How can I possibly admit that I miss you when we rarely exchange voices. Considering that both of us absolutely despise telephones, it is definitely our loss. IM doesn't really work when you have tons to spill. The alphabets messing with the words and bad connection really help us in being in touch.
Whatever it is, I get to read annoying 'Happy New Year' texts seven hours plus earlier than you. Haa what a blessing to have someone living the day much slower.
In a while, it will be 2010 which mean I am that much closer in becoming a 20 year old twat with a bank account all to herself. Well, there won't be any harm since the frugal genie inside of me won't budge a tiny bit in letting me hoard the universe. 2010 would hopefully ends the much demise of what's left of me.
Han, since 2010, you would be 20/21 (The age of others never seems to glue itself in my head), if I ever score the money to leave this place, you have the obligation to move wherever I would be station and live with me, oh and possibly help me with the rent. Until then, lets keep on sulking and wish the dogs would stop chasing our luck away.
Regardless of how much of horrible companions we are, I am happy to have such friend like yourself, and the same goes to everyone who's patient enough to be friends with me. The Peter-Pan Syndrome shit will get me nowhere so might as well live to its' standard and have people accuse me of being a fifteen years old.
New year shit is an excuse for people to be daft and make promises they don't wish to keep, a.k.a new years' resolution. My laptop resolution is far better than theirs and it doesn't whine whenever I shut it down.
Yes
I feel like patting him on the head after all these while. He's not as fit in the last game but he still works it all out. Wish they all own the same pace as him.
A friend just send me this video and I must say, pretty hilarious, especially the last bit. I love when the team gets together and deliver in matches. No annoying laughters and taunts on the other line. No reason to kick little innocent things lying around my room. If they keep this up, we might be back for the title. Though, I am not too keen in being overwhelmed by the situation since by now, I am aware that things could turn around in seconds.
Nevertheless, wankers in United are bunch of horror kids scared to come out from the shell. Nobody cares about their tubby players once Ronaldo has left. They can talk but Nike didn't provide them with a song. They can shoved all their trophies in the fat managers' throat since he's full of bull. I bet none of the ref likes him since all he does is blame the ref when they lose. Boo what an idiot.
Finders Keepers
Had a rough morning cleaning the store room. Keeping it real to others storage area, it is full of unwanted dusts. Being a person of allergies, I found myself opening a new box of kleenex every so often. Those particles don't do you any good, except as a marker of age.
However, I found some rather interesting items while cleaning it, which are shoes. It's probably my mums' old shoes since it is all dusty and wrinkly. The best part is, I am positive the shoes had cost her some dough since it of high end shits. Well one of them. Since she doesn't care to clean them, I figure I should so I could have them. Besides she always makes fun of my sneakers. Oh and I still keep my last shoe from the secondary school days.
The trip to our old house is a must since all my other fun belongings are still there, aging.
The shoes.
It looks ugly and old but who cares. Nothing beats free goods. ;p
Someone needs to take care of her stuffs. Typical mum, leaves things for her only daughter to pick it up. Good thing am interested in this ones. No heels, that's the only reason I'm keeping these babies.
This is taken when the sun terrorizes my day.
:)
However, I found some rather interesting items while cleaning it, which are shoes. It's probably my mums' old shoes since it is all dusty and wrinkly. The best part is, I am positive the shoes had cost her some dough since it of high end shits. Well one of them. Since she doesn't care to clean them, I figure I should so I could have them. Besides she always makes fun of my sneakers. Oh and I still keep my last shoe from the secondary school days.
The trip to our old house is a must since all my other fun belongings are still there, aging.
The shoes.
It looks ugly and old but who cares. Nothing beats free goods. ;p
Someone needs to take care of her stuffs. Typical mum, leaves things for her only daughter to pick it up. Good thing am interested in this ones. No heels, that's the only reason I'm keeping these babies.
This is taken when the sun terrorizes my day.
:)
Layered Skins
Imagine the two of us
staring straight on sunny occasion.
The smell of your linen skin,
breeze the morning skies.
The eyes are watching,
until the motions end.
Imagine the two of us
tightly wrapped for the night.
staring straight on sunny occasion.
The smell of your linen skin,
breeze the morning skies.
The eyes are watching,
until the motions end.
Imagine the two of us
tightly wrapped for the night.
Technicolour Dreams
As two living standing upon the whole skies to see how the decades separate them from the gaps between. The girl wipes her skin against the air, sips her very last breath and pondering on the life after. While she shivers on the thoughts, the man speaks in ways she will never leave the tones of his airy words.
‘Ready to leave this is not an option. You will never be ready to skip your whole life for something you wish to be better. Promises you have made when you seed your hopes and dreams, will you ever keep it? Watering your every word to it, will it leave this place with you? You are never ready to start something new. This is your world and it is yours to keep. Don’t think the fresh flesh and dry ground will build you a home. They are lies you envision in your hopeless dreams in your sleeps. Stay where you are as your back cannot turn once it follows. Remember this when you leave.’ The man seethes his emotions and planted the empty feeling on her void chest.
Lingering around her head, she murmurs the words that would set her free. ‘I am not of you and your lover. My feet stands on my world I had created and it is within me, the power to scrap this and make it better. I am my own master and the hopes and dreams are not meant to stay in this damp sorrow life you created for me. I long for new soils, for which would grow my life. To colour my words with paints of their days. My wishes are mine to keep and you are only the spectators to my triumphant dreams of the nights. The temple in me chains my every feeling to the world and I am ready to leave.’
Upon bestowing her last preach, she closes the gaps between.
‘Ready to leave this is not an option. You will never be ready to skip your whole life for something you wish to be better. Promises you have made when you seed your hopes and dreams, will you ever keep it? Watering your every word to it, will it leave this place with you? You are never ready to start something new. This is your world and it is yours to keep. Don’t think the fresh flesh and dry ground will build you a home. They are lies you envision in your hopeless dreams in your sleeps. Stay where you are as your back cannot turn once it follows. Remember this when you leave.’ The man seethes his emotions and planted the empty feeling on her void chest.
Lingering around her head, she murmurs the words that would set her free. ‘I am not of you and your lover. My feet stands on my world I had created and it is within me, the power to scrap this and make it better. I am my own master and the hopes and dreams are not meant to stay in this damp sorrow life you created for me. I long for new soils, for which would grow my life. To colour my words with paints of their days. My wishes are mine to keep and you are only the spectators to my triumphant dreams of the nights. The temple in me chains my every feeling to the world and I am ready to leave.’
Upon bestowing her last preach, she closes the gaps between.
Neuro-Automatic
Typical Christmas dinners, or perhaps 'running around to people's houses' tradition. We were almost similar to vultures chasing the woodpeckers. This year, it was supposed to end not at my place since it was agreed upon on that. However, being born in this family means being born with an open arms to unpredicted circumstances.
Cakes and the other stuffs were nice until the cleaner in your tummy kicked you. The highlight of the day would be having a chubby kid watching you frying the nuggets. It was meant for us as it was our stupid idea to fry something to munch after we had rummaged the whole kitchen. And his brother stole my last piece. Monsters.
Festive seasons are not meant for people who'd rather be alone than sitting on the settee with hands annoyingly wrapped together. Nonetheless, I was paired up with almost every dicks in the rooms. The bad thing was, I had to look at the pingpong boy in the eyes like I never talk to him before. Though, he looked really good in that shirt :)
The best Christmas I had ever had was when I was ultimately close to Brett in the creeking room with cold pizzas. And the sight of the crazy guy with an imaginary dog. Good times....
Cakes and the other stuffs were nice until the cleaner in your tummy kicked you. The highlight of the day would be having a chubby kid watching you frying the nuggets. It was meant for us as it was our stupid idea to fry something to munch after we had rummaged the whole kitchen. And his brother stole my last piece. Monsters.
Festive seasons are not meant for people who'd rather be alone than sitting on the settee with hands annoyingly wrapped together. Nonetheless, I was paired up with almost every dicks in the rooms. The bad thing was, I had to look at the pingpong boy in the eyes like I never talk to him before. Though, he looked really good in that shirt :)
The best Christmas I had ever had was when I was ultimately close to Brett in the creeking room with cold pizzas. And the sight of the crazy guy with an imaginary dog. Good times....
Let's Dance
Bill Bailey did an amazing intro to this in the Intros Round. :)
Bowie has really fun songs and at the same time the most terrific heart warming songs. My mother got me go all mad for him since she was part of his era.
Most people would be dancing from tonight till New Year. I much prefer sipping weird drinks and watching mythbuster. Not to bad considering the same thing happen in the Pegg's household.
Whatever it is, Happy Holidays people.
Bowie has really fun songs and at the same time the most terrific heart warming songs. My mother got me go all mad for him since she was part of his era.
Most people would be dancing from tonight till New Year. I much prefer sipping weird drinks and watching mythbuster. Not to bad considering the same thing happen in the Pegg's household.
Whatever it is, Happy Holidays people.
Andrew Garfield
"I'm very neurotic and self-conscious. So I think that I'll know when I'm becoming a dick and believing my own press."
Somehow I am always attracted to people whos' probabability of being punch in the face is off the ceiling. He looks a bit like Alex, in a polish way (not polish as in Poland people). He's got some lines of which you could drool on the words every seconds. Though he was undeniably annoying in Boy A. Weeping and longing for the weird looking girl. He reminds me so much of that shit Harry Potter. Whiny cow.
Lets Get The Tummy Rumbling.
The time where you vomit everything stuffed in your chest
is not much of a unified feeling.
It is more of a strange reaction
from the root of your base to the fruit of your growth.
Fact of wrapped relationship
is that nothing changes until you decide to.
Subtractions occur
within the bond inside.
Glowing touch
gets the nerves alive.
Stories of broken windows to your reflection
get my eyes.
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I am not much of a cool friend that slips mushy notes for you everytime you are feeling blue. In fact comforting others seems to be the exact potion I lack in relationships. Even the idea of blurting it all out on the net bothers me. I just can't help myself refraining from expressing my feelings blatantly. Though, my secret messages are often neglected due to no one having received the instant drink to make my words comprehensible. The psychology test agreed. I am either going mental or I am too far off the surface of reality. Either way, I still have the soft blue monkey inside my head to amuse me.
Ps:
Friend, you need no senseless fashion idiots to brighten up your mirrored picture. Even without the blazing thunder of your hair colour, I still see you as the crazy-cat-hater evil red-headed woman. No hipsters nor models could do the same effect on any kid.
Friend, you're silence has bothers me since I don't have a clue on ways of contacting you. The neighbour of yours feels the same and it is understandable, considering your weird fetish for anarchist. :)
Friend, with time and distance hindering our friendly arguments, I do have to make it clear, your constant reminder of me being a horrible person will not make me a better one. Keep in mind, I have a strong need to piss every person I know. How I wish I could be there when you least need me. The suffering you'd face is excruciatingly painful for me to imagine.
Friends, we had missed the jump in our past days but I have never stop the time of me thinking of each and everyone of you. Whenever my mother and I pass your dwellings, we'd talk about how fun it was struggling to get to your doors.
There, for Christmas, all I want is for them to get what I am trying to say. Regardless of what the man from the blind machine place wanted for me. He was being cheesy anyway 'Next Christmas, you'll have another hand holding yours'. Pfftt old people worries me. For the record, that was during last three Christmases. So much for wishes eh?
is not much of a unified feeling.
It is more of a strange reaction
from the root of your base to the fruit of your growth.
Fact of wrapped relationship
is that nothing changes until you decide to.
Subtractions occur
within the bond inside.
Glowing touch
gets the nerves alive.
Stories of broken windows to your reflection
get my eyes.
...........................
I am not much of a cool friend that slips mushy notes for you everytime you are feeling blue. In fact comforting others seems to be the exact potion I lack in relationships. Even the idea of blurting it all out on the net bothers me. I just can't help myself refraining from expressing my feelings blatantly. Though, my secret messages are often neglected due to no one having received the instant drink to make my words comprehensible. The psychology test agreed. I am either going mental or I am too far off the surface of reality. Either way, I still have the soft blue monkey inside my head to amuse me.
Ps:
Friend, you need no senseless fashion idiots to brighten up your mirrored picture. Even without the blazing thunder of your hair colour, I still see you as the crazy-cat-hater evil red-headed woman. No hipsters nor models could do the same effect on any kid.
Friend, you're silence has bothers me since I don't have a clue on ways of contacting you. The neighbour of yours feels the same and it is understandable, considering your weird fetish for anarchist. :)
Friend, with time and distance hindering our friendly arguments, I do have to make it clear, your constant reminder of me being a horrible person will not make me a better one. Keep in mind, I have a strong need to piss every person I know. How I wish I could be there when you least need me. The suffering you'd face is excruciatingly painful for me to imagine.
Friends, we had missed the jump in our past days but I have never stop the time of me thinking of each and everyone of you. Whenever my mother and I pass your dwellings, we'd talk about how fun it was struggling to get to your doors.
There, for Christmas, all I want is for them to get what I am trying to say. Regardless of what the man from the blind machine place wanted for me. He was being cheesy anyway 'Next Christmas, you'll have another hand holding yours'. Pfftt old people worries me. For the record, that was during last three Christmases. So much for wishes eh?
Stubborn Cheeks and Coal-Laced Lips
My knuckles are covered with cuts which lead to accusations of me having a fight with either a person or cold-blooded air. I thought my innocent look would have save myself from such comment.
"If you wish to make a guy stop liking you, bring him into your room...shut the door...and turn on your music playlist. That'll get him out of your sight"
What an ace, mocking my preference in music. Both Corey and Dez have nice voice of which many fail to indulge in. It is like that bloke in the store I went with a friend, gave me a swirling look when I mentioned 'Progressive'.
Do I look like someone who'd be listening to Teletubbies all day? ("Tubbies on TV for kids results in morbid obesity" - again, what an ace).
"Did he say you have a soft wits or soft tits, because I swear I heard the second one"
I am one of selective hearing and he has ears that only picks up obscenities.
"If you wish to make a guy stop liking you, bring him into your room...shut the door...and turn on your music playlist. That'll get him out of your sight"
What an ace, mocking my preference in music. Both Corey and Dez have nice voice of which many fail to indulge in. It is like that bloke in the store I went with a friend, gave me a swirling look when I mentioned 'Progressive'.
Do I look like someone who'd be listening to Teletubbies all day? ("Tubbies on TV for kids results in morbid obesity" - again, what an ace).
"Did he say you have a soft wits or soft tits, because I swear I heard the second one"
I am one of selective hearing and he has ears that only picks up obscenities.
Jealous Much?
Strong word for idiots all over.
I have notice whenever anyone makes a comment showing dislikes towards certain things, that word would follow up.
Reality is, not everyone finds it interesting in conforming to society. If that is the only thing that you are capable in forming into a accusation, try harder because I bet the biscuits on the aisle four are not impressed by your hypocritical analysis.
Why should anyone look up to others especially rickety models on the runway. The point of having someone to show you the world is downright ridiculous. Nobody knows your own life better than you so why bother looking for a help in direction.
Never in my mind do I wish for being a different or unique bitch. It just happen that I have strong dislike towards things loved by others. It's your role models are the one trying their very best in being different because they are aware of the very fact that they are just plain civilians on the surface. So before you laugh at me for pretending to be different, look in the mirror honey, since you are on the train to Wah Wah World.
I have notice whenever anyone makes a comment showing dislikes towards certain things, that word would follow up.
Reality is, not everyone finds it interesting in conforming to society. If that is the only thing that you are capable in forming into a accusation, try harder because I bet the biscuits on the aisle four are not impressed by your hypocritical analysis.
Why should anyone look up to others especially rickety models on the runway. The point of having someone to show you the world is downright ridiculous. Nobody knows your own life better than you so why bother looking for a help in direction.
Never in my mind do I wish for being a different or unique bitch. It just happen that I have strong dislike towards things loved by others. It's your role models are the one trying their very best in being different because they are aware of the very fact that they are just plain civilians on the surface. So before you laugh at me for pretending to be different, look in the mirror honey, since you are on the train to Wah Wah World.
Better Off
Spending my weekend picking holes than watching the boys lose. Better kiss the title bye-bye since hope is no longer here.
I am glad 09'is almost over because since it started, bad lucks have been pounding on my back. Someone has mercilessly jinx me and he or she should pay the price. Have no clue on how I could get even with him or her but I will, I will.
Seeing how terrible we have been, I might as well unsubscribe the sports channel. This is not a sign of giving up, it is a sign of help. Help the boys be the boys they are meant to be. That sounds stupid but it makes sense to me.
The boys around me have managed to tackle my faith and dissapointment is an understatement to say the least. 'You might as well support Barnsley, they have played better'. Yes, I do have a very bad taste in friends, especially football buddies.
It is either everyone in the world is jealous of my boys or they find it interesting to poke me on my low days. A hard fact indeed to accept the latter but I believe boys have more fun laughing at me than their shittier male friends.
"Is she dead?"
"Nah she's just choking on the sight of us"
Fail because she would only choke on every vision of you. Unlike me, you can't fake a generous smile. :)
I am glad 09'is almost over because since it started, bad lucks have been pounding on my back. Someone has mercilessly jinx me and he or she should pay the price. Have no clue on how I could get even with him or her but I will, I will.
Seeing how terrible we have been, I might as well unsubscribe the sports channel. This is not a sign of giving up, it is a sign of help. Help the boys be the boys they are meant to be. That sounds stupid but it makes sense to me.
The boys around me have managed to tackle my faith and dissapointment is an understatement to say the least. 'You might as well support Barnsley, they have played better'. Yes, I do have a very bad taste in friends, especially football buddies.
It is either everyone in the world is jealous of my boys or they find it interesting to poke me on my low days. A hard fact indeed to accept the latter but I believe boys have more fun laughing at me than their shittier male friends.
"Is she dead?"
"Nah she's just choking on the sight of us"
Fail because she would only choke on every vision of you. Unlike me, you can't fake a generous smile. :)
Spinning Thumbs
Been drowning my throat in Julmust and coffee. Not much of a coffee since only poofies would consider Hazelnut coffee as a proper coffee. Even the sound of it shows its' sissy-ness.
The thing I hate the most about Malls is the Ladies Department. Oh the horrors you are force to face once your cracking feet land on the territory. Like Spongebob, the perfume section is a challenge for me, considering I am allergic to all things flowers. Plus, the sight of the booth attendants caking up their faces every second doesn't help much.
I could not understand the amount of pressure my mom put on me in buying what she calls 'a proper sandal'. Apparently if it costs you 10RM, it is not proper. Guess she has been watching too much telly. I would like a new loafers since mine has meet its' old friends in the dump.
The day could not be better without Ricky's annoying voice. Teasing others of their vocal ability does not help you sing better.
..................
One and two,
twiddle my thumbs.
Three and four,
knock my door.
Five and six.
Drop your things.
- Yes kids these days are a bunch of weird monsters
The thing I hate the most about Malls is the Ladies Department. Oh the horrors you are force to face once your cracking feet land on the territory. Like Spongebob, the perfume section is a challenge for me, considering I am allergic to all things flowers. Plus, the sight of the booth attendants caking up their faces every second doesn't help much.
I could not understand the amount of pressure my mom put on me in buying what she calls 'a proper sandal'. Apparently if it costs you 10RM, it is not proper. Guess she has been watching too much telly. I would like a new loafers since mine has meet its' old friends in the dump.
The day could not be better without Ricky's annoying voice. Teasing others of their vocal ability does not help you sing better.
..................
One and two,
twiddle my thumbs.
Three and four,
knock my door.
Five and six.
Drop your things.
- Yes kids these days are a bunch of weird monsters
Reception of Your Affection
Funny how few people around me are well equip with disturbing wits. A line or two would shake my hairs off the punch.
Even better when your music playlist is mocking you with choices of songs it is playing. It is almost as if it knows exactly how you are feeling at the moment.
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For the past few weeks, I find myself to be cold towards people I am, evidently, in tune with. Bickering seems to be the only thing we do when we are face to hold a conversation. I know we share lots of common subjects but somehow I just could not bring myself in sharing my knowledge with them.
Sometimes, I feel as if it would be better if no one knows what I know. In things that people normally talk about. Being how intolerable it is to watch the grins on their dubious faces whenever I decide to paste my interests on my forehead.
Like a friend of mine would say 'You can see the pattern on others'. I never quite get the idea of patterns in attending your very passion for things. For obvious clarification, everyone notices the absence of those pattern in me that I should have possess.
Stapling a statement on yourself could be the most pathetic thing I can do. Like how most girls would wear all things football just so the other halves would pay attention to them. I am aware that this does not applies to all but I know numbers of them that feels the need to attain such quality.
The best reaction I have received is a nod of appreciation after stumbling upon the same item on the wishlist. We all know how both of us would smile like mad right after our backs meet. That is what I love about a silent conversation. The only thing that moves is the eyes but sometimes that only happens due to the shit airs we have.
Has anyone notices the similarity of sound in John The Revelator and Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)? Or this is another of my oblivion episodes.
Even better when your music playlist is mocking you with choices of songs it is playing. It is almost as if it knows exactly how you are feeling at the moment.
..................
For the past few weeks, I find myself to be cold towards people I am, evidently, in tune with. Bickering seems to be the only thing we do when we are face to hold a conversation. I know we share lots of common subjects but somehow I just could not bring myself in sharing my knowledge with them.
Sometimes, I feel as if it would be better if no one knows what I know. In things that people normally talk about. Being how intolerable it is to watch the grins on their dubious faces whenever I decide to paste my interests on my forehead.
Like a friend of mine would say 'You can see the pattern on others'. I never quite get the idea of patterns in attending your very passion for things. For obvious clarification, everyone notices the absence of those pattern in me that I should have possess.
Stapling a statement on yourself could be the most pathetic thing I can do. Like how most girls would wear all things football just so the other halves would pay attention to them. I am aware that this does not applies to all but I know numbers of them that feels the need to attain such quality.
The best reaction I have received is a nod of appreciation after stumbling upon the same item on the wishlist. We all know how both of us would smile like mad right after our backs meet. That is what I love about a silent conversation. The only thing that moves is the eyes but sometimes that only happens due to the shit airs we have.
Has anyone notices the similarity of sound in John The Revelator and Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)? Or this is another of my oblivion episodes.
It Takes Two to Make Sense
Two pence for bananas sounds banana to me.
At least that's how I had felt when Hanna told me she just bought bananas for two pence. But, today, I went to the store and found bananas for two cents. Yes, two bloody cents. At first I thought it could be a joke but just for a snort of amusement, we went to the cashier with other stuffs. Miraculously it went through and it was still two cents. We had a laugh about it and so did the cashier person. Never would I figure the same amazing fate would fall on me. Bless you Hanna, for sharing the luck with me. I may sound like a cheapskate but hey, who would want bananas for two cents, we would all go bananas for two cents bananas. Plus, the bananas are good. :)
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Met an old friend from Secondary along the journey. It has been two years since we had spoken or seen each other. Indeed, she had grown up and looked amazing. How I wish I look more like her in the aspect of maturity she had potrayed. I was happy she and other friends are still talking about me and what we had done together two years ago. A meet up is a must since it would be lovely to see everyone after a while.
Two years ago I was still in school and spent half of the time sleeping. A friend reckoned eight of out ten times she passed my class, I will be asleep without even noticing the violent air.
Two years ago, I spent almost every after school days watching French boys walking along the old apartment. I had lived near a Lycee, of which I thought at that time was a stupid name for a school, considering my idiotic assumption that it was actually a Lychee and that French boys were cool (they're not).
Two years ago, during Christmas Eve, we spent time sitting next to the tree talking about World War two and of course Hitler and even PolPot. With cheap drinks as a fancy wine substitute.
Two years ago, how time flies. Where has it all gone?
At least that's how I had felt when Hanna told me she just bought bananas for two pence. But, today, I went to the store and found bananas for two cents. Yes, two bloody cents. At first I thought it could be a joke but just for a snort of amusement, we went to the cashier with other stuffs. Miraculously it went through and it was still two cents. We had a laugh about it and so did the cashier person. Never would I figure the same amazing fate would fall on me. Bless you Hanna, for sharing the luck with me. I may sound like a cheapskate but hey, who would want bananas for two cents, we would all go bananas for two cents bananas. Plus, the bananas are good. :)
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Met an old friend from Secondary along the journey. It has been two years since we had spoken or seen each other. Indeed, she had grown up and looked amazing. How I wish I look more like her in the aspect of maturity she had potrayed. I was happy she and other friends are still talking about me and what we had done together two years ago. A meet up is a must since it would be lovely to see everyone after a while.
Two years ago I was still in school and spent half of the time sleeping. A friend reckoned eight of out ten times she passed my class, I will be asleep without even noticing the violent air.
Two years ago, I spent almost every after school days watching French boys walking along the old apartment. I had lived near a Lycee, of which I thought at that time was a stupid name for a school, considering my idiotic assumption that it was actually a Lychee and that French boys were cool (they're not).
Two years ago, during Christmas Eve, we spent time sitting next to the tree talking about World War two and of course Hitler and even PolPot. With cheap drinks as a fancy wine substitute.
Two years ago, how time flies. Where has it all gone?
Grass Mouth
I lost my Zennie and I don't have enough money to find a replacement. All I have now is Jango, of which you can't choose what you want to listen to. I sure hope a new player will be under the tree this year. The whole collections of musics, dissapear before me, like wasps in the bathroom. Heh guess I am capable of writing something daft like that.
Had the worst chat up which forces me to be rude and ignores him while I press 'sign out'. When all you are saying are umm, ooooo, things will definitely stop there. Hah that's all the gooners can think of after they robbed us a penalty. Damn you thugs, even Mase believed we should've won by 4-0. It is sad to see your team behind sniffing the aromatic scent of losing. We'll get back because we'll never walk alone. :)
You are as foul as their stench.
Though your grass mouth reclaims it all.
Had the worst chat up which forces me to be rude and ignores him while I press 'sign out'. When all you are saying are umm, ooooo, things will definitely stop there. Hah that's all the gooners can think of after they robbed us a penalty. Damn you thugs, even Mase believed we should've won by 4-0. It is sad to see your team behind sniffing the aromatic scent of losing. We'll get back because we'll never walk alone. :)
You are as foul as their stench.
Though your grass mouth reclaims it all.
But he's a ginger...
What do people have against gingers anyway.
We were talking about drums and stuff when he told me he knows a guy who's brilliant at drumming. Then he goes on saying, "But... he's a ginger...so...". As unfair as it sounds, he did discredit the guy for being a ginger regardless of how terrific he was banging the drums.
So the question is re-directed, what do you have against gingers? Have they done something terribly wrong in the past and lived without facing the judgement. Have they conducted a mass murder towards those who are not of ginger. I have not come across a history of mankind where gingers rule any area or such so that others would hate them for that.
It baffles me to see a remarkable mistreatment towards them. Well, I find gingers to be funny looking but that is it. Like Nicola from Girls Aloud, astonishing jokes targeted on her and yeah it is quite amusing but why. Cause she's a ginger. I don't mind seeing that weirdo Ron from Harry Potter being a constant ridicule to everyone but seeing all gingers being gingered? That's something.
To get things cleared, I am not a ginger, I just feel bad for the ginger. I know you would go "Well, if you feel sorry for them you wouldn't keeep saying ginger". True but I like saying ginger to the ginger. Might have sound like a total prick for calling them that, still, we call blondes, blondes and brunettes a brunette so why not ginger to the ginger.
If someone could explain to me why the gingers are being handle in whatever way, I would go on without trying to mend it. Besides, gingers brings colours to the world, eh?
I do know a ginger who makes nice pies, see I can be nice to a ginger.
Wonder if all gingers grow ginger plants.
We were talking about drums and stuff when he told me he knows a guy who's brilliant at drumming. Then he goes on saying, "But... he's a ginger...so...". As unfair as it sounds, he did discredit the guy for being a ginger regardless of how terrific he was banging the drums.
So the question is re-directed, what do you have against gingers? Have they done something terribly wrong in the past and lived without facing the judgement. Have they conducted a mass murder towards those who are not of ginger. I have not come across a history of mankind where gingers rule any area or such so that others would hate them for that.
It baffles me to see a remarkable mistreatment towards them. Well, I find gingers to be funny looking but that is it. Like Nicola from Girls Aloud, astonishing jokes targeted on her and yeah it is quite amusing but why. Cause she's a ginger. I don't mind seeing that weirdo Ron from Harry Potter being a constant ridicule to everyone but seeing all gingers being gingered? That's something.
To get things cleared, I am not a ginger, I just feel bad for the ginger. I know you would go "Well, if you feel sorry for them you wouldn't keeep saying ginger". True but I like saying ginger to the ginger. Might have sound like a total prick for calling them that, still, we call blondes, blondes and brunettes a brunette so why not ginger to the ginger.
If someone could explain to me why the gingers are being handle in whatever way, I would go on without trying to mend it. Besides, gingers brings colours to the world, eh?
I do know a ginger who makes nice pies, see I can be nice to a ginger.
Wonder if all gingers grow ginger plants.
For All The Reasons
Reasons are now substitutes to vitamins/pills.
For every action there will be reasons, and half of the time it is for a terrible action or of the wrong reason.
What bothers me the most at this age is coffee shops/houses. It is sad that the old quaint coffee houses are beaten by the modern-esque shit coffee. I for one find no pleasure in S____ucks or any other chain coffee shops.
If you had a choice:
Take a day sipping coffee at one of the chain shops and you'll wish your life has ended long before you step into the shop. Giggling symphony of girls exchanging gossips or latest trends, sounds of machines desperately "brewing" drinks and stuck up workers pretending they owned every customers.
Or
Spill your caffein-ated urges at the old proper coffee house and you will get a reverse effect of modernizaton. Clattering noise of cups and saucers, fresh blood of a paper cut from flicking the pages of newspaper idly and forgetful drinks attendants.
Which would be your preference.
I am not a coffee enthusiast but the atmosphere I had lived when sitting in coffee houses made me nonchalantly happy. The smell of coffee leaves being crush and drown in hot water seems palpable to me that I am not much of a modern bitch.
Finding the perfect coffee house here is something I have yet to achieve. Though, the coffee house near Eton was a remarkable experience. It was quite fun to sit there and enjoy your cup(s) of coffee while watching posh kids dreaming of their soon 'glorious' day(s). It was nothing like a fast agitating ambience I normally get when passed along those chain shops.
It is understandable that most working people buys coffee from those chain shops is due to the fact they are always chasing time. The only thing that bothers me is that kids these days take the idea of hanging out there for the rest of their lives as being cool and hip. Not only it costs more, evidently it costs your moral standpoint.
Withal, I cannot complain much as I am not a part of the chaos. Coffee makes your teeth yellow anyway. Might as well stain it with something rather invigorating like a cup of nice warm tea (any type will do) pairs up with a melting biscuits.
Modern people and their destructive weapons.
(Funny how I sound like a 100 years old tard)
For every action there will be reasons, and half of the time it is for a terrible action or of the wrong reason.
What bothers me the most at this age is coffee shops/houses. It is sad that the old quaint coffee houses are beaten by the modern-esque shit coffee. I for one find no pleasure in S____ucks or any other chain coffee shops.
If you had a choice:
Take a day sipping coffee at one of the chain shops and you'll wish your life has ended long before you step into the shop. Giggling symphony of girls exchanging gossips or latest trends, sounds of machines desperately "brewing" drinks and stuck up workers pretending they owned every customers.
Or
Spill your caffein-ated urges at the old proper coffee house and you will get a reverse effect of modernizaton. Clattering noise of cups and saucers, fresh blood of a paper cut from flicking the pages of newspaper idly and forgetful drinks attendants.
Which would be your preference.
I am not a coffee enthusiast but the atmosphere I had lived when sitting in coffee houses made me nonchalantly happy. The smell of coffee leaves being crush and drown in hot water seems palpable to me that I am not much of a modern bitch.
Finding the perfect coffee house here is something I have yet to achieve. Though, the coffee house near Eton was a remarkable experience. It was quite fun to sit there and enjoy your cup(s) of coffee while watching posh kids dreaming of their soon 'glorious' day(s). It was nothing like a fast agitating ambience I normally get when passed along those chain shops.
It is understandable that most working people buys coffee from those chain shops is due to the fact they are always chasing time. The only thing that bothers me is that kids these days take the idea of hanging out there for the rest of their lives as being cool and hip. Not only it costs more, evidently it costs your moral standpoint.
Withal, I cannot complain much as I am not a part of the chaos. Coffee makes your teeth yellow anyway. Might as well stain it with something rather invigorating like a cup of nice warm tea (any type will do) pairs up with a melting biscuits.
Modern people and their destructive weapons.
(Funny how I sound like a 100 years old tard)
Can't Get Enough
Of pissing people off for not turning up every time we set up a date.
Yes, apparently it's my hidden, most well known talent.
No reason can make up for my absence on your day(s) out. I'm a horrible friend when it comes to sniffing the polluted air. I much rather stay in the house with Bassie and foods abundant in colours, textures and everything else in between.
The only person I don't feel bad about ditching is the person my mother prefers me to hang with. It's terrible having to look at his face everytime I laugh once he turns his back on me. He doesn't look like someone I can have my gibberish talk with. I am positive he's interested in something else besides my weird sense of taste.
Well off without any disillusions of someone new approaching your being.
For you though, I can't help myself from enjoying hiding behind your back so that I will not be seen by those I do not wish to exchange words with. Guess nothing stays when you move around a lot. Like a daddy long legs catching up to me in the shower. Those little creeps.
Yes, apparently it's my hidden, most well known talent.
No reason can make up for my absence on your day(s) out. I'm a horrible friend when it comes to sniffing the polluted air. I much rather stay in the house with Bassie and foods abundant in colours, textures and everything else in between.
The only person I don't feel bad about ditching is the person my mother prefers me to hang with. It's terrible having to look at his face everytime I laugh once he turns his back on me. He doesn't look like someone I can have my gibberish talk with. I am positive he's interested in something else besides my weird sense of taste.
Well off without any disillusions of someone new approaching your being.
For you though, I can't help myself from enjoying hiding behind your back so that I will not be seen by those I do not wish to exchange words with. Guess nothing stays when you move around a lot. Like a daddy long legs catching up to me in the shower. Those little creeps.
Running for Woe
What lies beneath those features,
is a grieving winner.
Waiting for the air,
to take up his breaths.
Longing for the lost,
he waits.
To grow closer,
to what is no longer of her.
Murmurs and thoughts,
are for others to enjoy.
While he struggles,
for what is left of her.
P.s: Having you is not a part of me that I would love to keep.
is a grieving winner.
Waiting for the air,
to take up his breaths.
Longing for the lost,
he waits.
To grow closer,
to what is no longer of her.
Murmurs and thoughts,
are for others to enjoy.
While he struggles,
for what is left of her.
P.s: Having you is not a part of me that I would love to keep.
Burned Visions
Jumping through the currents,
she sings.
Of her paranoia and belief.
Forcing her thumbs,
to gesture love.
"Fly to me, my sweet serpents.
For you my love, I'll hinder"
Sands between her lips,
Crushed lies hanging off her cheeks.
She beg for nothing more than for you to speak.
Softly her hands deliver,
the long lasting sensation,
Of her burning visions.
she sings.
Of her paranoia and belief.
Forcing her thumbs,
to gesture love.
"Fly to me, my sweet serpents.
For you my love, I'll hinder"
Sands between her lips,
Crushed lies hanging off her cheeks.
She beg for nothing more than for you to speak.
Softly her hands deliver,
the long lasting sensation,
Of her burning visions.
Troubles of Memories
For the past few years, I had found myself in recurring flashbacks of the past.
Conversations between old friends stir up some old stories of my bad behaviour. It was nothing like a heist or teenage vengeance. It was more of a stretch of events that sums up my school's life.
They swear I would have become a bandit if I hadn't skip Grade 4.
Meh I miss kicking people's body parts. Pretty sure they miss my kicks too. Haa (_______)
Conversations between old friends stir up some old stories of my bad behaviour. It was nothing like a heist or teenage vengeance. It was more of a stretch of events that sums up my school's life.
They swear I would have become a bandit if I hadn't skip Grade 4.
Meh I miss kicking people's body parts. Pretty sure they miss my kicks too. Haa (_______)
Cruising Down the Road
“The wheels are faster than your hands”.
It is my first time driving. It is fun considering the bad essence that decorates the time during my lesson. As always, I land a spot in earning a well-craze exuberant man. He is fantastic, though his constant companion of chattering words that subsequently leads to dizziness fails to keep me on my two feet.
I guess it is a bad move to throw away the horse shoe since I have rapidly sinks myself into a deep dark hole.
The lesson starts off brilliantly, with a broken car and non-working air conditioner. However, all is good for me since the electrifying thoughts of driving make me feel like I am now much closer in becoming an adult. Yeah, driving will give me the power of excitement in cursing when stuck in traffics. (?)
When we arrive at the driving field, anxiety and freakish smiles kick in. After two gruelling hours of fears of running over the dog and immediate effects of u-turning for few minutes, the instructor delivers a manic idea, which is for me to drive on the busy roads if I manage to glue myself to the next lessons tomorrow. Mind you, the roads around my place are extremely intense and the people aren’t so ethical in driving.
Nonetheless, as happy as I did after the whole thing, my head beats me on raving and rubbing it off to my friend, who is not old enough to join me on this trip to road-kills. Countless more hours before I get to put my alluring skills to use. Or crying skill since that would make things much easier.
It is my first time driving. It is fun considering the bad essence that decorates the time during my lesson. As always, I land a spot in earning a well-craze exuberant man. He is fantastic, though his constant companion of chattering words that subsequently leads to dizziness fails to keep me on my two feet.
I guess it is a bad move to throw away the horse shoe since I have rapidly sinks myself into a deep dark hole.
The lesson starts off brilliantly, with a broken car and non-working air conditioner. However, all is good for me since the electrifying thoughts of driving make me feel like I am now much closer in becoming an adult. Yeah, driving will give me the power of excitement in cursing when stuck in traffics. (?)
When we arrive at the driving field, anxiety and freakish smiles kick in. After two gruelling hours of fears of running over the dog and immediate effects of u-turning for few minutes, the instructor delivers a manic idea, which is for me to drive on the busy roads if I manage to glue myself to the next lessons tomorrow. Mind you, the roads around my place are extremely intense and the people aren’t so ethical in driving.
Nonetheless, as happy as I did after the whole thing, my head beats me on raving and rubbing it off to my friend, who is not old enough to join me on this trip to road-kills. Countless more hours before I get to put my alluring skills to use. Or crying skill since that would make things much easier.
Coloured Reasoning is for Fools.
First of all, I believe I owe you an apology for not trying to comply with your basis of how we should live. Regret is something I have been taught to not agree to. Though, your lack of enthusiasm has pushed my limit of tolerance. Personally, I couldn’t give a slight of attention whenever you find spaces in mocking me. But when the false accusation you’ve thrown to me on being an arrogant and self-explanatory person is an absolute nightmare.
Basically, you are telling me, for me to be good in whatever it is I’m doing and wish to do, I have to know each and every person who had stamped the word ‘Best’ onto their forehead. I do admit I know nothing about whatever it is I am doing, but that’s only because I choose to not know it. The names you’ve mouth to me means nothing.
For me to be a good writer, I don’t need to know good writers. For me to be a good music enthusiast, I don’t need to know the legends of bands. For me to be a better being, I don’t need to look up to anyone. Call me whatever you will, because all the names you’ve hanged around your neck serve me no need to be an emulator.
So pardon me for being a failure in accompanying your vision of a good admirer of past time activities. My insufficiencies of participation in your imaginary success are an amazing source of anecdote. Yes, I only know Pushkin accidentally when I was actually looking for Pichushkin. Hey, nobody ever inform me on learning about other writers before you start writing.
Thus, all I can tell you is fuck off because you and your ‘amazing’ people know nothing about living my own life. I was once told, to be a writer, you should understand your own life as your words depicts your past, present, future and fantasies. Yeah maybe I’ve been taking advice from nut crackers, nevertheless I for one had received an almost perfect score in writing paper WITH spelling errors and inadequacy of fancy words and you didn’t. I hate to brag but none of your masters help me getting that.
As something to show you how much of a young insolent and petulant tosser you are, get a mirror. Trust me, it’ll help.
P.S: When you were bragging about how much you know about Mr. Shankly, though I know a little about him, it doesn’t take me a wikipedia page or a trip to library to know his first name in an instance. I actually have no clue what it really is but my ignorant brain works hard to recall what I had heard in my past dull years of my life.
Basically, you are telling me, for me to be good in whatever it is I’m doing and wish to do, I have to know each and every person who had stamped the word ‘Best’ onto their forehead. I do admit I know nothing about whatever it is I am doing, but that’s only because I choose to not know it. The names you’ve mouth to me means nothing.
For me to be a good writer, I don’t need to know good writers. For me to be a good music enthusiast, I don’t need to know the legends of bands. For me to be a better being, I don’t need to look up to anyone. Call me whatever you will, because all the names you’ve hanged around your neck serve me no need to be an emulator.
So pardon me for being a failure in accompanying your vision of a good admirer of past time activities. My insufficiencies of participation in your imaginary success are an amazing source of anecdote. Yes, I only know Pushkin accidentally when I was actually looking for Pichushkin. Hey, nobody ever inform me on learning about other writers before you start writing.
Thus, all I can tell you is fuck off because you and your ‘amazing’ people know nothing about living my own life. I was once told, to be a writer, you should understand your own life as your words depicts your past, present, future and fantasies. Yeah maybe I’ve been taking advice from nut crackers, nevertheless I for one had received an almost perfect score in writing paper WITH spelling errors and inadequacy of fancy words and you didn’t. I hate to brag but none of your masters help me getting that.
As something to show you how much of a young insolent and petulant tosser you are, get a mirror. Trust me, it’ll help.
P.S: When you were bragging about how much you know about Mr. Shankly, though I know a little about him, it doesn’t take me a wikipedia page or a trip to library to know his first name in an instance. I actually have no clue what it really is but my ignorant brain works hard to recall what I had heard in my past dull years of my life.
Placies? Playsees?
Poor guy, having to sound like a proper idiot saying all those things. Half of the time, I don't even have a clue on what exactly he is saying. Guess that's the reason the Castrol people put up a tiny bit of subtitles so that people aren't lost.
Heh the flashing money card made him forget that people are poking fun at him for this. Well, he might say 'I'm rich so who cares'. If he does have that in his mind, he is a proper idiot.
As good as you are in football or anything that you do, if you don't have self-respect, don't bother shoving in people's face.
Sick.
My dream of becoming a mini mullen was crushed by a mom. Yeah isn't fun being the only child with no moustache. She was terrified on the idea of me joining every sports boys are into. Heh I wish she had popped out another one so I can play sports.
A friend was teasing me about how much I'm interested in skateboard. 'It's all physics and since you hate physics, you should hate skateboarding'. Fair enough, except you don't need to calculate how a trick may be performed.
It's funny how physics rule every single shit. It's even funnier how much of a horrid subject it is.
World ______ Day
It seems that we are always in need of other's instruction.
World's Aids Day, Hungers Day, Pink Ribbon, Mother's Day, and other craps they can think of. Complying to these kind of programmes is a new way of life, for some. The only reason I buy cards during one of the 'Days' is because my loves would be expecting one from me. A sense of pride when joining the charade is not an accomplishment for me. I buy stuffs for my loves quite often, set aside the luxury. When a person bust their neck for money to get gifts, it's a sign your loves worth a shit.
Frankly, I couldn't give a shit during one of these days (Hungers, bla bla bla) since they are ruled by 'important people' anyway. Leonardo whateverhisnameis for the 11th hour, really? I bet those polar bears are kicking your ice-face for the green space you took in landing your cheap butt every night. Yeah 10 rooms for a person will save the nature. The probability of others to gag is much higher than you think when having to bear that horrid idea of saving the earth.
Ms. Jolie letsstealothershusband, ambassador of UN? Well, UN is not a real organization but still. How would you feel if a slag comes to you, sobbing to death to save you from dying ends up in high-end stores to get a cloth to wipe her magnetic skin. I do lavish myself sometime but I don't tell everyone to save a penny so there'll be another life on the other side of the world.
Why can't we do it ourselves. Send people who could care less of fame and fortune in helping those in needs. Those who are able to get in the mud to pull golds for others. 'With fame, people listens and follows you' applies to those absent-minded donkeys. Did you know almost 80% of money donated didn't reach te places where it should have. So much for 'Your penny will save a life'. One day, in god's willing, I'll do anything I can to help those who failed to receives the privilages I have. Though, I will not give them monies blindly. Again almost 92.3% of those in poor countries wait for foods to land on their open laps. I survived 50 RM every weeks with extras, so why can't others?
I know people are dying for lack of foods and cares, however hypocrisy does not saves lives.
World's Aids Day, Hungers Day, Pink Ribbon, Mother's Day, and other craps they can think of. Complying to these kind of programmes is a new way of life, for some. The only reason I buy cards during one of the 'Days' is because my loves would be expecting one from me. A sense of pride when joining the charade is not an accomplishment for me. I buy stuffs for my loves quite often, set aside the luxury. When a person bust their neck for money to get gifts, it's a sign your loves worth a shit.
Frankly, I couldn't give a shit during one of these days (Hungers, bla bla bla) since they are ruled by 'important people' anyway. Leonardo whateverhisnameis for the 11th hour, really? I bet those polar bears are kicking your ice-face for the green space you took in landing your cheap butt every night. Yeah 10 rooms for a person will save the nature. The probability of others to gag is much higher than you think when having to bear that horrid idea of saving the earth.
Ms. Jolie letsstealothershusband, ambassador of UN? Well, UN is not a real organization but still. How would you feel if a slag comes to you, sobbing to death to save you from dying ends up in high-end stores to get a cloth to wipe her magnetic skin. I do lavish myself sometime but I don't tell everyone to save a penny so there'll be another life on the other side of the world.
Why can't we do it ourselves. Send people who could care less of fame and fortune in helping those in needs. Those who are able to get in the mud to pull golds for others. 'With fame, people listens and follows you' applies to those absent-minded donkeys. Did you know almost 80% of money donated didn't reach te places where it should have. So much for 'Your penny will save a life'. One day, in god's willing, I'll do anything I can to help those who failed to receives the privilages I have. Though, I will not give them monies blindly. Again almost 92.3% of those in poor countries wait for foods to land on their open laps. I survived 50 RM every weeks with extras, so why can't others?
I know people are dying for lack of foods and cares, however hypocrisy does not saves lives.
Slow Motion, See Me Let Go
It is a wonder how well I work and enjoy my own company after hours. A day was well spent re-organizing my library/antiqueshop/museum. It's remarkably clean now, though in the eyes of those rarely in the room, it is the same, funky smelled, messy, child-like room. My room could probably be (at this very moment) the most incredible thing I have achieved.
A lava lamp is now my new trophy. It was someone else's lamp and apparently he grew out of it. He knew I enjoy such antiquated objects, thus it being the light of my life. (?) Funny how most of my collections used to another's posessions. The chain between me and the freaky people amazes me. Am I bound to hold the lives of others, to dwell in their past, creates memories they had failed?
Well off without strings attach. On my own two wobbly feet. Imagining the day I stop imagine.
A lava lamp is now my new trophy. It was someone else's lamp and apparently he grew out of it. He knew I enjoy such antiquated objects, thus it being the light of my life. (?) Funny how most of my collections used to another's posessions. The chain between me and the freaky people amazes me. Am I bound to hold the lives of others, to dwell in their past, creates memories they had failed?
Well off without strings attach. On my own two wobbly feet. Imagining the day I stop imagine.
In The Name of...
Purpose of life is something I have yet to discover. Guess now I'll be writing down 'Having a private library' as one of my life purpose.Ironically, I have always hated the library (except those with wheels :) )
It is almost terrifying how I almost cry reading this book. Obviously, it is a well-written book, Russian author. They are one of my favourites. Anna Petrovna, Alexander Pushkin (However his name is correctly spelled) and of course Nabokov. The sad thing is, my mum would not let me buy books of military history or anything akin to it. What I am reading now is the product of my sneaky tactics and horrible squeaky smile. Next, Prague: In The Shadow of Swastika. Hopefully I can get hold of it and the Tsars.
Russians have pretty intriguing history, and of course the inhabitants. Never been there but would love to. Do the russians call St. Petersburg, Leningrad still. I'd be delighted to have a city named after me, in a weird twisted way. I guess Russians powered man loved the idea of people spitting their names out, regardless whether if it's for good or not. One thing that I can look up to those not so kind people is, they realized they will never be half as good as anything we'd dream of so why the fuck bother on pleasing shit faces. Never in my mind believe because of that we should all be evil beings.
Purpose of life, is evidently a myth. There'll never be A purpose of life since we are all greedy people. The certainty of that is unworthy of the world's attention but I may not be the only one to regard it as a fact. A pessimist I may be but better than thinking we are all walking on flowered layered glass and inhaling air of sweet scent of lives. Hmm...
" Our singing was not hypocritical for we were singing out our happiness at being alive. Happiness at being born contrary to all the possibilities calculated by men of common sense and in contempt of all the wars invented by makers of the History. Happiness at being born, living and knowing that there is nothing better in this world than the measued words of a woman with red hands seated in a room perfumed with the snowy chill of linen covered in hoar-frost. In the name of what... "
- Words from Confessions of a Lapsed Standard-Bearer
It is almost terrifying how I almost cry reading this book. Obviously, it is a well-written book, Russian author. They are one of my favourites. Anna Petrovna, Alexander Pushkin (However his name is correctly spelled) and of course Nabokov. The sad thing is, my mum would not let me buy books of military history or anything akin to it. What I am reading now is the product of my sneaky tactics and horrible squeaky smile. Next, Prague: In The Shadow of Swastika. Hopefully I can get hold of it and the Tsars.
Russians have pretty intriguing history, and of course the inhabitants. Never been there but would love to. Do the russians call St. Petersburg, Leningrad still. I'd be delighted to have a city named after me, in a weird twisted way. I guess Russians powered man loved the idea of people spitting their names out, regardless whether if it's for good or not. One thing that I can look up to those not so kind people is, they realized they will never be half as good as anything we'd dream of so why the fuck bother on pleasing shit faces. Never in my mind believe because of that we should all be evil beings.
Purpose of life, is evidently a myth. There'll never be A purpose of life since we are all greedy people. The certainty of that is unworthy of the world's attention but I may not be the only one to regard it as a fact. A pessimist I may be but better than thinking we are all walking on flowered layered glass and inhaling air of sweet scent of lives. Hmm...
" Our singing was not hypocritical for we were singing out our happiness at being alive. Happiness at being born contrary to all the possibilities calculated by men of common sense and in contempt of all the wars invented by makers of the History. Happiness at being born, living and knowing that there is nothing better in this world than the measued words of a woman with red hands seated in a room perfumed with the snowy chill of linen covered in hoar-frost. In the name of what... "
- Words from Confessions of a Lapsed Standard-Bearer
Fish sticks
Missing the time when we were within each other has brought up distinct emotions. Speeds of laughters you drew were one of your beauty. Though, you never believed me and often called me names akin to a lady in the loony bin, I love being with you.
When the sun was blazing, poking happily into my eyes, you stopped and wondered how was I feeling. Words nor grievances formed as you observed me. The thing, littlest thing that you do, stirred up my feelings. Long hard notes you wrote while I was floating in the water. Absurdity and nonsensical phrases. Put a smile on my face.
The times where we wasted our times drawing funny faces, flipping coins, will never be replaced. Your love for childish things made me realize you were with me ever since I had existed.
The terror you faced when we crash the problem gate.
The fear of being teased.
The caricature of your silly works.
Made me happy.
When the sun was blazing, poking happily into my eyes, you stopped and wondered how was I feeling. Words nor grievances formed as you observed me. The thing, littlest thing that you do, stirred up my feelings. Long hard notes you wrote while I was floating in the water. Absurdity and nonsensical phrases. Put a smile on my face.
The times where we wasted our times drawing funny faces, flipping coins, will never be replaced. Your love for childish things made me realize you were with me ever since I had existed.
The terror you faced when we crash the problem gate.
The fear of being teased.
The caricature of your silly works.
Made me happy.
To You, Friend.
One to a hundred.
How much is too much?
Friends.
It is a disease in each and every one of us.
Like Polio.
Except it sounded better.
Enemies.
Now that's something.
Like Fever.
Though, it has better ending.
Whoever reckons having lots of friends is a good thing,
Surely a tosser.
How much is too much?
Friends.
It is a disease in each and every one of us.
Like Polio.
Except it sounded better.
Enemies.
Now that's something.
Like Fever.
Though, it has better ending.
Whoever reckons having lots of friends is a good thing,
Surely a tosser.
For the world to see, How I breathe.
It's been fascinating.
To watch how people around you direct their fears.
I had joined their parade.
Starved myself with hopes.
I was painfully pleading for my guilt to leave me.
When they were struggling to call my name.
As faults were waiting for the final greet.
Stumbling, tearing and moaning.
Have I done enough to be with them?
To watch how people around you direct their fears.
I had joined their parade.
Starved myself with hopes.
I was painfully pleading for my guilt to leave me.
When they were struggling to call my name.
As faults were waiting for the final greet.
Stumbling, tearing and moaning.
Have I done enough to be with them?
I am no feminist.
But sometimes people made me speak like one.
A friend of mine used feminist as a synonym for slags or what most people call, a bitch.
Considering how ridiculous this whole feminism shit has become, I was happy to hear that.
Enough about Emmeline Pankhurst, it is quite obvious there is no one who has an acceptable ideology that could bring changes to the life of the saucers (Cups and saucers, thats what I used when saying male and female). Nevertheless, I have no interest in yapping about feminism as it is full of bull.
What I wish to write about is on sports. Why in the world is sport being divided between gender. Have you ever seen a football match with a mix of gender in a team? Why can't there be one?
This is where those above and sports meet each other. Those so-called feminists forgot about equality in active culture when they were in tears promoting their jokes. All they cared about was money and shits. That's why cups take them lightly. Take all the jokes in the world and you will find not even one that goes like 'That lady kicks like a viking!'. Though I have no knowledge on the amount of pressure vikings put on their foot in mesmerizing others in kicking objects. The point is, all the screaming about equality had silenced a part on being as strong as cups. It is apparent that saucers couldn't give a fuck in potraying themselves as a strong entity. Talk about equality.
I remember growing up, where I was the only one with no object under there which would results me being in pain whenever we had too much fun. I played sports with them, I kicked and shoved as hard as them. But then, reality kicked in and I was forced to enter into the world where wearing comfortable clothes is a sin. Yes, they made you feel like an alien especially when you are covered in scars. A shock ran through me and I knew I was doomed for life. No more praises for falling the 17th time.
The world I had entered has made me become a sissy. I would cry if I get a small cut, and think about the physical effects for the whole day. I worry about when dirts come crawling to me with a huge grin on their muddy faces. All these things... I blame you feminists. Oh now we have the power to be as good as men, lets put skeleton on covers of pointless magazines and kill all the fatties. Yes you idiots, that exactly what you did. Because of you, I worry about my weight. Because of you I use masks to make me look like what you had wanted me to look like. And you people call Hitler a bad man.
OK
Lets pause and laugh for a moment as I had digress from sport to Hitler. When his name comes up, that is the mark I am digressing.
Coming back to sports and people. I wish there would be no female cups or whatever fucks. I wish there would be, even a short amount of saucers, playing with the cups. In football, tennis, cricket and all the sports in the world. Where the name Sophie would come next after Steven. Where a lady gets a red card for diving.
Nonetheless, I want that so badly since I was once told I can't be in their team because I look like a girl. I don't blame the cups. Seeing all the saucers in the world, I understand and accept the tragedy upon my life. I want to change that, so next time, I can run with the balls..., no the ball and score like the cups.
AND
That my feminists friends, is what I call an equality.
A friend of mine used feminist as a synonym for slags or what most people call, a bitch.
Considering how ridiculous this whole feminism shit has become, I was happy to hear that.
Enough about Emmeline Pankhurst, it is quite obvious there is no one who has an acceptable ideology that could bring changes to the life of the saucers (Cups and saucers, thats what I used when saying male and female). Nevertheless, I have no interest in yapping about feminism as it is full of bull.
What I wish to write about is on sports. Why in the world is sport being divided between gender. Have you ever seen a football match with a mix of gender in a team? Why can't there be one?
This is where those above and sports meet each other. Those so-called feminists forgot about equality in active culture when they were in tears promoting their jokes. All they cared about was money and shits. That's why cups take them lightly. Take all the jokes in the world and you will find not even one that goes like 'That lady kicks like a viking!'. Though I have no knowledge on the amount of pressure vikings put on their foot in mesmerizing others in kicking objects. The point is, all the screaming about equality had silenced a part on being as strong as cups. It is apparent that saucers couldn't give a fuck in potraying themselves as a strong entity. Talk about equality.
I remember growing up, where I was the only one with no object under there which would results me being in pain whenever we had too much fun. I played sports with them, I kicked and shoved as hard as them. But then, reality kicked in and I was forced to enter into the world where wearing comfortable clothes is a sin. Yes, they made you feel like an alien especially when you are covered in scars. A shock ran through me and I knew I was doomed for life. No more praises for falling the 17th time.
The world I had entered has made me become a sissy. I would cry if I get a small cut, and think about the physical effects for the whole day. I worry about when dirts come crawling to me with a huge grin on their muddy faces. All these things... I blame you feminists. Oh now we have the power to be as good as men, lets put skeleton on covers of pointless magazines and kill all the fatties. Yes you idiots, that exactly what you did. Because of you, I worry about my weight. Because of you I use masks to make me look like what you had wanted me to look like. And you people call Hitler a bad man.
OK
Lets pause and laugh for a moment as I had digress from sport to Hitler. When his name comes up, that is the mark I am digressing.
Coming back to sports and people. I wish there would be no female cups or whatever fucks. I wish there would be, even a short amount of saucers, playing with the cups. In football, tennis, cricket and all the sports in the world. Where the name Sophie would come next after Steven. Where a lady gets a red card for diving.
Nonetheless, I want that so badly since I was once told I can't be in their team because I look like a girl. I don't blame the cups. Seeing all the saucers in the world, I understand and accept the tragedy upon my life. I want to change that, so next time, I can run with the balls..., no the ball and score like the cups.
AND
That my feminists friends, is what I call an equality.
Insanity On The Run.
To say hello and goodbye,
To stare into eyes.
To shake away the memories,
To tap the beat.
Frequent tune in to small talks,
Visionary shot of long lost thoughts.
Strap in the new shoes,
Gaze for another view.
To stare into eyes.
To shake away the memories,
To tap the beat.
Frequent tune in to small talks,
Visionary shot of long lost thoughts.
Strap in the new shoes,
Gaze for another view.
I Survived
The camping trip.
Hah to those who think I can't make it.
Well, to be honest, I was pleasantly shocked to have found myself all giddy during and after the trip. It was rather epic despite the fact that I was all alone in the platoon (no such thing as group, we go by platoon or unit bla bla bla). No leeches but tons of biting bugs. I didn't bother to eat that much as I was flowing in red, no good eating too much because of that.
Almost half of my body is aching, good thing my parents let me skip classes.
Need food and rest. Classes and books will trail my seconds and burn me.
Two more weeks till my final.
Cant.fail.or.I'll.die.
Hah to those who think I can't make it.
Well, to be honest, I was pleasantly shocked to have found myself all giddy during and after the trip. It was rather epic despite the fact that I was all alone in the platoon (no such thing as group, we go by platoon or unit bla bla bla). No leeches but tons of biting bugs. I didn't bother to eat that much as I was flowing in red, no good eating too much because of that.
Almost half of my body is aching, good thing my parents let me skip classes.
Need food and rest. Classes and books will trail my seconds and burn me.
Two more weeks till my final.
Cant.fail.or.I'll.die.
Appropriate?
I had asked Jack whether he owns an electrocuting (?) machine since his hair looked rather weird in such upward position. To make the question even more inappropriate, I accused him (in a polite manner) of having spending a large amount of money on hairgel.
Guess the question will never be answered as to the degree of how inappropriate it was. He's a twat anyway, a posh cunning-charming-tad adorable twat. Just when I had learn to dislike him, he grew stubbles. He can read my mind and he knows it. Fucking knob. You are not funny anyway.
No wonder why I never last in any relationship. Like they all said 'Sarcasm is part of your charm, which exactly what kills the bond'. (?)
Such manic world we are living eh? And tinkie winkie is a man with a handbag, get over it :[
Guess the question will never be answered as to the degree of how inappropriate it was. He's a twat anyway, a posh cunning-charming-tad adorable twat. Just when I had learn to dislike him, he grew stubbles. He can read my mind and he knows it. Fucking knob. You are not funny anyway.
No wonder why I never last in any relationship. Like they all said 'Sarcasm is part of your charm, which exactly what kills the bond'. (?)
Such manic world we are living eh? And tinkie winkie is a man with a handbag, get over it :[
All of Once
The passing of my being through your window,
has made me realized how far we had walked
From the start where our fingers touched,
to the end of our synchronized beats of hearts.
The smiles in the summer
The heats of the night
Bring me back to the past
When the love was bright.
When the sun goes down,
your eyes sunk.
While you took over my conscience,
you laughed.
Cold memories
Please freeze the time.
Ship me back
To where it begun.
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I had to wait for a while to watch this film. Must say this was an epic scene. I never really listen to Roxy but this scene was briliant. The dancing and how it was in slow motion but her lips were in sync. Must've been fun doing it. :)
has made me realized how far we had walked
From the start where our fingers touched,
to the end of our synchronized beats of hearts.
The smiles in the summer
The heats of the night
Bring me back to the past
When the love was bright.
When the sun goes down,
your eyes sunk.
While you took over my conscience,
you laughed.
Cold memories
Please freeze the time.
Ship me back
To where it begun.
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I had to wait for a while to watch this film. Must say this was an epic scene. I never really listen to Roxy but this scene was briliant. The dancing and how it was in slow motion but her lips were in sync. Must've been fun doing it. :)
Cheap Drinks
Made my kitchen feels like a brewing factory.
I hate the smell of beer. It stinks. Thanks to you, now the sink smells beer.
The air was waving when she left her last mark.
A step foward would pushed her behind.
To stay in position where a different season might be bruised.
From her every words.
And her every guilt.
I hate the smell of beer. It stinks. Thanks to you, now the sink smells beer.
The air was waving when she left her last mark.
A step foward would pushed her behind.
To stay in position where a different season might be bruised.
From her every words.
And her every guilt.
Carpet?
A beige one as your screensaver?
I am happy and content enough to like you, but this, it's a bit far too much.
I take weird photos but never a carpet.
Never has it occurred to me that it would made such ideal screensaver.
Maybe a wall, but carpet, no, just no.
I guess these kind of people made me feel that it is okay to grow older. They basically have gotten larger or funnier in the face, but everything else seemed the same as it was before. My teacher for instance, she reminded me of being the future me. Well, I would've been reminiscing this unless I am under the soil all this while. She sort of fit all the things that I want to be when I grow up. Excluding being a teacher, I would be happy if I will become more or less similar to her (as in when I am at the age she is at the moment).
Age is just a matter of numbers?
No, it is a matter of your progress.
It is not about being a pessimist, it's about getting real. Positive is not really a good thing. Not in a pregnancy test when you are seventeen, not for any medical tests (some, I believe). Being positive actually decreases your average amount of thoughts, and that might results in moronic behaviour. I won't budge in this one.
I am happy and content enough to like you, but this, it's a bit far too much.
I take weird photos but never a carpet.
Never has it occurred to me that it would made such ideal screensaver.
Maybe a wall, but carpet, no, just no.
I guess these kind of people made me feel that it is okay to grow older. They basically have gotten larger or funnier in the face, but everything else seemed the same as it was before. My teacher for instance, she reminded me of being the future me. Well, I would've been reminiscing this unless I am under the soil all this while. She sort of fit all the things that I want to be when I grow up. Excluding being a teacher, I would be happy if I will become more or less similar to her (as in when I am at the age she is at the moment).
Age is just a matter of numbers?
No, it is a matter of your progress.
It is not about being a pessimist, it's about getting real. Positive is not really a good thing. Not in a pregnancy test when you are seventeen, not for any medical tests (some, I believe). Being positive actually decreases your average amount of thoughts, and that might results in moronic behaviour. I won't budge in this one.
Cordially Invited to Taste The Cordial
Unexpected hat-trick from Benayoun.I couldn't stop eating junks.My new neighbour is a sorry-ass family who doesn't smile or talk to people.
His mental gallery has now denied any of my entry.
Failure to measure is not a problem.
I wish I still have him.
So I could talk about Medusa all day.
They breathe in vanity.
I choke myself on reality.
They chase fears to catch up with others.
And drank tears to adapt.
In situations far beyond grief.
Or adaptation below our dreams.
Making sense is a reckless behaviour.
A slight cut,
To make you understand.
That my mind and yours are not the same.
So pardon me with my inconsistencies.
And calamity of all sorts.
Lust for every moment.
Of which you would see my side.
To where my feelings for you subside.
That jukebox was your every needs.
Needing for me to exists.
In where your mouth speaks.
And your heart beats.
We were never within each other.
Though, we feel one another.
Distant emotions and careless devotion.
Longing for something,
Yearning for nothing.
If we could see each others eyes.
It wouldn't be pretty.
As we both would see the other self.
To where I'm praying for you.
Dreaming of you.
Your indefinite voice,
Your open thoughts.
Constructing these has made me feel empty.
Emptying the box to where I speak.
You will never find this as you has never exists.
This was a memory of which never lived.
His mental gallery has now denied any of my entry.
Failure to measure is not a problem.
I wish I still have him.
So I could talk about Medusa all day.
They breathe in vanity.
I choke myself on reality.
They chase fears to catch up with others.
And drank tears to adapt.
In situations far beyond grief.
Or adaptation below our dreams.
Making sense is a reckless behaviour.
A slight cut,
To make you understand.
That my mind and yours are not the same.
So pardon me with my inconsistencies.
And calamity of all sorts.
Lust for every moment.
Of which you would see my side.
To where my feelings for you subside.
That jukebox was your every needs.
Needing for me to exists.
In where your mouth speaks.
And your heart beats.
We were never within each other.
Though, we feel one another.
Distant emotions and careless devotion.
Longing for something,
Yearning for nothing.
If we could see each others eyes.
It wouldn't be pretty.
As we both would see the other self.
To where I'm praying for you.
Dreaming of you.
Your indefinite voice,
Your open thoughts.
Constructing these has made me feel empty.
Emptying the box to where I speak.
You will never find this as you has never exists.
This was a memory of which never lived.
Honesty is Not the Best Policy.
- You make friends cautiously and the friends you have are few and very close to you
- You need plenty of time alone in which to feed your Muse
- You are generally most comfortable in your own minds (which other, may have trouble deciphering)
- You tend to have a hard time with romance
How much more deeper can an internet 'observer' goes about saying. There are few others which I am too appalled to share it with. The internet constantly refused to let me down, especially when it comes to revealing things regarding myself. The word lazy, day-dreamer and such keep on repeating. Though I am actually intrigued by the statement of even if I don't draw or play an instrument, art and music play a big part in my life. Can't say it's pretty accurate since half of the time, I don't even notice on what's going on in my life.
In whatever way in may come, I should never leave the station as who knows where the bright number might takes me.
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The mind of her company
Glitters of joy, splashes of dismal.
From her, him and them.
To anticipate would potrays her insignificance.
A flick through the pages.
Of books and current news.
Provide nothing more than questions.
To why time has yet to progress.
Steps to where she stops.
To turn to the backdrop.
In witnessing the changes.
Of which has long gone.
Going back would suppress her thoughts.
On what she could have become.
Becoming her, him or them.
Buddy
'You've gotten grumpier and a tad bit mad now, whats happened?'
Really? Can I say I didn't notice that. Told ya' 09' is not really my year. Lack of intentional and nonsensical jokes and laughs have made it easier for others to evaluate me. It's almost like someone has been trying to screw off the child attached on me. Since nobody believed I am in Uni now, might as well be juvenile. You get away with being completely daft but at the same time, you pull some bad effects to your being.
It's like pulling teeth when dealing with situation involving your age-ing self. Scary how some referred to me as Luna Lovegood, the Looney in the Potter film. I did used Luna as username in CS a while back, wonder why I stopped playing. It was all fun and being a girl pretty much boost your reputation as gamer in the virtual world. I was invited to join others for numbers of time. I wasn't that good and I'm sure they'd noticed it. Still, I found joy in those silly little games. So much for kicking the bad habit, I'm on new unrealistic one now.
Six
Perched up on a high dwelling, she waited.
For them to greet her with a smile,
in delivering her to the mother's surface.
Of which others had witnessed the survival,
of vibrants and lives.
What's Your Feelings?
You're incomplete, I'm indifferent.
My lack of needs feed your attention.
Fill the gaps, attach our beings.
Let's not pretend, what's your feelings?
It's flattering how we could exhibit our emotions and feelings in all sorts of situation. Theoratically, humans are capable of enticing others in participating in the emotions fest. Though, I find it hard to believe most scientists. Half of the time, I find their works to be a solution to an excuse they have been trying to address in problems. Like OCD for people who can't stand grubby and dirty things or ADHD for kids who (unfortunately) slower than others. People works and thinks differently. It would be sad if we all think alike. Which is why sometimes I'm glad I don't really know people who compose words and thoughts like I do; not to give me pleasures in believing I am special. Don't want to be since special people are probably not even a human. Special is not a word I am looking for in fulfilling my life. The word 'special' appeals to obsessive and out of normality situation. Like special subject, referring to Aliens (which probably a joke). Lets not get into that shall we, won't ends peacefully.
Half (all) of the people who knows me, lamentably, knows nothing about me. For instance, my whole life has always evolve around sports and arts stuff which they were not aware of it. I grew up with boys who (obviously) take interest in sports. Since I was 6, on weekends, we would go to parks for frisbee, badminton and occasional football kick off. I joined the school track team when I got into the first grade and stayed till the 6th. Withal, the sportmanship in me did not stay long as I ditch the active side of me when I got into secondary school. By that time, I started to channel in my art side. Oblivious I was considering the fact that my mother never shared stories with me. She was in plays, dance recital and acted for University's club at some point. She, however was never interested in literature, musics and paintings. Nonetheless, I failed to disclose this traits at the early stage of my life, which on the other hand pleased me since I got to be the kid that I was. A (partially) wise man told me, 'Don't enjoy life in ways where you have to surrender to others publications of entertainment, thoughts and lifestyle'. I never really knew what he meant but my interpretation is to not study to much, party too much and bow down to musicians too much. Too much of everything can be lethal, and that could be validated by people who studies too much.
Mock me all you want, I'll never be as intelligent, as eloquent and as modern as you are, debarring the fact that you will never be as content as I am when living in a stage where others standard opinions are barred from entering others head, which does not make any sense at all but lets give way to me in not making any sense. I am happy to not know some dead guys opinions on the meaning of my hair colour or shits like that. I should make up stuff on that before uncovering their clarification on that particular matters. despite the fact that it will requires me to think logically (as in normally) often and how that would saddens me.
To me my 3rd position in the second last class is better than the 1st place of your first class morons. I think outside the pages and you people didn't. I don't want to be super smart anyway, since I never liked Einsteins' hairdo. Even he exclaim his thoughts are not based upon his intelligence but it is based on his curiosity. Howbeit (I felt like using this word since everyone I know loved using albeit, don't discriminate their relatives), by no means I am interested in Einstein because he seems odd to me. Way odd that I am capable in accepting it.
So, at this point, I can say I am happy no one really knows what exactly am I build upon. That would give them leverage in teasing me or taking an advantage upon me. Being the pessimist I am, I rather feel 'alone' than having 79 entities trailing my every pursuit.
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I need to stop shitting endlessly to the point an entry would be long since I know how much you hate it. Well, I don't write for you, not for anybody unless you or anyone else could accept the fact that the sending of the song 'Daniel' was not to charm you but it was meant to scare the fuck out of you. Despit your statement on how I should reduce my sense of excreting every sarcastic words I'm competant in spitting out, I can't. It might turn me into the next Jack Dee or Jimmy for that matter. So, pardon me for characterizing my bad qualities. If Kasabian actually calls for Banshie in their song, so can I, in no way relating to Banshie though.
Oh, I now realize, I am extensively productive in writing during minuit. (Haha)
:O
They've got the new season of Would I Lie to You on Youtube now!
Ah doesn't David looks fit now. How will that helps me in imagining him trolling around Coventry with the other National Trust members. His fit self will look ridiculous when he mentions anything on the history now. We want the old Mitchell back, at least I do. The thought of a good looking lad interested in history initiate the goosebumps on my skin. Not that it is not possible, it's just unlikely. Anyway, my eyes are glued to a different kind of 'good-looking' people, so no need to call for an emergency.
I've got Irvine Welsh 4Play today. Adaptations from Mr. Welsh's novels and there are (obviously) 4 plays in it and so far I'm loving it. I heard they've got Les Miserables's play in stores but I can't find it. There are lots of books that are far too distant from my beings. I have always wanted to get history books, but there are too damn expansive. Books are suppose to be enlightning but with that kind of price tag, it becomes excrutiatingly painful to read.
Life is all good until the world decided it was time for people to be illiterate and boring again.
Ah doesn't David looks fit now. How will that helps me in imagining him trolling around Coventry with the other National Trust members. His fit self will look ridiculous when he mentions anything on the history now. We want the old Mitchell back, at least I do. The thought of a good looking lad interested in history initiate the goosebumps on my skin. Not that it is not possible, it's just unlikely. Anyway, my eyes are glued to a different kind of 'good-looking' people, so no need to call for an emergency.
I've got Irvine Welsh 4Play today. Adaptations from Mr. Welsh's novels and there are (obviously) 4 plays in it and so far I'm loving it. I heard they've got Les Miserables's play in stores but I can't find it. There are lots of books that are far too distant from my beings. I have always wanted to get history books, but there are too damn expansive. Books are suppose to be enlightning but with that kind of price tag, it becomes excrutiatingly painful to read.
Life is all good until the world decided it was time for people to be illiterate and boring again.
M,m
" Whenever I want you, all I have to do, is dream"
Not so much when your freakishly lucid dreams haunt you. Though, the picture of having seated next to you, uttering words I would never have uttered, made me wonder, have I gone mad? It was as if all of the efforts of staging the ploy was real. As if the talking monkey I had long wished for appeared right in front of me. They say, if you dream of losing teeth, you are most likely in worries of your age-ing self and physical appearance. Yeah, I've always ponder on how I would survive getting older, how I could live another day leaving my past and younger self. Who coined these ayway.
Freud probably has the best eyesight in the world, since his books are in such fonts. Does praying for better eyesight a good pray? (Suggesting to spell it as prey will not make it a better phrase)
It's a bad thing when you suggest that I fit all the things I'm interested in. Only because your points fail to reflect the goods of it. 'Love trancends infatuation', how much more irrelevant can that be. Infatuation builds within the love itself. No one becomes infatuated because they were bloated with Tootsies. The love itself is a wrecking ball, when you switch it on that is. Being in love is like stuck in cage with your acquaintances staring straight at you. It's shit, or will be shit.
Does written intermission plays a role in writing materials?
I need female kopities, are the kop players that disgusting that only a pinch of female population supports them. Regardless of that, all my life, I had only A male buddy who's willing to stitch the lager brand onto his tummy. Liverpool aren't that bad since they've won almost all the title, but we need to win BPL this seasn for Stevie G. Unlike certain donkey, he has played and stayed loyal to the kops since he had first started.
Go, you figure it yourself.
What?
Are all librarian and bookshop attendance a bit snarky. In a sense that they over evaluate you as a customuer. Not that it is a bad thing, it just puzzles me.
I was thrilled when I heard we were going out for books (groceries and shits too). Though we went to a different store than I intended to release my thrilling bubbles. Nonetheless, I had to search for Winfield as I had been asked to get it. They had changed the book sections so I had to go to the information counter to asked it's whereabouts. The guy standing behind the counter looked as normal as any librarians would be. I threw him Winfield's name but somehow he found it funny. He kept poking me about the name eventhough I was nonchalant about it. Then, with all the courage and insensitive boy in him, he asked me 'What was your REAL dream?'. How much more obvious can my face be, this should be the time where the actress caged inside me faked a smile but she was lost. In ways even babies would have laughed. He repeated the same words then leaned to me with a face of 'Tell me now or I'll shoot you' (exagerration is for entertainment purposes only yeah). With that, all of my objectives to be prudent dissapeared, and I answered 'Árt History'. He went on about why I changed my mind and daft things like that, so I wish to neglect that bits as it annoys the fuck out of me. When he told me they don't have the book and yada-yada, he (again) leaned to me and said 'Don't let them ignore and forget about your dreams, don't listen to them, even your parents, it's too precious'. Yeah, how weird was that. I felt like having that little devil in the Lords of the Rings spoke to me. He's mad alright. My mum reckons he's into me but that has got to be the worst (and ridiculous) pick up lines, ever. I wish the guy in Tesco would have talk to me instead of LOTR devil (Gollum was it?).
Doesn't bother me the fact that I have never fond of librarians or related entities. Don't I possess any looks of lawyers or legal being? Oh he told me I would make a good Art History teacher. Hah for once.
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I'm giving my child's name (if it's a girl) Alva or Irva. Thanks Edward for such insight on names.
I was thrilled when I heard we were going out for books (groceries and shits too). Though we went to a different store than I intended to release my thrilling bubbles. Nonetheless, I had to search for Winfield as I had been asked to get it. They had changed the book sections so I had to go to the information counter to asked it's whereabouts. The guy standing behind the counter looked as normal as any librarians would be. I threw him Winfield's name but somehow he found it funny. He kept poking me about the name eventhough I was nonchalant about it. Then, with all the courage and insensitive boy in him, he asked me 'What was your REAL dream?'. How much more obvious can my face be, this should be the time where the actress caged inside me faked a smile but she was lost. In ways even babies would have laughed. He repeated the same words then leaned to me with a face of 'Tell me now or I'll shoot you' (exagerration is for entertainment purposes only yeah). With that, all of my objectives to be prudent dissapeared, and I answered 'Árt History'. He went on about why I changed my mind and daft things like that, so I wish to neglect that bits as it annoys the fuck out of me. When he told me they don't have the book and yada-yada, he (again) leaned to me and said 'Don't let them ignore and forget about your dreams, don't listen to them, even your parents, it's too precious'. Yeah, how weird was that. I felt like having that little devil in the Lords of the Rings spoke to me. He's mad alright. My mum reckons he's into me but that has got to be the worst (and ridiculous) pick up lines, ever. I wish the guy in Tesco would have talk to me instead of LOTR devil (Gollum was it?).
Doesn't bother me the fact that I have never fond of librarians or related entities. Don't I possess any looks of lawyers or legal being? Oh he told me I would make a good Art History teacher. Hah for once.
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I'm giving my child's name (if it's a girl) Alva or Irva. Thanks Edward for such insight on names.
Wow Wow Yeah!
Paul Smith and Pringle?
Some jobs eh?
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I want this!
And the melon.. :)
It's On!
What started of with an agonizing period of accepting my luck has turn into a war.
OH zangat, don't try to humiliate kids who doesn't appreciate your lack of effort to make us like you and your slides. I did tell you, I don't believe your subject lets me spit out my words but you insisted that I was wrong. And now, out of the blue, you made up your mind and decided I was right all along? Shit, you must be that mad to invalidate your own statement. You can't change what you were born as, even if you practice every shits that they were taught. Please, (I am actually begging) to not asks me to take back my opinion. Opinions are opinions and they stay that way until the whole world choose to accept it as a fact. We are not smart as we are only ingesting others' thoughts and ideas. Don't patronize people as you are only making a fool out of yourself. Stop wearing that idiotic mask of yours as you are dying mentally.
Kind of makes me think, are we bound to be taught by senseless teachers for the rest of our lives
If before this, I look foward to Thursday (since the next day would be the start of free time for me), now, I have to take it back and put it in my regret box. Not that I have one, since that would be pathetic.
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How much losses do I have to put up with. Come on Kops, stop playing like little monsters. It's only the start of the season, and you suck. I have to state that as people around me keeps on muttering it every single day. I guess he was right, Spanish players are a bunch of woosies when it comes to accepting failure. We need proper men in the team! Not a bunch of knobs...
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I was told, severely, by members of the world, that I should stop switching off reality when it is in motion. What does that suppose to mean anyway? I thought we were made to accomodate our own preferences on the speed of life. Whatever it is, the throbbing sounds of ridiculous rhythm of consensus against me prevail.
I still need you. Not that I want you, I just, need you.
OH zangat, don't try to humiliate kids who doesn't appreciate your lack of effort to make us like you and your slides. I did tell you, I don't believe your subject lets me spit out my words but you insisted that I was wrong. And now, out of the blue, you made up your mind and decided I was right all along? Shit, you must be that mad to invalidate your own statement. You can't change what you were born as, even if you practice every shits that they were taught. Please, (I am actually begging) to not asks me to take back my opinion. Opinions are opinions and they stay that way until the whole world choose to accept it as a fact. We are not smart as we are only ingesting others' thoughts and ideas. Don't patronize people as you are only making a fool out of yourself. Stop wearing that idiotic mask of yours as you are dying mentally.
Kind of makes me think, are we bound to be taught by senseless teachers for the rest of our lives
If before this, I look foward to Thursday (since the next day would be the start of free time for me), now, I have to take it back and put it in my regret box. Not that I have one, since that would be pathetic.
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How much losses do I have to put up with. Come on Kops, stop playing like little monsters. It's only the start of the season, and you suck. I have to state that as people around me keeps on muttering it every single day. I guess he was right, Spanish players are a bunch of woosies when it comes to accepting failure. We need proper men in the team! Not a bunch of knobs...
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I was told, severely, by members of the world, that I should stop switching off reality when it is in motion. What does that suppose to mean anyway? I thought we were made to accomodate our own preferences on the speed of life. Whatever it is, the throbbing sounds of ridiculous rhythm of consensus against me prevail.
I still need you. Not that I want you, I just, need you.
Come on.
The idea of letting boredom conquers you is quite amazing actually. It's like a slithering knob waiting to annoys you.
I love being bored sometimes. It gives me power to imagine things. Like when J.K Rowling wrote Harry Potter. She never told anyone, but I knew she was bored as hell waiting to arrive to her destination. Authors always lie. It gives them motivation to write better. Of course I lied about that, that is why I love writing.
Some words should never have come out.
Yes, as I promised (who?), I would make a random playlist.
1. The Coral - Dreaming of You
2. Dropkick Murphys - Kiss Me, I'm Shitfaced
3. The Tossers - Siobhan
4. Robots in Disguise - Get RID!
5. Fiona - Parting Gift
6. Nirvana - PennyRoyal Tea
7. Manic Street Preachers - The Everlasting
8. The Blood Brothers - Ambulance vs. Ambulance
9. Cynic - *Couldn't remember the title*
10. Girls Aloud - Love Machine
Told ya it is random.
I could list some more but why bother eh?
I love being bored sometimes. It gives me power to imagine things. Like when J.K Rowling wrote Harry Potter. She never told anyone, but I knew she was bored as hell waiting to arrive to her destination. Authors always lie. It gives them motivation to write better. Of course I lied about that, that is why I love writing.
Some words should never have come out.
Yes, as I promised (who?), I would make a random playlist.
1. The Coral - Dreaming of You
2. Dropkick Murphys - Kiss Me, I'm Shitfaced
3. The Tossers - Siobhan
4. Robots in Disguise - Get RID!
5. Fiona - Parting Gift
6. Nirvana - PennyRoyal Tea
7. Manic Street Preachers - The Everlasting
8. The Blood Brothers - Ambulance vs. Ambulance
9. Cynic - *Couldn't remember the title*
10. Girls Aloud - Love Machine
Told ya it is random.
I could list some more but why bother eh?
Gonna Wanna.
The smell of old chocolates and fresh towels made me feel normal again.
To be honest, living without a free-clean-easy washing machine made the cloth I used to wipe myself reeks. Part of me would like to stay there and skip the dream, but another part of me is dragging my feeling towards the departure lounge.
To be honest, living without a free-clean-easy washing machine made the cloth I used to wipe myself reeks. Part of me would like to stay there and skip the dream, but another part of me is dragging my feeling towards the departure lounge.
If life is full of shit, how do I flush it off?
As usual, Wednesday (past) has been fuuuun. A class in the morning and stupid yet amazingly fun kawad later on. I am aware on the fact my friends have been questioning the credibility of my elated stories. 'Kawad to me is fun... but you? Man that's something else', was the exact words of a friend of mine. Actually, three of them said the same things in a different manner. Shit, never would I thought they would think I am lying. Can't say what really made me enjoy doing it, though some would think they know why... hmmmm, but I am glad it made me skip the emotional zone. Minus the exhaustion and unbearable smell, I am happy I am actually out of the four-walled setting and doing something 'healthy'. But, the event of the 'eyes' talking nicely to me made me feel shit. Ah he was being nice and considerate to me since I was sweating and panting like mad. See, even with eyes like that, he can be considerate. Fuck, I should stop calling him that because I was supposed to be a nice person now. Not that anyone would believe me but hey, I got the chance to sleep through the morning but I pass. See I am a better person now.
My mom was actually encouraging me to join the kawad for the next few years I will be spending there. She said it will make me more 'gagah'. Haha what a joke. Nothing, and I mean nothing can take away the child in me that easy. Wow, guess I can be tough like that. Blood pressure, don't go down on me!
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For few days now, I have been listening to people talking about Peter Pan and stuff. The truth is, I have not watch or have any knowledge in fantasies based children stories. I know about the seven little people and animals helping that poor girl and little red riding hood, but other than that, zero. Never has it cross my mind that someday I will discuss about the stories with my friends.
As usual, Wednesday (past) has been fuuuun. A class in the morning and stupid yet amazingly fun kawad later on. I am aware on the fact my friends have been questioning the credibility of my elated stories. 'Kawad to me is fun... but you? Man that's something else', was the exact words of a friend of mine. Actually, three of them said the same things in a different manner. Shit, never would I thought they would think I am lying. Can't say what really made me enjoy doing it, though some would think they know why... hmmmm, but I am glad it made me skip the emotional zone. Minus the exhaustion and unbearable smell, I am happy I am actually out of the four-walled setting and doing something 'healthy'. But, the event of the 'eyes' talking nicely to me made me feel shit. Ah he was being nice and considerate to me since I was sweating and panting like mad. See, even with eyes like that, he can be considerate. Fuck, I should stop calling him that because I was supposed to be a nice person now. Not that anyone would believe me but hey, I got the chance to sleep through the morning but I pass. See I am a better person now.
My mom was actually encouraging me to join the kawad for the next few years I will be spending there. She said it will make me more 'gagah'. Haha what a joke. Nothing, and I mean nothing can take away the child in me that easy. Wow, guess I can be tough like that. Blood pressure, don't go down on me!
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For few days now, I have been listening to people talking about Peter Pan and stuff. The truth is, I have not watch or have any knowledge in fantasies based children stories. I know about the seven little people and animals helping that poor girl and little red riding hood, but other than that, zero. Never has it cross my mind that someday I will discuss about the stories with my friends.
The fact that Dora was sacked due to her wierd influences to kids made me kind of sad. For her. You see she was sacked and replaced by her boring cousin, Diego. How would that made you feel. Eh Dora (Dojan) relax ya. You'll get another job, another pointless and ridiculous job that is. Haha
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Go Reds. We have to win this season or I'll end up being called a loserfool fan for the next term. Be nice to me and win the damn title. Don't care on the fact we have the most 'patah' players, I still support you guys. What an encouragement...
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Yes Hanna, the reason why I am writing like this is to piss you off. We can't write anymore. At least I can't. My head is spinning 'round with dodgy songs since... ever? When will we exchange accents. I could do some damage by talking with your accent. Bet you would be cast out too with my way of talking. Sheesh
All happy families are alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.
I wish I could've finish reading the book by now. I need a book-buddy.
The point of idiocracy and oddity has risen up drastically over the past few months of my life. Constant deep breaths and crazy eye movements nearly placed me in a frantic mode. Sometimes I don't even know what exactly is travelling 'round my head. Could be a pointless and reckless thoughts, and it could be a briliant one. I'll never passed the juvenile phase without stumbling across my past. Wonder how he, she, they and them have been without me. A day, three weeks or five years will not change the fact that I miss them so much. It was diferent back then. We were kids. There were rules but we were too happy to obey it. Broken nose was something we were proud of and dirty clothes were markers of our days. I remembered when one of us bought a book, we shared and read together on the wet carpeted grass on the playground. Sometimes we took turns to take home and pretend we're reading it in front of our parents. Too bad none of the grown ups were impressed with our shenanigans tactics to earn things.
I could read newspaper 'cleverly' when I was 5 but for some reason, it never interests my mom. First short story when I was 6, painted my first piece of shit when I was 2. These events, though has never caught the attention of my mom, has amazingly impressed my friends. Never in an educational-purpose reflection. I guess, that is why I've never cared about anything. Because due to my mom lack of attention in selling me to the corrupt minds of child-institutions, I appreciate my own works and efforts. I was never a child prodigy in others' eyes, but I knew I was something more than a daughter to her. It's a good thing I never knew about anything. It gives me freedom to fly around with my nonsensical reasoning.
Whatever it is, I still want new books.
DaisyMiller, BrokenApril, TheDeepEndofTheOcean, TheDevilsofLoudun and the list goes on. If I were a criminal, I'll rob a fucking bookstore. As nerdy as it seems, it'll be a cool thing for me. My friends have been teasing me on how I don't have a life since I don't go out of the house. Truth is, those who goes out often are the one without a life. They have to go out and search for something to make it appears as if they live on the purpose of satisfying the outside world.
Alas, I found a reason to dodge others discriminating judgments on me. Not that I care but to minimize the effect is something to be acknowledge.
Guess the anthropologist in me will never let me down.
Ceh ape lar aku tekan that made this thing works shitty.
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Note: The picture is not the book. BeyondRetro punya bende. Tak sangke Dan is into it too, or he was forced to. Who knows.
Johnny, I Hardly Knew Ya.
We had to go for the Solidarity 89' today. I am surprised how I did enjoyed siting there even for only a short while. The Polish guy was talking about how Poland managed to get away from the Nazis and the Communists. Hmm, I am sure he knew half of the European population is against their participation in the EU.
Enough about Poland, there was (supposedly) famous local film person. I don't know anyone so it's acceptable for me to say supposedly. When he mentioned things on Warsaw, I remembered a band singing 'Warsaw'. Tapi dah tua so I forgot. Miraculously, thanks to man's invention and my parents, I checked on the net to get the name. Gila semangat. Yeah we know who sang it now. But then the film of my past self emerged from my inner side of the brain. Tak sangka I used to listen to Celtic Punk. Dulu tak tau pun what genres I am listening to (sekarang pun same). But yeah, I'm not that bad. Memang lar zaman-zaman kegelapan tu ada but okay what I start listening to Suede, Pulp, Nirvana and others when I was nine. Bodo-bodo punye band pun ada tapi we learn from mistakes. Haha tak sangka aku pun boleh jadi poyo.
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While I had received some good news, bad news pun mesti ada. To maintain the cosmic balance kut. If the luck is always with me, I guess more people will travel the world to search for tallest building to mark their inconsolable deaths.
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'Bukan dia tak makan chilli sauce ke?'
Couldn't believe more and more people are taking seriously about my hatred towards chilli. Poisonous to the stomach, and self-induced mucous.
Well, I do admit, I always have statements to be made in defence of my ultimate disgust towards things. No one listens to my opinion anyway.
Alang-alang I must say, I don't get why everyone is mad abot that Aggy chick. Looks different? Not at all. Typical Camden girls apa. Until someone can tell me reasons that made her special or cool, I'll give her another glance to check yes again. Models semua sepesen jek. Those who look 'different' are trying to broadened their market, like what a former model told me. 'Jangan buang mase pegi casting lar, you belajar and be the gila you pun dah cukup'. Yup, the casting people told me to lose weight, they are losing their mind slowly so they're forgiven. I hate having my pictures taken anyway. But, but! I want to act in a short film. Why short film? Because I haven't found a cure to my laziness.
Memang betul what he said 'Each and every 7 of us lives on the 7 cardinal sins'.
I live on laziness, would that be considered as sloth?
Enough about Poland, there was (supposedly) famous local film person. I don't know anyone so it's acceptable for me to say supposedly. When he mentioned things on Warsaw, I remembered a band singing 'Warsaw'. Tapi dah tua so I forgot. Miraculously, thanks to man's invention and my parents, I checked on the net to get the name. Gila semangat. Yeah we know who sang it now. But then the film of my past self emerged from my inner side of the brain. Tak sangka I used to listen to Celtic Punk. Dulu tak tau pun what genres I am listening to (sekarang pun same). But yeah, I'm not that bad. Memang lar zaman-zaman kegelapan tu ada but okay what I start listening to Suede, Pulp, Nirvana and others when I was nine. Bodo-bodo punye band pun ada tapi we learn from mistakes. Haha tak sangka aku pun boleh jadi poyo.
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While I had received some good news, bad news pun mesti ada. To maintain the cosmic balance kut. If the luck is always with me, I guess more people will travel the world to search for tallest building to mark their inconsolable deaths.
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'Bukan dia tak makan chilli sauce ke?'
Couldn't believe more and more people are taking seriously about my hatred towards chilli. Poisonous to the stomach, and self-induced mucous.
Well, I do admit, I always have statements to be made in defence of my ultimate disgust towards things. No one listens to my opinion anyway.
Alang-alang I must say, I don't get why everyone is mad abot that Aggy chick. Looks different? Not at all. Typical Camden girls apa. Until someone can tell me reasons that made her special or cool, I'll give her another glance to check yes again. Models semua sepesen jek. Those who look 'different' are trying to broadened their market, like what a former model told me. 'Jangan buang mase pegi casting lar, you belajar and be the gila you pun dah cukup'. Yup, the casting people told me to lose weight, they are losing their mind slowly so they're forgiven. I hate having my pictures taken anyway. But, but! I want to act in a short film. Why short film? Because I haven't found a cure to my laziness.
Memang betul what he said 'Each and every 7 of us lives on the 7 cardinal sins'.
I live on laziness, would that be considered as sloth?
Why Fret?
Wish I could take those words out of my mouth bulimic-style.
Few things have justify a very important fact, which is 2009 is and hopefully will only be my bad year. I don't feel a recap of shits should be going on again as I am already sick to my tummy.
No Shef for me but hopefully (in god's willing) they can defer my entry to March 2010.
Been waiting for it since I set off my feet from my secondary school.
Memang kene mandi bunga kalau macam ni. (Not that I believe in it anyway)
The thoughts of 3 years of overconfident-stuckup-pastmyage-irritating classmates does not and being the pessimist I am, will never interests me. I know I might possibly change my statement later on but I insist.
Susah lar kalau asyik nak pining for something and someone.
When will it stop hitting my luck.
Our French lecturer said 'Life is short and problems will always be there, so be happy'.
I guess that is why we are a complete different person.
And yes french is strangling my throat slowly as I am making a fool out of myself pronouncing the crazy susah words.
Should have protested on getting the Faculty's permission on taking German.
Cool sikit bile nyanyi Rammstein.
Setakat faham and can immitate lines from french films buat ape.
The level of coolness kurang.
Dahlar kene panggil rempit sebab stesen bodoh mentioned a name that coincidently is similar to mine requesting some shitty song.
Semua salah Yasmin Kejang.
If life is short, then I guess the problem will be too.
Tapi....
Ish, better not start thinking about it.
I want to go and let those freaky people do the past-regression thing on me.
That would made a day for historians all 'round.
A battle often takes place on a large field.
Go figure lar...
Few things have justify a very important fact, which is 2009 is and hopefully will only be my bad year. I don't feel a recap of shits should be going on again as I am already sick to my tummy.
No Shef for me but hopefully (in god's willing) they can defer my entry to March 2010.
Been waiting for it since I set off my feet from my secondary school.
Memang kene mandi bunga kalau macam ni. (Not that I believe in it anyway)
The thoughts of 3 years of overconfident-stuckup-pastmyage-irritating classmates does not and being the pessimist I am, will never interests me. I know I might possibly change my statement later on but I insist.
Susah lar kalau asyik nak pining for something and someone.
When will it stop hitting my luck.
Our French lecturer said 'Life is short and problems will always be there, so be happy'.
I guess that is why we are a complete different person.
And yes french is strangling my throat slowly as I am making a fool out of myself pronouncing the crazy susah words.
Should have protested on getting the Faculty's permission on taking German.
Cool sikit bile nyanyi Rammstein.
Setakat faham and can immitate lines from french films buat ape.
The level of coolness kurang.
Dahlar kene panggil rempit sebab stesen bodoh mentioned a name that coincidently is similar to mine requesting some shitty song.
Semua salah Yasmin Kejang.
If life is short, then I guess the problem will be too.
Tapi....
Ish, better not start thinking about it.
I want to go and let those freaky people do the past-regression thing on me.
That would made a day for historians all 'round.
A battle often takes place on a large field.
Go figure lar...
Am Alice
She was under days of pleasure.
While the arms around her measure.
Has she been waiting behind the door?
Was this what we have been anticipating for?
Conventional breathes on gazeless window.
She stares at it while counting their shadow.
Fast pace and long thoughts.
Count to ten and you will see her faults.
Stories have been told,
While her memories unfold.
Those cold feet,
Walking down the street
That's Alice
While the arms around her measure.
Has she been waiting behind the door?
Was this what we have been anticipating for?
Conventional breathes on gazeless window.
She stares at it while counting their shadow.
Fast pace and long thoughts.
Count to ten and you will see her faults.
Stories have been told,
While her memories unfold.
Those cold feet,
Walking down the street
That's Alice
Oh yeah.
I have to comment on the Twitter shit.
First of all, what the fuck is it all about?
I do quite understand that internet is for twats these days but what the fuck is Twitter for?
Telling people you just got dressed and ready to go to work?
Some things are acceptable but not Twitter.
Complete and utter bullshit.
Worst, it's on the news.
I guess we are slowly dying upon stupidity.
First of all, what the fuck is it all about?
I do quite understand that internet is for twats these days but what the fuck is Twitter for?
Telling people you just got dressed and ready to go to work?
Some things are acceptable but not Twitter.
Complete and utter bullshit.
Worst, it's on the news.
I guess we are slowly dying upon stupidity.
Skinner
This probably one of the reason people turn to clinical 'illness'.
It's a catchy tune though, but I'm not saying it's good.
Liking it does not mean you have to preach the goodness to a blind man.
I'm not in any position to take away a persons' hearing.
The first time I heard of this, I was shocked when I misheard him singing 'I think you are really thick, you're thick but my gosh don't you know it'.
I would marry him if he did sing it like that.
He could be the thick one but I know lots of people who happen to like him.
The song perhaps but who knows.
People are a bit weird these days.
They believe we come from alien which again they believe to have been abducting them.
It's like breaking a news to a kid that lollies are made from their own shit.
That wouldn't be good, though kids have the most impressive digestion system.
Yes!
" If climbing is a sport, then chewing on a straw is an exercise"
Banana
She's out now and I'm in.
I'm hit and you're it!
Sorry love for what has happened.
I'll send you the picture of the invincible dog that you adore.
DM talks about necrophilia?
You are his match even if you are thousands miles away.
;p
18 and life.
By:
One - The ability of dragging myself from one room to another has astonished others.
Two - My mum realized kids should not be taught to speak at such early age.
Three - I am quite sure I did something idiotic yet adorable.
Four - I can read lines on the telly, which caused a huge sum of money donated to the
playdoh coperation.
Five - Reading newspaper was the in thing for children. At least for me it was.
Six - Jealousy of curly-haired bitch took away my 'could-have-been' first trophy.
Seven - Who needs education when your *now-late* pre-school teacher loved you.
Eight - The imagination of absolute power forced me to humiliate myself.
Nine - I could skip a grade? That's nonsense!
Ten - People around me made their first appearance in 'Let's take a year out of your life'.
Eleven - The thoughts of division and multiplication scared the shit out of me.
Twelve - I learned how to lie to avoid suspicion on my absence from the class.
Thirteen - The door to hatred first opened.
Fourteen - Now they're telling me I am different!
Fifteen - A day before you (everyone else for that matter) anticipate for a scrumptious cake was defeated by the loss of a lost one.
Sixteen - Pretentious scummy was forced to like me, again.
Seventeen - Yes I am a year younger than all of you.
Eighteen - Shall we not bring up all of the above again?
Perhaps in the next ten years I could look into this just to make me feel thick.
Or let others be baffle by this ingenious activity.
To make myself feel better, I have a trophy now.
To make myself feel like a shit, no one thought I could write about this.
Forget about Cambridge, I have the t-shirt and that's good enough.
"It just goes to show, you can't be too careful"
Yes David, how brilliant is that.
You had just successfully created a whole new way of spamming.
How about don't leave a fucking idiotic comment at all.
It was fun for a while until it annoys you.
For every video that you are in, I have to face the terror or moving my eyes from one text to another only to realize they're the same shit.
Don't get me wrong, I am actually very fond of you but your order has delivered some sort of wisdom to twats, which is appalling.
How about don't register at all if you are only going to say nasty things.
Like many entities, I had contracted a disease where I would indulge myself in reading comments on every damn sites, maybe it's just me.
But thanks to you the joy of laughing at the comments made has now perished.
I thought no one could take that away from me and I was wrong.
: Incase anyone think I was serious, it just goes to show, you can't be too careful.
:l
You had just successfully created a whole new way of spamming.
How about don't leave a fucking idiotic comment at all.
It was fun for a while until it annoys you.
For every video that you are in, I have to face the terror or moving my eyes from one text to another only to realize they're the same shit.
Don't get me wrong, I am actually very fond of you but your order has delivered some sort of wisdom to twats, which is appalling.
How about don't register at all if you are only going to say nasty things.
Like many entities, I had contracted a disease where I would indulge myself in reading comments on every damn sites, maybe it's just me.
But thanks to you the joy of laughing at the comments made has now perished.
I thought no one could take that away from me and I was wrong.
: Incase anyone think I was serious, it just goes to show, you can't be too careful.
:l
Marionette
I just got one of that.
Not sure if I can pull it off.
At least I will not be THAT lonely.
I want to be like Miroslav Trejtnar.
Heh partially like him.
Woodcrafting and a puppeteer.
:)
Not sure if I can pull it off.
At least I will not be THAT lonely.
I want to be like Miroslav Trejtnar.
Heh partially like him.
Woodcrafting and a puppeteer.
:)
A Few Short Breathe Can Ruin Your Emotion.
This was not meant for you.
Though it would save a few aching pain if you believed it was.
Though it would save a few aching pain if you believed it was.
Never have I failed in reminding myself.
Always I forget in retrieving my path.
Softly you mouth the words to my ear.
Hardly does it mean anything to you and me.
Slowly the presence of your charm and wits greet me.
Rapidly my heart beats exposing my feelings.
Eloquent writings you produced infected her.
Dull voice of the past and I sunk between it.
They convinced me,
As you stand in there with a smirk painted behind the smile,
The mirror image of myself,
Will reflects me to you.
The vicinity of your existence invited my fears.
How much more am I obliged to hear.
Preferences and specifications.
Am I allowed to rephrase my words?
Always I forget in retrieving my path.
Softly you mouth the words to my ear.
Hardly does it mean anything to you and me.
Slowly the presence of your charm and wits greet me.
Rapidly my heart beats exposing my feelings.
Eloquent writings you produced infected her.
Dull voice of the past and I sunk between it.
They convinced me,
As you stand in there with a smirk painted behind the smile,
The mirror image of myself,
Will reflects me to you.
The vicinity of your existence invited my fears.
How much more am I obliged to hear.
Preferences and specifications.
Am I allowed to rephrase my words?
Evig Pint
Yes I have listening to a lot of foreign bands now.
I couldn't really understand it but hey that is when google saves you.
The conversation between me and Davit Mitchell would be fun since we both have no clue on popular music.
Old and new.
:(
La Nuit!
Je respire l'air doux de la cite
Cité, cité ah-ah
On circule aux couleurs des néonsCité, cité ah-ah
Néons, néons ah-ah
Je m'imagine dans un film Français
Français, Français ah-ah
Dans cette foutue mercedes blanche
Dans cette foutue mercede ess
La nuit cette nuit, oh nuit oh la nuit sans fin
Minuit j'suis si high à la party
Party, party ah-ah
Le mix de gel-vodka et le beat
Le beat, le beat ah-ah
Tu flashes sur ce balcon de Paris
Paris, Paris ah-ah
Et m'excites avec ton look risqué
Tu m'excites avec ton look
La nuit cette nuit, oh nuit oh la nuit sans fin
Cherche la tombe de Gainsbourg à six heures
Six heures, six heures ah-ah
Nos coeurs cocaine à Montparnasse
Coca, coca ah-ah
On assassine un de ses airs
ses airs, ses airs ah-ah
Joue à cache cache avec le matin
Jouons à cache cache
La nuit cette nuit, oh nuit oh la nuit sans fin
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It's french obviously.
And as thick as I feel at the moment,
I can make up few words on what they are singing.
Oh Thanks _ for introducing this pretty interesting duo.
I have no knowledge in french so Atiqah help me out!
HAha
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