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Monday,May 31 2004, 03:18:33 PM"i can feel my eyes turning into dust......

"i can feel my eyes turning into dust... into dust..."

Saturday,May 22 2004, 09:10:09 AMto the one ear i can never reach: allow me...

to the one ear i can never reach:
allow me to do this confession. even though i know it changes nothing, absolutely, it's probably one of the things i sought for to convince myself of the world's hidden charms. hatred is just impulsive moments of distrust, and my selfish unbecoming and unwillingness to play noble is a common defect of perfection. with choices not open to my will, and with freedom so unseekable, please pardon me for playing wilful.

Saturday,May 15 2004, 03:58:28 PMmissing: Close To You heh. well, there's...

missing: Close To You

heh. well, there's times when some stuff are mentioned in obscurity... esp for me.. heh
it's e weekends again, finally! and i'm getting all piffie again. my life, is going into a kind of circular motion, from here to there then to here then i'm confused and i go groggy. bahhhh. nvm.
i'm feeling nostalgic, maybe that's why. and a little too light headed for comfort. hah. i'm such a double-minded person. well, maybe a shift in gear won't be that bad after all...
watched van helsing with jit, mich & yz and sigh. it's such a let down in comparism with extraordinary gentlemen and it's so LOUD~ so i ended up with a slip in my expectations n a tremor in my head. but still i was so caught into the fantasy made-up world i've decided to add a little of make-believe powder into my art work. tadah~ i'm now going to have a mini 'Transylvania' copied over. yea, not exactly original but hey~ it's called 'reference to old works' kay... hiak hiak

Monday,May 3 2004, 04:09:08 PMhe left. it isn't as wrecking as i thought...

he left.
it isn't as wrecking as i thought it would have been, and sometimes for a moment i felt that everything went back to normal just in a zap, and it felt weird.
the house is quieter at least.
which is rather unusual... some things just never returned. sigh.
i guess nothing will change. these things have been here and they will stay. sigh.
sometimes, sighing makes me feel childish.
yarr i know i am...