Eyes fixated, not even a slightest move. There you were, as though under asphyxia, I wonder; ice cold pierce. Under the familiar red sky, you lured out an alluring puff, a smell lingering for ages; just like fine wine. Smells like blood, no wonder. It sickened me to the extend I detest to admit my uncanny addiction to it, as if I was dragged towards the faceless void. There he was, on the top of the world, so to speak. It was literally just pieces of scrap, things you call junk. And more pieces succumbing them.

Then it started to pour heavily. Still red, the constant raindrops pricked every skin like an icicle, but it didn't matter; everything else did not matter. Displaced as somewhat a basement; secrets kept hidden from the public eye, thrown away, misplaced, eventually forgotten. The events of never ending scraping, dumping, covering up, the continuous pain. But the difference was in here, everything transformed into something painless, as if fumed with drugs, the only place I could breathe easily. Every single treasure was found right here, and there you were; safeguarding it. However, it kept growing, I could never stop it. Selfish as it may seem, the reason I continued staying was because he remained the exact poise although it was going to end sooner or later, as if he already knew. Guilty as charged, I couldn't agree more. And with that, it has its own price to pay, for I misused it, for it was time for me to let go.

The sky crumbled and tumbled, just like broken glasses, as thoughts ponder; if this were to happen once more, will I remain stuck here forever? Surely you were disappearing into thin air, but it could just merely be a little game of hide-and-seek, something seriously despising. But if I were to stay, I will meet you sooner or later, no? Such a blissful paradise, but every chapter must surely have an ending, bad or worse. And so I chose to place my dot right here, as I clenched onto the familiar odor one final time, abruptly awaken to the bright day light. My pair of eyes hurt real bad, as if gazed directly through the light. No blinking.

I didn't even manage to say goodbye.

Icarus oh dear Icarus,
Just where did your wings go?
Smirking while watching you drown in depths of sea,
If you are unable to fly no more,
Wouldn't that make you;
Just the same as me?

Since that day, it stopped appearing. No matter how deep I sew it shut; no more red sky, no more piercing rain, no more you. Everything was just left as a past, but yet the pain feels so present; so surreal. At the end, what is left; just a piece of missing puzzle, grasping for a last slice of life. The wonders of how, what, and most importantly why remains stitched onto my skin. Once a lingering aroma with that horrendous love-hate atmosphere, now it merely causes my head splitting nausea on every encounter; truly a punishment. Realising that bad habits shown take the longest to die off, as I slit open my eyes every after-slumber, I chuckled at the irony because it was already too late, far too late. No vague regrets, the lips mumbled. Though still alive in mere thoughts, you are what I now pronounce as:

Deceased. Date and time unknown.

...I guess I could've at least save a farewell and gratitude for you at that moment. But I'm just oh-so horrible at it.

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I need a new trench coat. :B
Sigh, les misérables

I'll sing to you of an illusionary flower,
And I'll tell you that this world is beautiful.

BUCK-TICK: 幻想の花

Isn't there always this white wall in your home you always thought of a specific colour you wanted to paint? And then, your first obstacle would be, if you are living with people is; you tend to argue about the colours you want to put. Whether it is a wallpaper, paint, gesso-ish texture, there is surely a moment where you want this, but the latter wants that. If you are nice, you tend to compromise and go with the people. And if you don't and stick to you own world, people give weird eye stares, because you are the minority with different tastes. That's how the world is.

The second problem would be your wall will tend to stain as quickly as you can say "oh uh". No matter how much you preserve, no matter how much you maintain the wall, some idiot will unintentionally spill something on the wall. And then there is the spot that will not go away no matter how much you stare at it. The mortifying spot, yes no matter how much cleaner you add, how much paint you rescrape and paint over and over again, the stain will remain in your mind, even though invisible to plain eyes.

Why am I talking about walls? Go figure it out yourself.

This is just a testing page. I am only writing this to fill in the space between the block quotes to show whether the justified system works or not. As you can see, I've been tapping my keyboard for 5 long minutes to test out my new HTML codings. Actually, it's more of a maintenance / tweaking of codes. Yes, I admit that one of my hobbies methods of wasting time is actually coding. I like going kabonks after seeing too much words, which explains why I actually do read the dictionary when I am bored. Since holiday is soon, well almost (Boohoo) I finally have time to change the skin of my blog. Pretty nifty no?

If you hover over the blockquote (In lame man's terms: this box) It changes colour. Wow, nice.

Edit: Here are the changes I made, because I feel like sprouting my efforts HAHA. And I'm trying not to fall asleep.

Background colour

Header / body font

Added #top code (Scroll down to view)

Blockquote

Comment area. It was disabled previously

Profile picture? Hahaha it's not even my face -_-

Guess who still can't right click this page? Hurhur.


If you are actually reading this, ignore it, because Sheryn did not get enough sleep, or rather, she has unbalanced timing of sleep. So yeah, let's talk, since I am just filling this space for nonsensical items to waste time. Oh, and I love, love the sound of keyboard tapping. As much as a lovely bass, except a bass sounds more orgasmic. Speaking of bass, Toshiya's new hair is epic. Nuff said.

Isn't it also weird that such a blog with minimalistic words gets rained with a thousand of words in a post. I want snow to pour here.
Wee.

Testing

Testing

Testing

My laptop is having a fever whyyyyy. Now that I'm done with maintenance, time to put my laptop to sleep. It's health dropped drastically from a 60% to a 42% in the morning, and now it's 26% (I have a stats counter, shhh and by the way, this is not the battery life, it's the health. Understand it), probably because I left it on the whole night.

Here's a question you can ponder, or else sulk at me for. Why do most of the couples call each other Bie. (I said most, so you minorities better don't point out that you guys are cool enough not to use them) Yes, I am apparently "smart enough" to know what it means. So back to my question, yes, why Bie. WHY. Is it suppose to sound more intimate, cute, adorable but ugly? Or maybe it's suppose to feel like you guys have an ultimate bond, because if I'm not mistaken, a lot of people are using that term now, so how special can you guys be? Is it suppose to be a code? I guess not. Or did people suddenly just got so damn lazy and decided to save saliva? PFT. Maybe this is something I will never comprehend, more like something I don't want to comprehend. But still, can't you guys be more creative and think of other words than using the universal one that makes me feel like every humanity's name is suddenly transformed into that word. Apparently I am the only idiot who gets agitated with that word. And a final yes, I am really, really irritated. Now that I'm done ranting about this issue, I'm giving a shout out to all you people; I need someone to punch real bad, beating someone up in dreams is not helping anymore.

With all these said, I'm glad I wasted your precious time reading this, when my purpose was just to do my blog HTML maintenance. Psych? And look, my blog changed skin within a snap. Hurray. P/S: Since justified only looks nice when I actually write long sentences, (If you notice the previous posts it's fuglay) I have more reasons to write now. Boo. And what do you know, my blog posts finally have comments section. WOHOO! (This is also due to lack of sleep). Dislike the new clothes I gave? Too late, because I'm too lazy to code it back, muahahahaha. (And no, I forgot to back it up. Silly me.)


P/S (5.23PM) : OK last time touching / cleaning / tweaking / adding codes. I'm going to nap, and wake up late at night to continue my work. -_____- I even missed CSI:NY for this, and my laptop is having high fever now. Sigh, shoot me. Ciao.

Can't wait for this episode.



Half awake, I took the KTM to central.
Then I took the LRT to Pasar Seni.
A dollar bus ride to Pavillion.
Monorail back from Berjaya Times Square.
Millions of foot steps before and after.
And finally, 10 bucks for a car ride home.

5 different transports, and it wasn't even my birthday. HAHA.

An extra memo; on that day itself,
01. Remembered why I disliked taking the monorail since high school.
02. Remembered something else important while walking to Monorail.
03. Remembered about present money. (No actually I've forgotten, LOL)
04. Remembered about Jaspal voucher, which I'm about to use.
05. Remembered about a white wall I need to repaint. Sigh
06. Found Starhill. HAHA.


And now, I'm eating a bar of chocolate at 2.30 am,
Sweet. Very sweet, indeed.

Check & Patent trim Trench from Topshop


Autumn / Winter collection has arrived.






FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCK.

(3 minute sketch. I counted, shut up)


....Let me slump into a pool of depression; autumn/winter is my biggest guilty pleasure after all.
AND GUESS WHERE DO I FUCKING CURRENTLY LIVE? D'OH. -___-

.. And screw you.

Why can't you strangle me as your declaration?
I'm too tired, it's getting too heavy to deal with.
The stitches hurt like hell, I want to rip it off.
But if I do shut my eyes,
All I could see anyway remains the same.
If only my lips could scream the exact feelings as my eyes.

.. It's painful, haunting.
It's even more painful to imagine what happens next.

Pass me the knife, I'll slice it myself after all.


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"Bipolar? You're wrong, it's tripolar"
Hahaha... it's a joke. Sigh