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Fey Shallfey
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| Main blog: | Hellifeyry | | Birthday: | January 7th | | Gender: | Female | | Occupation: | Labor / Construction | | Education: | Some college | | Religion: | Spiritual but not religious | | Service Attendance: | Rarely | | Race/lineage: | Asian | | Location: | Malaysia, Kuala Lumpur |
| Body Size: | Average | | Height: | 5' 4" (163 cm) | | Eyes: | Dark Brown | | Vision: | No assisted eyewear | | Hair Color: | Dark Brown | | Hair Style: | Wavy - Long | | Facial Hair: | None | | Skin Tone: | Light Brown | | Best Feature: | Lips | | Clothing Pref.: | No Preference | | Undies: | Briefs - Bikini | | Tattoo Info: | NOne | | Piercing Info: | 5 on left ear,, none on everywhere. | | More Details: | I never want to know much about myself. |
| Relationship Status: | Single - Never Married | | Sexual Preference: | Straight/Heterosexual | | Astrological Sign: | Capricorn (Dec 22 - Jan 19) | | Existing as: | Shadowkin | | Liquor: | Regularly | | Exercise: | Occasionally | | Your Home: | Live alone | | Biography/About: | peotic, romantic, human lover, sensitive, spriritual. | | Likes: | Human, animal, poems | | Dislikes: | myself | | Interests: | trying really hard to capture my interest. |
ghianti
i try much and i try hard,
swimming against the wave near and far,
but little dolphine is waving from the back and front,
i turn around, look around,
swimming against the wave near and far,
but it hurts when it tears the broken heart another mile apart.
believing miracle is just being naive,
no matter a helpless wave nor souless scream,
never gonna make it the song of a broken heart,
trying is an act of suicidal and suicidal.
Penthaphyllum
i relate life with stagnancies, plain, numb and blank. I thought i dislike life so much, eventually it is not, only now, my discovery told me i know nothing about life, taste nothing about life, and i just unable to further motivate myself start the engine and zrooom for the search.hmm..maybe, i am already out of curiosity. I just never stop sorting out troubles and hassles in every wonderful thing.
Why am I still here then? perhaps, some contribution for trash & crap...
Like any of my ordinary Sunday, after a partied Saturday, i just enjoy my espresso so much under...
Gingerosea
Fair fare
it is the afternoon breeze flare, windy
it is white on a flat, leafy at side,
it is buttery intense black inside, swinging scent,
it is a same looking cup that we used to have, but it never the same, ever.
Pale spill
It is the clear blue sky, shinny
It is four angled box, gold by side,
It is the bitter sweet, tint between two fingers,
it is a fag that never taste like the one we shared, but it keep ache-in, forever.
Shall be staying in, where?
Shall be living with it, why?
Shall be leaving all, when?
Shall be nothing at all….
Spending my time,...
trial no harm
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