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sunlight is a compound word.
i hate compound words.
firstly, they’re original. while it’s true that it may hint of it’s meaning, it still looks fuckin retarded. case-in-point would be the word sunlight.
secondly, they are such double-diphthongs to pronounce. metaphorical double-diphthongs in the sense that they are cumbersome.
lastly, i hate the word sunlight because it came out for my japanese oral and i didn’t know how to pronounce it.
» Posted By guoshe On 10.11.2010 @ 11:41 pm
he chuckles when i make a lame joke,
he chuckles when he sees her,
oh how i wish he could be mine. because i melt when i see him
» Posted By guoshe On 09.16.2010 @ 3:36 am
I didn’t know who she was.
But her hair shone in hues of oak and warmth;
Her smile’s familiarity was distant –
A thousand feet between ours.
I was then to be told she was my cousin.
» Posted By guoshe On 09.05.2010 @ 7:56 pm
the kettle is whistling. can’t you hear it?
it sounds like a million birds chirping all at once.
the birds are all blue.
i brought you a kettle of water today, but you still didn’t wake up.
“Have some water.”
» Posted By guoshe On 08.11.2010 @ 8:30 am
we live to create.
to create is to produce magic, to bring a new dimension to our existence –
the joy of creation is embodied within ourselves:
for we are created by our very passions and feelings.
we were created by our creations.
» Posted By guoshe On 08.08.2010 @ 6:10 am
i am cross with you.
not because the flowers you gave me were plastic, or that your promises were like the love notes you scribbled – to be tossed into the gratifying window, or that you never looked me in the eye
i am cross, no longer doubtful sad anguished broken hurt, simply cross
that you never told me you didn’t love me after all.
» Posted By guoshe On 08.04.2010 @ 6:51 pm
(and then there were none.)
the stillness of a void – of the existence of none.
the almost forced peacefulness is distilling –
quiet, thoughts slipping away surreptitiously
like they never existed, like they were
» Posted By guoshe On 08.03.2010 @ 10:30 am
purity, virginity, sanctity.
a nun is wholly holy. she is untouched, so sacred, free and pure and oh so innocent.
but she is not free. there are wonders and joys she does not know, she will never know.
the joys of intimacy she is denied – the cruelty of purity.
» Posted By guoshe On 08.02.2010 @ 7:07 am
i decorated my life with assortments. with accolades, with toys, with prismatic colours.
but what’s the point of a pretty room without friends?
i’d rather go outside.
» Posted By guoshe On 08.01.2010 @ 7:40 am
i have so many more miles to go, so much more to achieve, so much more to see.
when you walk away, i count the steps that you take.
» Posted By guoshe On 07.31.2010 @ 6:36 am
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i made a cake. well actually a macaron. ok let’s compromise- i made a cake that contained macarons.
the exquisite kind of course. and i don’t mean green tea macarons, but more like peanut butter macarons. yeah.
i just made my own day.
» Posted By guoshe On 07.29.2010 @ 8:24 am