I've always covet for a Mulberry, now after three years, I bought one from the old collection. It got less expansive.
Though I promised to not buy more unnecessary things, I have, in defence, gave away most of my bags. Besides, we'll try to throw in our bad luck when we hit the fruit machine (or whatever picture they now place in there).
On a better note, I bought a used Emile Zola's book (or a read book) with a memorable note that goes "When you're not under the sun, come search for me in this sea".
I couldn't be bothered at first, then I realized, I could be picking up people's dreaded lives and the past they wish they would have kept. Though I never get people who sell their books, especially those who did such with comics. Such a loss.
The reason we're all fucked up
This works because the boy in the picture looks proper serious in being what he thinks he could be.
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Fools Are In You
Parade and chant for your brick end. Pose around the images of your catastrophe. Cling on to it. Grab it quick. Cry on a life that is never easy. Suave your way. For them to witness, the build from the past.
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The one thing I can't stand the most in people. The words on how hard their lives were and still are. I get it, your life is misguided by terrible events. And now you're a toughie. Seriously, everyone goes through shit in their lives so have a decency to not dumb yourself down by exposing a small magnitude of the calamities in your life.
I'm not as old and 'wise' as you are, but I am sure I have gone through a deeper hole than you. Get over yourself, you fool.
Life's hard, don't boast about it.
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The one thing I can't stand the most in people. The words on how hard their lives were and still are. I get it, your life is misguided by terrible events. And now you're a toughie. Seriously, everyone goes through shit in their lives so have a decency to not dumb yourself down by exposing a small magnitude of the calamities in your life.
I'm not as old and 'wise' as you are, but I am sure I have gone through a deeper hole than you. Get over yourself, you fool.
Life's hard, don't boast about it.
Bubbie
Gaze into the endless pit lies within me.
And find me.
Search within the unkempt bush of façade.
And feel me.
For I has gone beyond the stretch.
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We made that bubble thing in a class. Bored to the point where, we're begging for the lights waiting beyond that tunnel to flick on to us.
It (the bubble) was supposed to be a creature of some sort. Due to humidity and stupidity, it looked more like a crumbling piece of nothing. Though the stench was rather tasty. Haha
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Mum: *Reading a book*
L: *Saw the word RPG*. Hmm RPG. Do you what RPG is?
M: Yeah, People of something, Republic People ehhh
L: ......................
M: *Smiles*
L: It's the weapon. *mimicking how it is used*
M: Oh, *continues reading*
Most of All
A) There are people who think you're pretty. (Laughs) They must be blind.
B) You don't have cheekbone. I mean, not as prominent as mine.
C) It's funny. You don't really have a shape.
D) Don't get me wrong. I don't think you have a style at all.
The few things that are thrown at me by girls who, in fact, declare themselves as the friends who are better than me. Stupid statement indeed, and how wrong are they. (On B and C anyway, the rest are up for personal debate).
I don't like girls or female beings (most).
B) You don't have cheekbone. I mean, not as prominent as mine.
C) It's funny. You don't really have a shape.
D) Don't get me wrong. I don't think you have a style at all.
The few things that are thrown at me by girls who, in fact, declare themselves as the friends who are better than me. Stupid statement indeed, and how wrong are they. (On B and C anyway, the rest are up for personal debate).
I don't like girls or female beings (most).
The Serpentine
Being reminded by an isolated dream has really put me off. The fact that I could no longer run around on the paths does not necessarily means I do not feel attached to it. The only memento is a picture of a teenage girl with mismatch shoe laces. I blame the job jumping mother who would not settle for one. No, I blame the frantic bosses who would not stop pulling her into their lives.
I thought we could go back for Christmas to see our family friends, and mine, who I will not succeed in recognizing them, boo. And perhaps rekindle the broken string caused by an unfortunate wedding.
Instead, the place where my parents spent most of their teenage years is where we could spend our Christmas. Stupid trams and dangerous roads. Terrible eh?
I thought we could go back for Christmas to see our family friends, and mine, who I will not succeed in recognizing them, boo. And perhaps rekindle the broken string caused by an unfortunate wedding.
Instead, the place where my parents spent most of their teenage years is where we could spend our Christmas. Stupid trams and dangerous roads. Terrible eh?
Dream
Your chest against the window. Searching for solace in my shadow. Breathing the air from the wall. Grasping the life by your side.
If it is ever real and constant. I will let you see me. If it is ever strong without your strength. I will come in your dreams.
By every night and day I call you. To beseech for needs. Unable to calm the wind, or tame the cruelty surrounding you. To rent another seconds with thoughts on me. On no one else but me.
Though I have no place in reality. In moving picture or stale frame. No pieces to find. To try and sense.
Without you I cannot exist. Without you I can never be real.
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This is one of my favourite video from one of my favourite song. It can really takes you off your mind and put you somewhere no one else can venture into. They have a Part 2 of the song and it is even more beautiful.
This kind of song made me realized how the bad image painted by others on mainly metal music, is an absolute nightmare. I rarely come across a demonic song of satanic purposes. Probably but unlikely (Stairway to Heaven for fuck sake, and you enjoy it).
Nonetheless, I wish I could go deep into my own dreams (some of it) since it is the only avenue I could explore myself without touching reality sensitivity. Perhaps I could head into the loony bin and commit to such.
Perhaps this should all be a dream.
If it is ever real and constant. I will let you see me. If it is ever strong without your strength. I will come in your dreams.
By every night and day I call you. To beseech for needs. Unable to calm the wind, or tame the cruelty surrounding you. To rent another seconds with thoughts on me. On no one else but me.
Though I have no place in reality. In moving picture or stale frame. No pieces to find. To try and sense.
Without you I cannot exist. Without you I can never be real.
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This is one of my favourite video from one of my favourite song. It can really takes you off your mind and put you somewhere no one else can venture into. They have a Part 2 of the song and it is even more beautiful.
This kind of song made me realized how the bad image painted by others on mainly metal music, is an absolute nightmare. I rarely come across a demonic song of satanic purposes. Probably but unlikely (Stairway to Heaven for fuck sake, and you enjoy it).
Nonetheless, I wish I could go deep into my own dreams (some of it) since it is the only avenue I could explore myself without touching reality sensitivity. Perhaps I could head into the loony bin and commit to such.
Perhaps this should all be a dream.
Aching Faith
" Pray to God that I don't believe in "
It's a line from a song made famous by some band, whom knowingly by others, will never be identified by me.
When I listen to such line, the feelings of remorse and pity are forced out of me. I do think it's such a sad thing for anyone to not have the confidence to find God, and worse, starts turning into scientific faith. Am not much of a religious cloud myself, though I do believe there is a vital channel in which comes, finally, to the faith you're holding on.
However, when I start looking deep into my own self, I find it hard to digest on the fact, I'm one of which who divert herself out of any faith in life. For a start, I never really believe in luck, destiny and 'plan'. For me, everything that happens in life is a way of pushing the idea on how life will never be fair to you, which somehow often gets to close. It's ridiculous to think everything is tailored made to suit your circumstances, as it is only a ploy in making you feel you're an inch away from the deliverance. A ploy to coat your very emotions in separating the lines between happiness and everything else.
Faith has nothing to do with luck, destiny, plan, and anything along those trails.
And my God, has nothing to do with the faith.
It's a line from a song made famous by some band, whom knowingly by others, will never be identified by me.
When I listen to such line, the feelings of remorse and pity are forced out of me. I do think it's such a sad thing for anyone to not have the confidence to find God, and worse, starts turning into scientific faith. Am not much of a religious cloud myself, though I do believe there is a vital channel in which comes, finally, to the faith you're holding on.
However, when I start looking deep into my own self, I find it hard to digest on the fact, I'm one of which who divert herself out of any faith in life. For a start, I never really believe in luck, destiny and 'plan'. For me, everything that happens in life is a way of pushing the idea on how life will never be fair to you, which somehow often gets to close. It's ridiculous to think everything is tailored made to suit your circumstances, as it is only a ploy in making you feel you're an inch away from the deliverance. A ploy to coat your very emotions in separating the lines between happiness and everything else.
Faith has nothing to do with luck, destiny, plan, and anything along those trails.
And my God, has nothing to do with the faith.
Pavy
I'm sure it would be evident to know which I would fancy, since the other two are a bit scary to look at.
I don't really watch Vanity Lair since it started, but the re-run made me. With Pavle on, it's even harder to resist.
The show is, without a doubt, a silly concept in taking a piss on the idea of 'beautiful people'. With Ms. Chung constantly portraying as another 'beautiful' people and mentioning that every time she talks to the participants doesn't make it better.
Though, the man up there with Nick (if that is his name) are real fun to watch when mixed with the real vainholes. They actually and constantly separate themselves from the group due to the others' 'beautiful' traits. Even coined a name for the stupid kid who complains about the hair thing.
Fuck it, I watch the show because Pavle is fit. No reason for me to make justification since it's a pointless and ludicrous show and no one should ever think about joining it or make a new one out of it, or even watch it.
It's basically about a used-to-be quite interesting girl turned oh-my-gosh-I-bagged-an-indie-boy-and-I'm-cooler-and-prettier-and-a-fashion icon (I used to think she was fun but then, she proved me that all models are alike) as the host, deliberately annoying others with her 'witty' lines and at the same time narrating the days (big brother style) of the moronic beauties in the house.
The house consists of some people, a boy who became a gal who is a glamour model, men with make up and nail colours, girls with cakey make up and hideous tan and Pavle and Nick. They stay in the house and one day there'll be three new people hoping to join the sadness of the life in the house and only two will make it and somehow, the next day only one will make it and the one will remove the existing member and live another week without seeing the light of happiness or anything at all.
Confusing? Not really. I just make it appears as such so that no one will watch it, even though it's a re-run.
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