LOST IDENTITY

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I stand in between both solstice; slashed, tortured, LOST.




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Before you, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars - points of light and reason. And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over horizon, everything went black. Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light. I couldn't see the stars anymore. And there was no more reason for anything.

SCREAM



MY JOHARI WINDOW!



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Don't probe into my past.


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Since 1 Oct 2007





Thursday, August 20, 2009

hey dude
I thought you would be smart enough to decipher my hidden message
but i was disappointed
So very disappointed

but no worries, newbie. you've still got a long way to go.
i sucked at it too
the first time when i got to
deal with such things
sometimes i wonder why go to all these troubles.
i hate it when i receive those messages
it made me feel stupid and dumb.
usually it would be a long long essay written
with super esoteric and profound english,
else it would be some abstract prose or poem.
Or worse still, sometimes, in the horrifying oriental language - CHA-NESE

it made me wonder how i survived literature lessons.
i thought i knew the point of literature, but sometimes i just don't get it.
most of the time i was just copying
and pasting from the source
and then just add some thing.
just some rubbish. just
bomb all the way.
and i somehow did
survive.

blimey, the abstract needs no verbal confidences.
you either see it,
or you don't.
most of the time i don't at the start.
till somebody told me to fish out the secret message hidden within.
but there wasn't any, i thought, isn't that
message straightforward enough?
you mean there's still
something
inside?

the smart me always get it in the end.
haha not really though, i admit
most of the time
it's just luck.
sheer dumb luck.
cool. how those sudden brainwaves made me feel smart.

how risky.
because Lady Luck
will never be there
for you
all the time.
and you have to really thank me this time.
because the answer you are looking for
is right here in this post.
staring right back at you.



(9:23 AM);
I made my mark