..for you.
If you be my star
I'll be your sky
you can hide underneath me and come out at night
I'll turn jet black and live in your shadows
while you show off your light
I live to let you shine
This layout was done by nette, with the help of Brushes from 100X100
and the Codes from kriss.Finally, the lovely image was taken from: deviantart. Pls do not take out the credits.