:: miss me today ::

:: Saturday, October 05, 2002 ::

(just a note)
cheer up. i still come here. like the writing/depth.
:: Desiree was irrelevant at 12:08 AM [+] ::
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i'm here at last, after such a long time.
our blogs have gone a long way with us, really. come on, your first blog entry was during the shitty oral examination. and that was around, hm, two-thousand light years ago?
heh.
anyway.
fortyfive percent evil. you go girl. i am a French Fry. as for the crude test, i got the same as heather did, whoo.
-des
:: Desiree was irrelevant at 5:59 PM [+] ::
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my emptiness is your altar.
:: Desiree was irrelevant at 5:40 AM [+] ::
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my blog exists here. i just felt like linking. no questions.
:: Desiree was irrelevant at 10:03 PM [+] ::
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life is a sport, not a game.
am i missing something here?
the depths of shallowness are endless, being vacuous a gift.
i know what you don't.
feelings are chemical reactions.
emotional baggage is a lie.
:: Desiree was irrelevant at 9:56 PM [+] ::
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sorry for the airy-fairy nonsense.
:: Desiree was irrelevant at 4:58 AM [+] ::
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[flash]
i can almost see the snowfall.
suddenly i am a wolf, howling and baying at the moon, hecate is fast asleep and even if i continue the screaming in progress, she will not wake.
the leaves are withered.
and falling like me.
[flash]
the river has dried up along with his heart.
splinters reside in every corner, yet it will burst with the tears beneath.
[flash]
my flowers are all dead.
:: Desiree was irrelevant at 4:58 AM [+] ::
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i am in a very random mood.
french sounds lovely, the name of my upgraded blog is french, and my new website is french as well, dun dun dun.
i am trying to write properly too;
i think i might have succeeded, with a dracoism, but no, i shall not post it here -
it is rather long and tedious. i doubt it will be to your enjoyment.
i long to listen to alisha's attic, you have rambled about them countless times, i must say i usually trust your opinion.
apart from that, what i need most, is a mountain.
when i can climb to the top, look down at a beautiful snowy landscape with conifers, cones falling to brush my hair lovingly as i amble pass, attempting to fix my eyes on the brighter.
only then can i stand on tiptoes, and proclaim to the sun and the moon and the stars-
I AM DESIREE LIM AND I LOVE THE WORLD TODAY.
perhaps they will throw down their spears, and welcome me in open arms, burningcoldsharp but i shall not mind for that single moment, when i will be capturedly
free.
i miss my ron.
:: Desiree was irrelevant at 4:49 AM [+] ::
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pardon me.

mist; gloomy,
listless.
rubbish fumes wafting from
the edge of the hulking shape,
termed the dumpster-
they begin their
steady path through
nose,
image of rotten food implanted.

you have no business being there,
denim jacket wrapped around
bag of bones,
only miraculously holding
a cigarette-

cut for time. the sunrise,
and like a vampire,
you retreat into
the darkness.
:: Desiree was irrelevant at 11:18 PM [+] ::
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the top entry
>>it was inspired by '97 bonnie and clyde, wasn't it?
i identify. wrote one of the genre too. it's good, the way the girl was trying to console her mother, and sounding so worried and innocent.
i think it was the atmosphere that made it great, the way you can almost hear her talking.
the bad thing about it is i don't really get what's happening, you know? when you edit it, try to make it a little clearer.:)

the one below
>>you're scaring me now. see, if it happens again, i advise you to see a doctor. things like that happen to me all the fricking time. like once i was at suntec city, and i just collapsed. i didn't faint - my legs just gave way, and i couldn't get up for about almost ten minutes. then i staggered, and i couldn't breathe. but thank god that lasted for only a few seconds, then my chest started to hurt really bad i was practically in tears.
little things we don't have any explanation for.
don't think about it, and it won't come back, that's my advice.
maybe garbage does that. heh. joking.
i hope you're okay, because i didn't see you online yesterday, and i must admit to being very very frightened now.

by the way. osama bin laden's a cancer.

:: Desiree was irrelevant at 6:20 PM [+] ::
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