this blog
&Welcome to The Thrashhole.

Rules to tagging
leave a name
no spamming;
no talk bad

Disclaimer: writer
is anonying
is full of shit
talks bad of other people
scolds like mad
think of himself as a god

The writer..

NYP (Af 0601)
pangster
weirdo
exco
libra, 19
once a saint (sas)
the master of fade to black
master of the hidden face
professor of crap

past tales
  • February 2011
  • January 2011
  • December 2010
  • October 2010
  • September 2010
  • August 2010
  • July 2010
  • June 2010
  • May 2010
  • April 2010
  • March 2010
  • February 2010
  • January 2010
  • November 2009
  • September 2009
  • August 2009
  • June 2009
  • April 2009
  • March 2009
  • February 2009
  • January 2009
  • December 2008
  • November 2008
  • October 2008
  • September 2008
  • August 2008
  • July 2008
  • June 2008
  • May 2008
  • April 2008
  • March 2008
  • February 2008
  • January 2008
  • December 2007
  • November 2007
  • October 2007
  • September 2007
  • August 2007
  • July 2007
  • June 2007
  • May 2007
  • April 2007
  • March 2007
  • February 2007
  • January 2007
  • December 2006
  • November 2006
  • October 2006
  • September 2006
  • August 2006
  • July 2006
  • June 2006


  • meant to be shareD..

    off to..

    now playing..


    Sunday, November 22, 2009 9:02 PM


    The Good Fight..

    sometimes we fight so hard for the things we want, many hard battles..
    long days and nights are a common occurrence
    sometimes we lose sight of what we are really fighting for
    we fight till the war become meaningless..
    it becomes meaningless and a waste of life

    we forget, we forget that we fight so that we can enjoy the fruits of our labor
    we forget, that when we get what we want, we should rejoice, instead of wanting more
    we forget, that when we reach out for someone more, we lose something we already hold
    we forget, the friends that sit with us by the campfire
    we forget.. that the good fight has an end

    how much is enough ??
    how much is good ??
    what will make you happy ??

    think about it..


    hold me now at 9:02 PM
    0 replies



    Tuesday, November 17, 2009 11:11 PM


    Rest now young one..

    batted , tired, torn and hurt..

    nothing is left..

    dillusional, crazy or just disfunctional..

    to a point where strength cannot be controlled..

    tired, wore out or nelgected

    to a point where nothing has meaning or satisfaction..

    emo ??

    maybe...

    jsut dun like the feeling..

    i rather be in the embrace of your arms than just holding your hands.

    things feel like they have really changed...

    i feel like i have become nothing once more.

    i pray that things will become better for me, for once..


    hold me now at 11:11 PM
    0 replies



    Monday, November 16, 2009 11:15 PM


    GOOD ADVICE..

    i c e queen says:
    we acknowledge each other's flaws
    and we tell each other areas we think each other shud improve on
    and we try to improve
    it takes time la seriously
    and because of our flaws sometimes we bang like bulls
    we noe each other's flaws and weaknesses
    so we try to close an eye to it
    SLOW didnt make it.. says:
    thats nice
    i wish christine will listen to me
    i c e queen says:
    haha shall see la
    SLOW didnt make it.. says:
    i c e queen says:
    i duno leh but i think sometimes its better to be rational
    aftall my heart was once broken
    i noe better than to be irrational and act like a spoilt brat
    cos i will only end up regretting
    SLOW didnt make it.. says:
    ya..
    i c e queen says:
    so when the other party talks and hopes u change
    that means theres still hope
    its hopeless when the other party doesnt bother telling u and doesnt bother expecting u to change
    SLOW didnt make it.. says:
    true true
    hai~
    i c e queen says:
    tell her this lor
    see if she listens and tries to uds fr ur pov
    SLOW didnt make it.. says:
    HAHAHAH lets hope she does..


    hold me now at 11:15 PM
    0 replies



    Friday, November 13, 2009 6:54 PM


    Walking in the rain..

    things are not good, iam sad. standing strong seems so meaningless.

    how long must i wait every time ?

    how long before you start to realize you are treating me the same way again ??

    how many times must i be sacrificed ??

    i dun know..

    the pieces shatter on the floor like raindrops..

    the rain hides everything, it washes my frown and tells me that it is with me.


    hold me now at 6:54 PM
    0 replies



    Wednesday, November 11, 2009 6:53 PM


    I DID IT !!

    i ran 3 km !! :) honey i did it !!!


    hold me now at 6:53 PM
    0 replies