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 :[
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.
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)
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