Paris Perfume

Tonight, someone is with me

I can feel the love

A tense moment pass by me

I suck the air and it relax my body

A motion of hands

A feel kicks with the leg

and I lay down waiting.

The passion I felt that night

It was like yesterday

The gentle touch and the warm body

Side by side

We feels each other heart racing breaths

The hand move like rock skipping on water

The smell of cherry lip and the Paris perfume

Still linger on me today...

Mon amour

Love is not my life or my heart

It a mirror that reflect me.

Quiet and timid me on one side

The reflect go wild and crazy.

I cries, it laugh

I feel dumb, it feel smart.

A me I not know

And a me I do know

A terrible truth and a bad explanation

Love is opposite of me

So I can't be love

Love is not me

because I don't feel love.

Fun on friday

Friday was fun, Kamry, dalvinder, lorita, phuong anh and me went to the mall. It was a blast. Kamry was so terrible funny she crack me up. I can't believe she say those stuff to me. After kamry went home, the 4 of us bought starbuck and some food. Then we went to target to have fun and it was funny. I wish we could do that again.

Matt, Nico, and Mariela

Today, Matt, Nico, and Mariela ask me a question that make me seem very happy. They also told me something that been going on my mind for quite a sometime. Talking to them make me feel at home. A peaceful life..... but too much going on.... in my mind.

AAhhhhhhhh

Life is a hard road

A rocky with ups and downs

A life without rocky

Is a peaceful life

People chose the easy road to walk

A flat road that give 50% in effort.

A heart road is 100% effort

but a hard one.

Omg, What is wrong with me, nothing is coming to my mind. WTF is this, a topic I want to forget

LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE, 

Love is a demon

that eat your soul

A demon that live

and a parasite that drink your blood

A demon of greed

that want more and more

A cruelty is dissapate

A feeling of sin

Life is a hard road to walk

Life is like a rainbow with without colors

A journey call life is to find those colors

A distinct line seperate each colors

Life then make up of many colors

Ok, I'm so bore right now that I'm about to go crazy. My life is so uproar right now that I want to close myself from the world. Sometime I wake up telling myself to close myself. No friends, no weird feeling for someone. I wanted to be like how I used to be when I was in middle school and elementary school. Quiet, timid, only to myself, don't smile, alone, and no friend. Now that I'm in high school. I got more friends and the heart and feeling I keep deep down inside, I have to open it up to accept other people friendly feeling. A closed heart that now open is like a newborn child that can be hurt easily. My heart is feeling like that right now. I don't want to feel what I'm feeling right now because I think I'm scare of it. I think I scare of this feeling more than I ever been afraid in my life. I once feel like this before and it was hurting me more than someone else. ^.^ Now thinking about it make me feel dumb but something starting to came back to me again. In my heart that I can't reject it. It came slowly like a stalker that stalk you but the person that stalking me right now is me. How irony is that? A feeling I don't want to have because I will do stupid things and when it all over, I will feel stupid and people will think I'm weird(it not like I care) but I scare that a scar will be left in my heart and I will close my feeling in an iron box. If you reading this blog, You probably guess what I'm feeling right now.

Moi is me and Toi is you

Today, I wake up not knowing

A world of pain has showing

A black heart that corrupting

The pure of moi

Moi is toi, but toi is not moi

Different and similar are nothing but a line

A line that neither small or big

But it's what make a big difference.

Once day, I be cinder and ash

The fire that store inside

Will one day explode and consume me

I wonder when will it be

A time of love and despair

Love and despair is nothing but a line

A line of seperation and confusion

A time of distort and waiting...