Me? Nephrite. aka Jade. Stone, first and foremost. Being human comes later. Nah. I'm just kidding. Film fanatic. Lit Major. Loves books (DUH). Dragon baby.
Don't watch much TV. I want to live like its the last moon rising and scream, just like no one's there. Here, I might lose all of my control. Don't blame me later if you don't wanna heed my warning.
sometimes I say things that don't come out right but its all in the heat of the moment. It's not too late for you to turn back now. In these Invisible Cities I will build by myself,
I hope you will enjoy yourself. The city will be made of green and black. There will be no bed of roses, but a crown of thorns. There will be wilted red roses and drooping stalks of violets.
There will be rainbows, but with no pots of gold. There will be more rain than sun, more tears than smiles. What? Did you think this was some kind of fairytale? Baby, wake up and smell the flowers. There are none. Where did the flowers go? I don't know.
And then you will see the world through my eyes.
shine!!!!diediedie
Friday, December 09, 2005
Nephrite at 10:07:00 PM
cut my life into piecesthis is my last resortsuffocation.....suffocate. suffocation. suffocating. suffocated.is what i m feeling rite now.an invisible hand has clamped itself around my neck, my brain, my thoughts, my life.i can no longer feel, i will no longer need, i will no longer think.i will cease to be what i used to be.and become what i fear, what i hate. all is lost.or is it?heck i dun even noe what im saying. jus need to rant all of a sudden.i jus feel like sitting on my sorry arse and daydream.or read my storybooks.i dun wanna think about the 90 geography questions.or my math past yr paper bookletor my economics holi-kill-joy questions.or even think about what william blake or robert frost is trying to express thru their poems.tho perhaps blake shares some of my sentiments.the clod and the pebble remains my favourite...its discussion of love.. selfless, or selfish?Love seeketh not itself to please,Nor for itself hath any care,But for another gives its ease,And builds a heaven in hell's despair.So sung a little Clod of Clay,Trodden with the cattle's feet,But a Pebble of the brookWarbled out these metres meet:Love seeketh only Self to please,To bind another to its delight,Joys in another's loss of ease,And builds a hell in heaven's despiteso my friends....which is it?some of us might take a lifetime to decipher the answer, while for others, the answer just might be right infront of them. ;)
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