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.
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