All

There is a better echo on the side of your window.
Persistent clamours absorbing sky.
Moving as the blues would.

There is more than one watching your glass shield.
Holding out for a touch.
Whispering word under the lights.

There is more than could acquire.
From letters and synchronized hymns.

There are words and feelings.
Though they never reach me.

.......................

We dream of dreams to stray away from sorrow. But most of the time we forget how the trap tricks us into it.

Mother is all in joy after the big sleep. And my Uncle (make it two of them), grant a permission for me to stay with them for summer. I have the internship as an excuse to get away from people I know off. Except that would not work since I still have acquaintances there. Hence, the extreme frugal in me has to be put to use because tickets will never fall from mother skies.

Though we have reached an agreement, by the time I turn 21, A match and a trip should be enjoyed for I to show how I am no longer 12. Despite the constant effect delivered by the people who still think I am 12.

Fuck it, I would be 20 this year and no one see the maturity on the exterior part of me. And I have never watch a live footy match. Except if you consider jumping for a sight behind the rubbish an experience.

Must.force.to.save.

D

Nothing could come about
unhinging this stroke of lines
Putting spaces together
connecting its' parts
Nothing could hold this
further than the wind travels
Chasing silhouettes of known
forgettable smiles



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The Biting Point is on now and I am not even there. While my mum pretends to enjoy the theatre, I get to sulk for the amount of work being dumped on us children.

Damn higher learning institution. No one gives a fuck about Land Law when it's too difficult to get by its' words.

C

I like how you enjoy watching me asleep
As if dreaming of silence in the skies
and to pretend my sealed lips
could never release itself for words

To put me where you want me to be
would be under your fizzled dreams
With shattered mirrors around your skin
ripple on the thought of me.

You endow me for your eyes
Gazing and feeding every half tears
I could afflict my senses
Though I could never stop you from filling me

Lovely Dapper Uncle

As my mother and I watch the old CD's we have on my uncle, who is her good friend, I couldn't help myself from feeling nostalgic and blue. We've miss him to the point where we would recall the things he does when we're together.

For instance;

- The constant 'Look!' moments he does just to show and explain the types of plane flying over the sky at the moment.

- The look he gives whenever he's anticipating your unfinished food.

- The weekend spend outside the plane runways.

- Random birds' names being uttered and explained.

- Awesome unity between us two and my mother on, practically anything.

- Letters, magazines and cards as an apology for missing special days.

and the endless moments we'd collect for us to smile upon.

It's terrible the fact that I'm making it sounds like he's dead when he's only trapped in a marriage to a horrible woman.

I just hope we could be rolling around again.

The same way I wish I could be with the thousand you's in my life.

Proper Words

Lurking on other clubs boards have been fun. Especially when I get to cement my opinion that (most) United fans are terribly rude. It's almost like the moment they pledge to support United, they immediately throw their manners out of the window.

I know we haven't really won much but at least we would never go around claiming our keeper is a world class keeper, eventhough Reina is one of the few. Van De Saar is, statistically a shit one. Hence, it's high time United fans keep their mouth shut as nothing good ever comes out from there.

As much as I hate United, I do admit they're a solid team and is a fantastic rival. It would be good if they would acknowledge the same, seeing how that Scummy Scot keeps on bashing us and how they would win more EPL's than us. If you don't give a fuck, you'd say less.

Of course I can Bagpipe

Cause' my Uncle is a Scot...


I love the Richmond boys because of this. I can say anything and they'll accept the argument. I have no Scots blood at all so it's a flat out shit words.

Which made me miss them even more.

The Uncle probably has no longer stays in Richmond, the boys would relocate for Uni, Hanna keeps on moving, and I have forgotten how they smell.

Peeps, my mother will be in London in few weeks so I'll pass my sweaty shirt so you can smell the grown me.


I must collect myself and push for the end of longing.