> Seven Seconds;

Here's the story of a girl,
Living in the big wide world,
A hidden life, A secret smile,
Hearing voices that scream too loud.

There, she's standing in the crowd,
Watching. Mouthing silently.
You don't know her. You don't see her.
She's a shadow, nothing more.

You don't see her. You see through her.
She disappears, reappears..but only momentarily,
A second, a minute and then she's gone.

All you're left with are wispy images
of something that never truly existed.
She wasn't real anyway.

Name: E R I C A

Stuff about me: Blogspot is giving me a headache but noone uses xanga =X

* Loves: alien food and bug juice

* I love sleeping in and blanking out

* I hate eight legged things and things that might somehow poo on you =)

× Live with no excuses and love with no regrets

× The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had.

× Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass...it's learning to dance in the rain.

× At age 4 success is not peeing in your pants.

× At age 12 success is having friends.

× At age 16 success is having a drivers license.

× At age 20 success is having sex.

×At age 35 success is having money.

×At age 50 success is having money.

× At age 60 success is having sex.

× At age 70 success is having a drivers license.

× At age 75 success is having friends.

×At age 80 success is not peeing in your pants.

× At age 100 success is not facing death.

♥ Dasha
♥ Dora's dead blog -.-
♥ Jin
♥ JJ
♥ Jo
♥ Matt
♥ Monkii
♥ Poon
♥ Ray
♥ Ryen
♥ Sam
♥ Tiff
♥ Viennci

November 2009
December 2009
January 2010
March 2010
May 2010
June 2010
July 2010
August 2010

ARCHIVES;

November 2009 December 2009 January 2010 March 2010 May 2010 June 2010 July 2010 August 2010

CREDITS;

Designer
Photobucket.
Blogger.
Blogskins.
Picture 1
Picture 2
Splatter Brushes
Lyrics of the song "Notice Me" by Zetta Bytes

~~Friday, December 11, 2009~~

10:53 PM

watched onegin and synecdoche, new york today and i was like...o.O" wow. but then...sighh it made me all depressed at the insignificance of our lives. we are all somebody....but at the same time, we are all nobody. the world doesn't care if we don't exist, not really.

two of my favourite quotes from synecdoche, new york.

"Everything is more complicated than you think. You only see a tenth of what is true. There are a million little strings attached to every choice you make; you can destroy your life every time you choose. But maybe you won't know for twenty years. And you may never ever trace it to its source. And you only get one chance to play it out. Just try and figure out your own divorce. And they say there is no fate, but there is: it's what you create. And even though the world goes on for eons and eons, you are only here for a fraction of a fraction of a second. Most of your time is spent being dead or not yet born. But while alive, you wait in vain, wasting years, for a phone call or a letter or a look from someone or something to make it all right. And it never comes or it seems to but it doesn't really. And so you spend your time in vague regret or vaguer hope that something good will come along. Something to make you feel connected, something to make you feel whole, something to make you feel loved. And the truth is I feel so angry, and the truth is I feel so fucking sad, and the truth is I've felt so fucking hurt for so fucking long and for just as long I've been pretending I'm OK, just to get along, just for, I don't know why, maybe because no one wants to hear about my misery, because they have their own. Well, fuck everybody. Amen."

and

"What was once before you - an exciting, mysterious future - is now behind you. Lived; understood; disappointing. You realize you are not special. You have struggled into existence, and are now slipping silently out of it. This is everyone's experience. Every single one. The specifics hardly matter. Everyone's everyone. So you are Adele, Hazel, Claire, Olive. You are Ellen. All her meager sadnesses are yours; all her loneliness; the gray, straw-like hair; her red raw hands. It's yours. It is time for you to understand this. As the people who adore you stop adoring you; as they die; as they move on; as you shed them; as you shed your beauty; your youth; as the world forgets you; as you recognize your transience; as you begin to lose your characteristics one by one; as you learn there is no-one watching you, and there never was, you think only about driving - not coming from any place; not arriving any place. Just driving, counting off time. Now you are here, at 7:43. Now you are here, at 7:44. Now you are... Gone."

zZzzzz lost my blogging mood now. T_T"

hmm

why is it that they say people are two faced when each person really has MORE than two?? oh wells.

anyways, merry christmas and happy new year everyone.

i know this post was lame sighhhh. see you all next yr lollll

Labels: new york, synecdoche, xmas

time just keeps ticking...

~~Monday, December 7, 2009~~

5:33 AM

shut up.

just shut up.

time just keeps ticking...

~~Thursday, December 3, 2009~~

1:50 AM

sigh compared to my xanga....my blogspot is an epic fail ><"""""

got nothing to say except i'm sick of everything EVERYTHINGGGGG ! sighhhh can't even concentrate on a drama...don't feel like going out at all (mainly coz i have no money...), don't even feel like SLEEPING -.-""""

found out that thinking about fattening foods stimulates your cells to store more fat or something today.......lame.. how depressing....stupid brain...stop thinking about food >.>

back to being bored now.

think i'm getting a bit paranoid. but meh

time just keeps ticking...