miss you
Friday, April 29, 2005
now that im here with nothing to do.
i get all lonely and in need of you
and guess what i choose to do
to fill up the pain?
sit around and write about my disdain
a crappy poem- this i know
but where else can i share my sorrow
to all the ppl sitting out there
or to the only place i call my lair
there is no words to describe
the feelings i feel deep inside
boredom gets the best of me
i only wish that you could see
all the things that are in my mind
and feel what i feel in kind
but i know u do in ur day
so what else can i say
except that now i miss you so
i get slight crazy and despo
i hope u understand my plight
because baby..i dont want to fight.
thanks =)
--insignificant lies--
6:09 pm
dame
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
i tried writing.
about laroque.
that name keeps on flashing in my mind.
and i think its hot.
but i dont know yet who laroque is
so i experimented.
i wanted to write about masturbation.
haha..
crap..
this is how bored i really am
at work
im getting very drained by work.
kinda wish i was schooling
at least i can go home early
i think i have obsession
with going home early.
but now that i am at suntec
i just dont wanna.
wanna have a night life.
keep on chilling with khai.
and now i got no time for my babe
i really miss her my babe.
she is the light of my life.
and i love her to bits.
really i do.
=)
and L word.
im gonna give my summary.
next entry though.
i feel really happy with today's L word.
=)
laroque hated her body. hated that she had two pinnacles sticking out from her chest and no gift from god at her groin. she hated that she had to suffer every month with the cramps, the blood and the sheer humiliation of buying tampons from the pharmacy every month. if laroque could she would everythign from her body that proclaimed to the world that she was a female.
laroque loved woman and many loved her in return. maybe it was her chiselled jaw or maybe it was her mysterious aura. but laroque wanted to give them more. laroque her self could not comprehend why she had this desire in her to transform herself into a man but all she knew was that it was a calling for her to be one. she had never been a real woman anyway- wearing men's pants, keeping her hair short, binding her breasts.
people would say "butch" in hushed whispers behind her back and it irritated her. she wasn't wanting to be a butch. she wanted to be a man. though she admitted that she did deserve to be called a "butch" based on her appearance but somehow to her it was derogatory. she wanted them to stop calling her butch and call her a man.
--insignificant lies--
6:59 pm
