I was cryin' when I met you Now I'm tryin to forget you Your love is sweet misery I was cryin' just to get you Now I'm dyin' 'cause I let you Do what you do-down on me


i swear ole boy you're the only one i can trust.cos others will only serve to hurt u.u will never lie to me.u believe everything i say.for what its worth,i say you're better than them.they dunt deserve u.they dunt understand u.they take u for granted.they will pay for what they did to u.who cares if nobody's chasing you.i say u were doing damn fucking well all by yourself.foy you're no one's beautiful melancholia.



was blog hopping when i stumbled upon this entry."So there I was, touching it in the back of a station wagon, when suddenly I thought to myself, "Self, ya know what? I bet you only told this story because you wanted it to say; that you were touching it in the back of a station wagon". To myself I replied, "Touche`". nyucks nyucks.


"George Orwell had it pegged when he wrote 1984.What most people remember from that book is 'Big Brother'.But even more relevant today is the part about how The Leader needed to have a 'permanent war'.He needed to keep the citizens in perpetual fear of the enemy so they would give him all the power he desired.The people wanted to live,so they gave up their freedoms and their liberties.Of course, the only way this could happen is if they were truly convinced that the enemy was everywhere,anywhere, and they could die at any moment. It worked in the book,and it is working today.The only thing that will stop it is if we completely and without equivocation reject the lies we're being told.We should never forget that there are more of us than there are of them.We have always held the power and we always will.It's just a matter of being fearless and deciding to use it." -excerpts from Michael Moore's Stupid White men.



Before you slip into unconsciousness I'd like to have another kiss Another flashing chance at bliss Another kiss, another kiss The days are bright and filled with pain Enclose me in your gentle rain The time you ran was too insane We'll meet again, we'll meet again Oh tell me where your freedom lies The streets are fields that never die Deliver me from reasons why You'd rather cry, I'd rather fly The crystal ship is being filled A thousand girls, a thousand thrills A million ways to spend your time When we get back, I'll drop a line -The Cystal Ship,The Doors.


today was the first time i got one of those malay wedding cards.i shud be overjoyed except for the fact that he got my name wrong.didnt really know the guy well partly the reason for the faux pas.from now on i shall be known as SOFIAN.nyuck nyuck.



i cant seem to hold a decent conversation with people.conversations always seem to be interrupted by awkward silence.and then ill probably quietly drift away to my own world.



why shud i censor myself for u.u obviously dunt matter to me.go on,take a voyeur's peep here.i doubt u'll be able to comprehend what goes on in my head anyway.for your cerebral cells are nowhere compared to mine.


Music,when soft memories die, vibrates in the memory. Odours,when sweet violets sicken, live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves,when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts,when thou are gone, Love itself shall slumber on. -P.B Shelley.