Friday, April 13, 2007

i'm sitting in the middle absorbing pain from both sides..

Posted by Victoria at 7:47 AM

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

"All in naked splendour of soft skin smooth like alabaster
Perfection of an alluring temptress.
You, with all your infallible angel-like attributes
Fell in lieu' with her slumberous breathing
Your heart pickin its tempo
Our insalubrious romance, our broken-winged dream"

because we all need a closure.

Posted by Victoria at 11:48 AM

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

just 4 hours before i leave for shanghai suzhou and hangzhou..
and i'm not packed yet.. bah..
i'm how bloody unprepared for the trip..

i feel almost too detached for my own liking..
i can't tell if i'm just plain fucked up..
or that i haven't had enough time to digest the gravity of things..

and i know i'm just beginning messin up my life..

once.. i could have sworn it had to be you..

Posted by Victoria at 9:53 AM

Sunday, March 25, 2007

i don't really know what this means..
but ven tagged me.. and so i'm supposed to write six weird ass thing about myself..

1) i have four or five moles under my lips which forms a smile
2) i can't sleep without a blanket over myself.. even if its insanely warm
3) i can spend hours watchin the person i like without talkin
4) i like to sleep on my hands
5) i'm a closet sucker for boybands
6) i like to dream that i can fly

i'm not tagging anyone..
stay tuned for lantau island and ocean park photos!

Posted by Victoria at 10:18 PM

Sunday, March 11, 2007

Aint enough kick

Posted by Victoria at 8:43 PM

Monday, March 05, 2007

i keep wantin to stop things from changing..

i see people slippin through my fingers..
and i feel like begging them to come back to me..
i look at the people i used to laugh with..
but they have all become strangers to me now..
and i turn and overturn those memories in my head..
and i wonder why that is all i managed to keep..

i want to stop myself from changing..
for fear that one day i can't keep up with them..
for fear that one day i can't tell me from me..
and i wonder why is it that when i mourn..
it is for that artless unschooled girl instead of for myself..

if i meet God some day..
i'll ask Him why He made life such a cruel game..
why as i get older.. i only feel more alone..
and more acutely aware that more things will be taken away from me..

maybe i'll ask Him why i get insomnia too..

Posted by Victoria at 9:44 AM

Friday, February 23, 2007

me qi and pris

the day i had a bruise on my feet from someone's heels..
the day pris threw up on me..
as usual my eyes are half closed.. sigh