Fayre Meira. The Pseudonym.

I'm indecisive, incurably romantic, a crazed perfectionist and at times, I exhibit tendencies of a mad psychotic worry-wart.

I write about anything that struck a chord with my mind, so here you'll find my vague observant musings about life, people and books; reviews of dance-compelling music by awesome wicked bands; various imponderable subjects of questionable meanings; my lyrics; my poems and other stuffing.

Everything you read is mine unless I credit otherwise :)

I occasionally re-blog posts which takes my fancy.

Some snippets of me:

I recently turned 25.

My natural accent is british, so my posts will usually give off that vibe.

I believe in God.

I drink one cup of coffee a day.

I believe in true love and soul-mates.

I always order ginger-ale when I'm flying because I'm not able to get it at home.

I don't think Stephanie Meyer can write, and Stephen King agrees with me.

Lover of roller-coasters. The one in Blackpool, UK, rocks.

I studied law. So please don't take my stuff without proper credit because I will get to you.

I'm always thinking so don't be surprised if you find me staring off into space sometimes.

The Harry Potter novels are so much more than just children's books. If I ever am able to publish novels and be like J.K. Rowling, I think I'll quit law altogether.
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That one friend



That one friend


It’s been the same tape on repeat

Ten years passed and I’ve not moved

We were in school

and I frustrate myself over why

Oh, petals

Falling, falling

Bittersweet and black, blue twists

Inner battles in my head

A love that doesn’t go places

but my heart

and my heart keeps

a thousand million more secrets

You’ve been the one and are still

though I’ve erased you over and over

but you can’t wash out a stain that never left

and I can try to fail, just watch me yet

so I’ll keep, oh I’ll keep

Falling, and falling

into this bottomless sky and no linings

Inner wars with myself

A love that doesn’t go places

but my heart

and my heart breaks

a thousand million more pieces

Wondered if you knew

if I should have said

I saw something in you

and the truth that no one knows is

if I could be with anyone

It’d still be you

*Singapore, November 29, 2013*

Copyright: myself.


Been a while since I wrote lyrics. But this one hits close to home.


Gentlemen Hall covers Nirvana’s Heart Shaped Box, and I melted… 


Daniel Radcliffe will return to Broadway this Saturday when his play The Cripple of Inishmaan opens in previews at the Cort Theatre.

In it, a Hollywood director visits an Irish island to cast his latest film, and the locals try for their chance at stardom. But it’s the young Cripple Billy,…


Indeed! Fucktards.

Well hello beautiful universe!! Guess what just fucking happened? My bitches of roommates just fucking kicked me out. Literally. She was like, oh what time are you coming home tonight coz I need to talk to you later. Emphasize on ‘I’ please. The use of ‘I’ indicates that it is you, singular, that has business with me. Well apparently Dumb doesn’t understand that that’s what the word ‘I’ mean. How?

See, when I came home on time as I told her, she says we have to wait for the other roommate. I’m like what? And when the fuck will that be? You’d think she’d have the courtesy of telling me in advance that whatever shit she wants to spout can’t be said without Dumber being present. FYI, I want. To sleep! I’ve had a major fucking headache from work but obviously inhuman people like that just doesn’t give a fuck and I’m told to wait.

Then when Dumber finally arrives (one hour later!!!), Dumb says, “we’re giving you two months notice”. WTF was that???? The supposed reason, is that Dumb’s husband will be coming in in June, and so is Dumber’s boyfriend. Allow me to point out something very glaring to you idiots. You both have queen sized beds. Both your rooms are larger than mine and so there is more than enough space. And you have the indecency to tell me that you just don’t think there’s room for 5 people in the apartment? This is the biggest bullshit from you yet. I’m hardly in the apartment as it is, what with leaving in the morning and coming home in the morning also, on a daily basis. I don’t even need to see your ugly faces. Even on weekends. So obviously, you just don’t want to say the real reason of why I should be moving out. Read: you simply don’t want me here. Well why can’t you just man up and own up to that? Whatever happened to common decency and honesty for God’s sake? Oh sorry, I guess I should have realized - animals with no brains just can’t think. Or if you are human, then as cowards it is simply not in you to do that. My bad.

My point is, you have no right to force me to move out. I paid the deposits just like you did, my ultimate landlord ain’t you. And there’s a bunch of other reasons which I for one, just cannot be bother to waste my breath, time, and energy on arguing with you, because I know I will win - just like all the other times. Oh yeah, I saw your fugly face’s expression when I pointed out the idiotic mistakes you made in the lease agreement, which I had to fucking correct, which in the end was useless anyway because you already fucking sabotaged the whole thing and thanks to your stupidity, the landlord won’t agree with my changes. For whoever is moving in next, please don’t even attempt at revising any contract. You suck at it. If you didn’t already know that, which you probably don’t seeing as your ego is colossal.

I wish that I didn’t have to wish bad things on you, but I just can’t now. I wish you all the most hellish things one can ever experience in this life, cause you sure have at least a mountain of carmic debt to me.


This was put on my bathroom door by one of my roommates. It makes me SO MAD. I don’t know what to do. I feel like I have two choices.
1. Just clean it because I don’t have a problem cleaning it at all. But if I clean it then they think that they can treat me like that which is NOT okay.2. Don’t clean it and continue to deal with their bull shit.
What am I supposed to do? Is there an other option?

Don’t clean it. It will further aggravate her if you don’t. That’s how I deal with my bitch roommates. If they want it cleaned they can go fucking clean it themselves.


This was put on my bathroom door by one of my roommates. It makes me SO MAD. I don’t know what to do. I feel like I have two choices.

1. Just clean it because I don’t have a problem cleaning it at all. But if I clean it then they think that they can treat me like that which is NOT okay.
2. Don’t clean it and continue to deal with their bull shit.

What am I supposed to do? Is there an other option?

Don’t clean it. It will further aggravate her if you don’t. That’s how I deal with my bitch roommates. If they want it cleaned they can go fucking clean it themselves.








Jack was employed into service for the East India Trading Company and was given command of the Wicked Wench. However, after he set free a cargo of slaves, his employer, Cutler Beckett, had Jack branded as a pirate and the Wench set aflame and sunk. After failing to rescue the Wench, Sparrow struck a bargain with the ghostly captain of the Flying Dutchman, Davy Jones, to resurrect his beloved vessel. Jones returned the ship to Jack in near perfect condition except for the permanently charred hull. This prompted Jack to rename her the Black Pearl


Jack Sparrow just got way cooler.


Yo, this is why Norrington said he’s the “worst pirate I’ve ever heard of,” and then Jack followed it up with, “But you have heard of me.”

Because Jack was branded a Pirate because he freed people rather than stealing anything. So Norrington, with his sense of duty, knows that Jack has been branded a criminal for actively not being a terrible human being. Norrington is torn between his duty as a naval officer and knowing that Jack is right.

He freed exactly 100 people, that’s why his debt to Jones was 100 souls. Davy has a sick sense of irony after all. Jack freed 100 souls and as a consequence his ship got sunk. Now his ship has been raised and as a consequence, he has to enslave 100 souls. This explains his reluctance to actually pay back the debt.

Crap, the latter portion of this franchise was a lot smarter than I thought it was… 

There’s so much people don’t get about this franchise, the story is really more complex than just “funny drunken pirate meets hottie lady and hottie man with occasional visits from squid man”.


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I really do not understand why some people feel the need to put others down based on their physical appearance, what they own, their background, and etc. It is so unnecessary for you to disrespect them in such a way. So what if you don’t find them attractive? Someone else will. And who cares if…

I love I love I do love this. Kisses.

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Mansions | Climbers

i've got nothing left to prove.
no, i'm too tired to be the nice guy.


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Do you ever have those days where you just feel like you’re annoying everyone, and you probably aren’t but because you feel like you are, you probably are, but then you don’t stop anyway and you’re annoyed with you and everyone else is annoyed with you and you kinda just wanna throw yourself out the window of your 23rd story office?

Yeah me too.


I swallowed the sky in its darkest form
On the tip of the storm, capped to its brim, on the rocks
And I choked with my blood in my tear-ducts
And I crashed as I fell with my heart over my head

I’ve got to slow myself down I thought
Though I can’t see or think how
right now

Maybe I’ll stew here for a little while
Don’t mind the scalding fire
scarring me as I heal
Laying peace in my soul as it reincarnates
Masking a whole new face though I can’t erase
The smudges and cracks underneath

I took on the world under brittle coat
Such fragile strings on the end of its end
And I slipped on the freeway to my darkness - 90 miles per hour clean, no seconds spared
I flittered apart in my own skin
Unfitting, and deforming

Maybe I’ll lay here a little while
Don’t mind the acid cold
Scarring me as I heal
Placing peace in my soul as it
Masking a whole new face though I can’t erase
The smudges and cracks underneath

25 Things To Do Before You Turn 25

1. Make peace with your parents. Whether you finally recognize that they actually have your best interests in mind or you forgive them for being flawed human beings, you can’t happily enter adulthood with that familial brand of resentment.

2. Kiss someone you think is out of your league; kiss models and med students and entrepreneurs with part-time lives in Dubai and don’t worry about if they’re going to call you afterward.

3. Minimize your passivity.

4. Work a service job to gain some understanding of how tipping works, how to keep your cool around assholes, how a few kind words can change someone’s day.

5. Recognize freedom as a 5:30 a.m. trip to the diner with a bunch of strangers you’ve just met.

6. Try not to beat yourself up over having obtained a ‘useless’ Bachelor’s Degree. Debt is hell, and things didn’t pan out quite like you expected, but you did get to go to college, and having a degree isn’t the worst thing in the world to have. We will figure this mess out, I think, probably; the point is you’re not worth less just because there hasn’t been an immediate pay off for going to school. Be patient, work with what you have, and remember that a lot of us are in this together.

7. If you’re employed in any capacity, open a savings account. You never know when you might be unemployed or in desperate need of getting away for a few days. Even $10 a week is $520 more a year than you would’ve had otherwise.

8. Make a habit of going outside, enjoying the light, relearning your friends, forgetting the internet.

9. Go on a 4-day, brunch-fueled bender.

10. Start a relationship with your crush by telling them that you want them. Directly. Like, look them in the face and say it to them. Say, I want you. I want to be with you.

11. Learn to say ‘no’ — to yourself. Don’t keep wearing high heels if you hate them; don’t keep smoking if you’re disgusted by the way you smell the morning after; stop wasting entire days on your couch if you’re going to complain about missing the sun.

12. Take time to revisit the places that made you who you are: the apartment you grew up in, your middle school, your hometown. These places may or may not be here forever; you definitely won’t be.

13. Find a hobby that makes being alone feel lovely and empowering and like something to look forward to.

14. Think you know yourself until you meet someone better than you.

15. Forget who you are, what your priorities are, and how a person should be.

16. Identify your fears and instead of letting them dictate your every move, find and talk to people who have overcome them. Don’t settle for experiencing .000002% of what the world has to offer because you’re afraid of getting on a plane.

17. Make a habit of cleaning up and letting go. Just because it fit at one point doesn’t mean you need to keep it forever — whether ‘it’ is your favorite pair of pants or your ex.

18. Stop hating yourself.

19. Go out and watch that movie, read that book, listen to that band you already lied about watching, reading, listening to.

20. Take advantage of health insurance while you have it.

21. Make a habit of telling people how you feel, whether it means writing a gushing fan-girl email to someone whose work you love or telling your boss why you deserve a raise.

22. Date someone who says, “I love you” first.

23. Leave the country under the premise of “finding yourself.” This will be unsuccessful. Places do not change people. Instead, do a lot of solo drinking, read a lot of books, have sex in dirty hostels, and come home when you start to miss it.

24. Suck it up and buy a Macbook Pro.

25. Quit that job that’s making you miserable, end the relationship that makes you act like a lunatic, lose the friend whose sole purpose in life is making you feel like you’re perpetually on the verge of vomiting. You’re young, you’re resilient, there are other jobs and relationships and friends if you’re patient and open.

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