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Cause you, only you can ignite the fire in my wilted heart.

I am a dreamer.
A writer.
A person.
A stranger.
A tragedy.
A soul.
A mental psycho.
A thinker.
A believer.
A nightmare.
A perfect disaster.
A closet romantic.
I am emotional.
&& So much more.
Most of all, I'm just me.
but
i'm the most obnoxious walking contradiction you'll ever find. you don't need to know anything about me— i ' m a m e s s . I'll kick your ass one day.


I love you
you-MY FRIENDS, perhaps my FAMILY and definitely ME
Just call me BINDHU OR BINNY.<3
Sweet melancholy.
Bitter ecstasy.
(:
lyrics: BINNY(:
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Monday, April 30, 2007

Sometimes, I just want an escape from reality, as cheesy and corny it sounds. And then, I read the entry that I wrote, I am impossibly revolted with myself. The maturity that I carefully create, though miniscule and nano-ish is kinda wasted. Then, I just catch myself complaining. And I get indignant as myself, I am a hypocrite, and I just can't stand it. And the thing is, my old friends, when I am with them, I just feel bored. No, not bored. Kind of stifled. I want to be in their presence and I enjoy it, but I feel like I can't be with them the way I used to be, looking upon others with slight scorn and mockery. Then, I realise that I really have changed an immeasurable amount. I'm disgustingly vulgar now, even uttering the F-word. Yes, sometimes I just feel like giving up all pretence. Then I get furious that Iam complaining. OH, Whatever.


with love, Bindhu(:

Friday, April 27, 2007

"If you don't risk anything you risk even more."
"Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow where they lead."
~Louisa May Alcott
"I don't think I belong with these pretty perfect houses on their curving streets named after famous dead people because I am not pretty or perfect. Everyone tells me I can be anything I want to be, but I know that's not true. I can never not be me." - Perfect World, by Brian James
"I'd much rather be a woman than a man. Women can cry, they can wear cute clothes and they are the first to be rescued off of sinking ships" - Gilda Radner
"The way I see it, you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain."
"Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination."- Oscar Wilde
"My generation's apathy. I'm disgusted with it. I'm disgusted with my own apathy too, for being spineless and not always standing up against racism, sexism and all those other -isms the counterculture has been whinning about for years."- Kurt Cobain
"I think there's just one kind of folks. Folks." - To Kill A Mockingbird
"It is impossible to discourage the real writers - they don't give a damn what you say, they're going to write." ~Sinclair Lewis
"The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say." ~Anaïs Nin
"I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions." ~James Michener
"The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible." ~Vladimir Nabakov
"There are thousands of thoughts lying within a man that he does not know till he takes up the pen and writes." ~William Makepeace Thackeray
"What I like in a good author is not what he says, but what he whispers." ~Logan Pearsall Smith
"No one means all he says, and yet very few say all they mean, for words are slippery and thought is viscous." ~Henry Brooks Adams
"We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospection."~Anais Nin
"I could no more write a historical romance than an epic poem. I could not sit seriously down to write a serious romance under any other motive that to save to my life;and if it were indispensable for me to keep it up and never relax into laughing at myself or other people, I am sure I should be hung before I had finshed the first chapter."~Jane Austen
"I believe that it is as much a right and duty for women to do something with their lives as for men and we are not going to be satisfied with such frivolous parts as you give us."~Louisa May Alcott
"Can a selfish egocentric jealous and unimaginative female write a damn thing worthwhile?"
"Let me live, love and say it well in good sentences"
"I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket."
"I love him to hell and back and heaven and back, and have and do and will"
"Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I've a call."
" Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I've taken for granted."
~Sylivia Plath(all)

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with love, Bindhu(:

Thursday, April 26, 2007

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with love, Bindhu(:

"One night to you, lasted six weeks to me".
Yeah, it did.
"Just a bitter little pill now"
He wasn't hers. She wasn't his. That was something that she could not handle. Not now. Not ever. The pain, bleak and bitter swallowed her.
"Just to try to go to sleep"
Like that was possible.
"No more waking up to innocence"
He wasn't there to wake up to, to guide her. And all of her innocence, so child-like and wondorous. Gone.
"Say hello to hesitance"
Childish as it may be, she would never fully recover.

Lyrics from Pink! Artist, no shit.


with love, Bindhu(:

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

I'm not saying it was your fault
Although you could have done more
Oh you're so naive yet so...
How could this been done By such a smiling sweetheart?
Oh I'm just a sweet and pretty face
Its such an ugly word
For something so beautiful
Oh by every time I look inside...
I know, she knows that i'm not fond of asking True or false, it may be...
Well, she's still out to get me.
And I know, she knows that i'm not fond of asking True or false, it may be...
She's still out to get me!
I may say it was your fault
Because i know you could have done more
Oh you're so naive yet so...
How could this be done
By such a smiling sweetheart?
Ohh I'm just a sweet and pretty face
Its such an ugly word
For something so beautiful.
By every time I look inside...
I know, she knows that i'm not fond of asking True or false, it may be...
Well, she's still out to get me.
And I know, she knows that i'm not fond of asking True or false, it may be...
She's still out to get me!
So how could this be done By such a smiling sweetheart?
You're so naive yet so...
You're such an ugly thing
For someone so beautiful
By every time you're on his side...
I know, she knows that i'm not fond of asking True or false, it may be...
Well, she's still out to get me.
And I know, she knows that i'm not fond of asking True or false, it may be...
She's still out to get me!
Just don't let me down
Just don't let me down
Hold on to your kite
Just don't let me down
Just don't let me down
Hold on to your kite
Just don't let me down
Just don't let me down
Hold on to this kite
Just don't let me down
Just don't let me down

This is currently my favourite song.
Naive- The Kooks


with love, Bindhu(:

Friday, April 20, 2007

Running a hand over her black treses, she sighed. The feeling of contentment had dissolved as quickly as it had come. The cold, stark icy surroundings did nothing of stopping her less than euphoric demeanor.
Just had to get that off my chest. Felt like writing. Ms Ong was whatever today, screaming at us from not finishing the notes. IT IS NOT OUR FAULT THAT SHE CAN'T TEACH TO SAVE HER LIFE!


with love, Bindhu(:

Sunday, April 15, 2007

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
The lines above are lifted from the poem of the maestro, Pablo Neruda, called I do not love you. It’s one of my favorites.


with love, Bindhu(:

Friday, April 13, 2007
yepps((:

You know when you're a whirlwind of emotions? As juvenile and moronic as it sounds. I feel like a walking, talking contradiction. Why?
I dunno. It just seems to be that I am perpexed. OH, whatever.
And I'm glad I crashed the wedding, it's better than waiting. Now i'm glad I met her.
I'll keep you my DIRTY LIL' SECRET. You're the only one that needs to KNOW. It's the best way to SURVIVE.
Yes, colours DO make me happy. I suddenly feel compelled to write. Write? I dunno. I just feel quiet sometimes. Like all I want to do is pick up a book and READ. But... I dunno. omG. Winnie the Poo told us 10 stories today. Christa and I were countig during Chem. LIKE OH MY GOD.


with love, Bindhu(:

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

YES, the beautiful, the brilliant the perfect Bindhu is finally updating. School has been going on pretty good, my friends are still convinced that I am insane though. Takes one to know one. Yes, I know I am being rather childish.
But I digress. Chunky Monkey. Our Lit paper is based on a drama, and our class, as united as it is. cannot decide on the groups. A bit like the assigned groups for the damned class outing in June. I still hate my group members. (with the exception of Julia and Bethany) Anyway, my tamil teacher was pronouncing "pebble" as PEEEBLE. and please, we were LAUGHING. She left us for a while, and then we started laughing and making comments about her antogonistic behaviour, then she came back and scolded us, we were all trying to hold back our laughter cause we were all thinking about the PEEBLES. The the moment she left we could not hold back our laughter anymore. In Home Ec, we made Victoria's Cakes. 1.3A, we got Strawberry Jam and Icing on ours. B class did not. MUST. NOT. RUB. IN. THEIR. FACES. Anywayyys, metting Vonne' and Chrissy in the park later.
Yupps((:
Bindhu


with love, Bindhu(: