shat·ter ( P ) Pronunciation Key (shtr)v. shat·tered, shat·ter·ing, shat·ters v. tr.
To cause to break or burst suddenly into pieces, as with a violent blow.
To damage seriously; disable:
To cause the destruction or ruin of; destroy


i had a dream again. hah, dejavu? not cool. its sucked la. but it's alright. sorry, im not making any sense here. pfft.


my muscles are still aching, man. aching from all those running and trainings. and now, it aching even more. hoho. ache ache ache~


saturday i saw you, holding hands with someone new
somehow i kept my composure just like everything was cool.
but inside i kept repeating, "dont you let 'em see you cry"
so i casually turned my head, as the tears rolled down my eyes..
-"circles" by mariah carey


i love mariah carey. her voice. her figure (way before now) and of course, her songs. well, i'd prefer her older songs, though. sentimental, and all slow.. nice. i ever dreamed of being like her. singing on a stage, dominating the whole stage and the rest of the people watching me sing my lungs out. wow~ it's amazing. but of course, dreams can only be dreams.

if you cant achieve a dream, work on it,
but if you still fail,
probably it's best to be only a dream..


ohh, and michael jackson. my ultimate childhood idol. i was crazyyyy for him, yo! you should see how i imitated him when he had his musicals, in his video clips, his performances. ohh, heaven!! was talking to amy about him, and turned out that she loved him just the same as i do, when we were young! we talked about this during camp. and i thought it was the best thing ever. (((:


the way he danced, and moonwalked by the row of tinted spot lights.. and slide right across the stage, with his white cotton tee shirt and his thick leather jacket.. with fingers all taped at the end, and his unmistakable curly hair and not-so-white face, the way he screamed his "ahhhhh" and the whole stage will be filled with wind blowing through his face and make his hair fly in the wind, and all the children at the back, singing along with him by choir. oh my gawd. i just miss that jackson before.


now he's so changed. so transformed. so evolved. bleached body, straightened hair, nose job, bad records; phidophile, no longer creating nice songs. damn, makes me just want to go back straight to 1995 when i was only, say, 5 years old?


oh michael jackson, i'll always remember you.


oh btw, yesterday was a nice date. such a memorable one. 20062006. yeps, was reminded of it through lela. (: and last year, 20052005, it wasnt so memorable after all. ahaha. let's not go into that bit. but last night, it was a memorable one. though not so pleasant, but it was a memorable moment of truth. (:


dont ask me, if you dont know. i wont tell. nuh-uh. thank you very good.


okay, i shall end my post now with a few of other micheal jackson's pictures. yay. ((:



oh oh, and im soooo in love with him last time, that i even got his book! check this out..

yesyes, it is by my side like right now! im soooo gna start reading it! wheee..


okay, im late.
`Bee.