Wishing the game to reach its end,
To put a stop to the plan.
Engineered by your synchronized lips.
And your underwater beat.
The picture was in you,
Without any sense of direction.
You pursue,
Upon the very last view.
Though I wonder if it ever was clear.
How you and I were always in distance.
But my judgement was too far off,
Even if it had lived in my imagination.
Dreams and the substance,
Were the only reason.
To keep me in your view.
I May Now Have It All To Myself
Once again.
I could finally breathe the air around me.
And grasps on things I would dream of letting go.
...............
Happy to have my former self again. Kicking the sociological and other interests to a new level. A friend reckon I could get a job once I contact the person holding my dream. As much as my nervous tongue is biting my lips, trying would not hurt. Hopefully I would not appear as a thick monkey.
I could finally breathe the air around me.
And grasps on things I would dream of letting go.
...............
Happy to have my former self again. Kicking the sociological and other interests to a new level. A friend reckon I could get a job once I contact the person holding my dream. As much as my nervous tongue is biting my lips, trying would not hurt. Hopefully I would not appear as a thick monkey.
From My WIndow
From the glass of my bedroom,
I watch their every step.
Lingering around their thoughts,
On how they could be better.
From the invincible wall,
I watch her speak.
In the tone of broken pride,
Murmuring words she barely understands.
From my window,
I watch your fingers.
Holding the tears.
As I watch these people,
I can only imagine.
On their own perspective,
When those eyes turn to me.
I watch their every step.
Lingering around their thoughts,
On how they could be better.
From the invincible wall,
I watch her speak.
In the tone of broken pride,
Murmuring words she barely understands.
From my window,
I watch your fingers.
Holding the tears.
As I watch these people,
I can only imagine.
On their own perspective,
When those eyes turn to me.
Down With The Stream
I let myself dry,
Just to let you see me.
I keep myself from the light.
To make me spins my thought on you.
I make myself ill.
With hope you would help me.
I tear my bones apart.
So you will fix it.
I starve myself to tears.
Like how you steal me away from my fears.
I lie to myself to speak.
For you to see that I am weak.
Can we ever build ourselves better?
To see the picture clearer.
.................
Feeling like you are missing something has done me no good. For the past four days, I only managed to consume a meal for the day. Though it did not wore me off, it did not help me any better. For the things that I have missed and for the scenes I have deleted, I now wish I could find that one piece. We all say things we do not mean but why do we do it to our close ones. Lies are meant for strangers to connect themselves in this world. It is not for spoken emotions and halfway thoughts.
No one enjoys the way the veins pushed themselves. Guess, it was a good choice to mile this life away. By the last bit, it might feel a lot better.
Just to let you see me.
I keep myself from the light.
To make me spins my thought on you.
I make myself ill.
With hope you would help me.
I tear my bones apart.
So you will fix it.
I starve myself to tears.
Like how you steal me away from my fears.
I lie to myself to speak.
For you to see that I am weak.
Can we ever build ourselves better?
To see the picture clearer.
.................
Feeling like you are missing something has done me no good. For the past four days, I only managed to consume a meal for the day. Though it did not wore me off, it did not help me any better. For the things that I have missed and for the scenes I have deleted, I now wish I could find that one piece. We all say things we do not mean but why do we do it to our close ones. Lies are meant for strangers to connect themselves in this world. It is not for spoken emotions and halfway thoughts.
No one enjoys the way the veins pushed themselves. Guess, it was a good choice to mile this life away. By the last bit, it might feel a lot better.
Love, Love.
My obsession of Mimes has never set an end to the many precise dreams of becoming one. I believe it started quite early on during my childhood (there, the setting of my imagination being a lady of the past century). My mom has always mentioned Mr. Chaplin in my days of trotting along her. I have never got the chance to see him in action, though somehow he was (and is) always close to my heart. Seeing him in some of the old film, where the people in the film itself was watching him. That was the only source of inspiration I did ever received from him. Nonetheless, it has not stop me from yearning.
Then I carried on expanding my love for names such as Jean-Gaspard Debureau, Marcel Marceau and the other chap who's name somehow was erased from my box. I had always believed, that one day, I would be loved as one of these amazing artists.
Quite remarkable that my mom fully supported me in my hopes of joining the Club but I still cannot find any that would really help in boosting my luck in such area.
Guess it will always be another number that will never really be cross. Sadly, I have other weird things that I still aching to pursue. Like trying to sound much older by writing rubbish on the net. That is exactly what happen when you wish you had any relatives with World War's stories.
And still, many turns to the art of getting along with philosophical minds.
Tough Luck.
So They Say
"I decided when I was 18 that I really didn't want to start showing my work until 20 years has passed. I didn't want anyone to corrupt my aesthetic. I felt really strongly about keeping my work pure and honest and intimate. Whenever I try to make art, I make it as if it's my last, because you just never know in this life, you could be hit by a bus or something."
- The late Shawn Mortensen
"The hardest job kids face today is learning good manners without seeing any."
- The late Fred Astaire
"He dares to be a fool, and that is the first step in the direction of wisdom."
- The Chopin Guy :)
"There is a wisdom of the head, and a wisdom of the heart."
- Charles Dickens
- The late Shawn Mortensen
"The hardest job kids face today is learning good manners without seeing any."
- The late Fred Astaire
"He dares to be a fool, and that is the first step in the direction of wisdom."
- The Chopin Guy :)
"There is a wisdom of the head, and a wisdom of the heart."
- Charles Dickens
Ocean of Emotion
You are a tool
but boy,
I can never work you.
You have the spark
But son,
I am always afraid to touch you.
You own the lights
but hey,
I like it better off the sky.
You are nothing
But love,
.............
I am incapable of ending things like this. Halfway along the lines, I would freeze and cringe a little. Sadly, I love the feeling. Of never ending sadness and dreams.
Enjoying every break of your own baggage is something everyone should indulge in.
It is amazing how one cannot help to catch the tears without having voices stopping the time of the loved ones. A fascinating friction when you burst into an ocean of emotion once you clear off your mind. A strong urges of pretentious suicidal effort when you cannot seem to get the feet together.
I am of sentimental bones, and I appreciate such gift.
There is a line from some film that goes something like, you are too intellectual to be sentimental, or something like that.
Though I have the sappy bones, I did not receive any consideration in letting me inhale the courage just to let others know of my feelings. I do not even have the strength to inform the people around me of the very existence of this tiny box of clutters. I am too afraid of others interpretation of my feelings, which hurts me even more when they cannot get into it.
This is not for me to impress anyone. This is for me to find someone who could tell me how he or she feels when he or she tries to read me. To read my life. I want others to try to break into the state that I am currently in. Not just read the signs blindly and tells me how uninteresting they are. It is never about putting a new interest in you, it is about pulling the interest off you.
Once you are interested in something, you will automatically ‘enjoy’ it, and I do not wish for another lonely life catcher to enjoy me.
but boy,
I can never work you.
You have the spark
But son,
I am always afraid to touch you.
You own the lights
but hey,
I like it better off the sky.
You are nothing
But love,
.............
I am incapable of ending things like this. Halfway along the lines, I would freeze and cringe a little. Sadly, I love the feeling. Of never ending sadness and dreams.
Enjoying every break of your own baggage is something everyone should indulge in.
It is amazing how one cannot help to catch the tears without having voices stopping the time of the loved ones. A fascinating friction when you burst into an ocean of emotion once you clear off your mind. A strong urges of pretentious suicidal effort when you cannot seem to get the feet together.
I am of sentimental bones, and I appreciate such gift.
There is a line from some film that goes something like, you are too intellectual to be sentimental, or something like that.
Though I have the sappy bones, I did not receive any consideration in letting me inhale the courage just to let others know of my feelings. I do not even have the strength to inform the people around me of the very existence of this tiny box of clutters. I am too afraid of others interpretation of my feelings, which hurts me even more when they cannot get into it.
This is not for me to impress anyone. This is for me to find someone who could tell me how he or she feels when he or she tries to read me. To read my life. I want others to try to break into the state that I am currently in. Not just read the signs blindly and tells me how uninteresting they are. It is never about putting a new interest in you, it is about pulling the interest off you.
Once you are interested in something, you will automatically ‘enjoy’ it, and I do not wish for another lonely life catcher to enjoy me.
What Would You Do If I Follow You
What makes a stranger qualify himself or herself as your companion?
I believe many have accepted this form of hypocrisy due to the saying 'The more the merrier'. Since I am always the odd one in the circle, I must admit that I concur to my own saying 'The less the longer'.
Why attract many when you can't keep all?
Though I was not as this when years were much slower. I used to love being in the middle of the social gathering with tons of human flesh excreting the bad water. It was the tantalizing spirit of together-ness that brought me a new perspective of 'more'. However, like every superficial dreams, it did not last. Eventually I learned that not every breathing statue is an angel.
Thus, revamping my former self to the current state of behaviour. I do not necessarily feel the need to surround myself with bodies behind the bricks as, well they are hiding behind the bricks. Friends kept telling me to stop separating myself from this 'world', but why should I succumb to the obligations being laid out by the 'world' when nothing lasts forever?
If I have to die alone then so be it. Emily Dickinson survived such life so why can't I?
So, if I have to swallow the comments on the 'less than 100' friends on social network, I would be delighted.
I believe many have accepted this form of hypocrisy due to the saying 'The more the merrier'. Since I am always the odd one in the circle, I must admit that I concur to my own saying 'The less the longer'.
Why attract many when you can't keep all?
Though I was not as this when years were much slower. I used to love being in the middle of the social gathering with tons of human flesh excreting the bad water. It was the tantalizing spirit of together-ness that brought me a new perspective of 'more'. However, like every superficial dreams, it did not last. Eventually I learned that not every breathing statue is an angel.
Thus, revamping my former self to the current state of behaviour. I do not necessarily feel the need to surround myself with bodies behind the bricks as, well they are hiding behind the bricks. Friends kept telling me to stop separating myself from this 'world', but why should I succumb to the obligations being laid out by the 'world' when nothing lasts forever?
If I have to die alone then so be it. Emily Dickinson survived such life so why can't I?
So, if I have to swallow the comments on the 'less than 100' friends on social network, I would be delighted.
Deviance and Solace
Bound by the lack of cooperation from the sympathy crowd, I should rest my fingers in keeping it alive. Just when I thought I could achieve something rather great for my own self, the world decides to retract my very lucky stars.
Mother always says, things happen for reasons, but what if the reasons are not of which you would easily accept and digest? We all have reasons though that does not qualify us in swallowing back the pieces we have spilled out.
Friend that never grew out of the job of comforting me believes, that it would be better for me to stay where I am. As the mistakes dumped are waiting for a re-construction. It cannot shift itself from where I had left it.
Shall I obey by the rules of life, since it is the only form of tracking device that could help me, in some sort of funny manner.
The ever-reclusive side of me will never be something grand, like Mr. Salinger, Ms. Garbo or Proust himself.
So why should I bother in not bothering others?
Well things happen for a reason and it is best for an entity to stay where they are.
Mother always says, things happen for reasons, but what if the reasons are not of which you would easily accept and digest? We all have reasons though that does not qualify us in swallowing back the pieces we have spilled out.
Friend that never grew out of the job of comforting me believes, that it would be better for me to stay where I am. As the mistakes dumped are waiting for a re-construction. It cannot shift itself from where I had left it.
Shall I obey by the rules of life, since it is the only form of tracking device that could help me, in some sort of funny manner.
The ever-reclusive side of me will never be something grand, like Mr. Salinger, Ms. Garbo or Proust himself.
So why should I bother in not bothering others?
Well things happen for a reason and it is best for an entity to stay where they are.
Love Laced Smile
I don't feel better with your lips curved inside your lies as I like you better with your lips between these eyes.
Set To Fail
If growing older means giving up your high aspiration for envious dreams, I should very well pass the bad news before it starts.
The past week is nothing more than clouds of confusions surrounding me. I am no longer in my own capacity to be in my own mind. Half of the people I know are doing great and somewhere off my feet. Lying about feelings is a preference no one should stick to as it does you nothing more than helps you in sinking deeper into your own puddle of fears.
No one really knows the fact that I am aching to leave, just so I could forget the feelings I have to put up with everyday. Why can’t people be blunt rather than meddling with others' red button. I am no better than anyone but at least I try so hard in dealing with it.
Just when I set aside my aggressive mask is exactly when people find me as a target, in getting everything they can’t get on their own. If you ever believe in pushing me down the road will get you further, then much apologies. Stepping on others is not a skill I have attained in the process of adding up my number and it is not one of which I have desired for.
Even with my ugly features to your eyes, I feel good.
Even with a lack of talent, I am content.
Even with you as a person I have circled myself around, I am living.
So forget about treating me like garbage and be happy, because you will never be with such attitude.
The past week is nothing more than clouds of confusions surrounding me. I am no longer in my own capacity to be in my own mind. Half of the people I know are doing great and somewhere off my feet. Lying about feelings is a preference no one should stick to as it does you nothing more than helps you in sinking deeper into your own puddle of fears.
No one really knows the fact that I am aching to leave, just so I could forget the feelings I have to put up with everyday. Why can’t people be blunt rather than meddling with others' red button. I am no better than anyone but at least I try so hard in dealing with it.
Just when I set aside my aggressive mask is exactly when people find me as a target, in getting everything they can’t get on their own. If you ever believe in pushing me down the road will get you further, then much apologies. Stepping on others is not a skill I have attained in the process of adding up my number and it is not one of which I have desired for.
Even with my ugly features to your eyes, I feel good.
Even with a lack of talent, I am content.
Even with you as a person I have circled myself around, I am living.
So forget about treating me like garbage and be happy, because you will never be with such attitude.
Heart Behind The Eyes
Maybe I should stop running with you,
through the tracks of no reflection.
Maybe I should stop wishing for you,
from being caught by your own senses.
Maybe I should stop making you linger,
around me while I am asleep.
Maybe I should stop you from coming,
as my heart is always behind these eyes.
............................
Cannibalism is a basic anthropology matter to talk about. But when you are in a group of students who would pay more attention to global blahs and politics, you're the man ... in finding the weirdest most possible topic anyone would care about.
through the tracks of no reflection.
Maybe I should stop wishing for you,
from being caught by your own senses.
Maybe I should stop making you linger,
around me while I am asleep.
Maybe I should stop you from coming,
as my heart is always behind these eyes.
............................
Cannibalism is a basic anthropology matter to talk about. But when you are in a group of students who would pay more attention to global blahs and politics, you're the man ... in finding the weirdest most possible topic anyone would care about.
That Sneaky Clock.
Time jumps a bit too fast once you have discover your own path in connecting yourself. The fact of which our family friend informs my mom I might be a wife in my mid twenties scares me. I do not necessarily dwell myself in the shallow sea of love. Love, to me, is another level of infatuation and marriage only cemented such. Forever and ever, until the brick falls on you.
I enjoy getting all giddy and silly when my days are finally stretched to a new height, but it always stops there. Never will there be a fast-paced conversation since I am built to last for 'horrific' circumstances. I like it when she tells my mom, good things will happen to me later on in my life (probably once I turn 50). Falling cocoon is a new way for me to prep a better looking smile.
Might as well send the fiber balls to the limbs.
I enjoy getting all giddy and silly when my days are finally stretched to a new height, but it always stops there. Never will there be a fast-paced conversation since I am built to last for 'horrific' circumstances. I like it when she tells my mom, good things will happen to me later on in my life (probably once I turn 50). Falling cocoon is a new way for me to prep a better looking smile.
Might as well send the fiber balls to the limbs.
Steep Imagination
Steps I had taken are the only reason for me to remind myself of you.
Far beyond my expectation I would imagine to see you.
A liar is what I would become if I let him pass my feelings for you, once again.
Clarity smokes my mind as I now realize, you could no longer be mine.
Though love, all I would ask from is, to look at me, like how you used to.
Words mean nothing to me, if it will never reach you.
Too many assumed forgiveness and too little expansion to get to you.
Nothing fills me as fast and addictive as your broken lips.
Tell me again, that I can be yours.
Until then my love, I will remember you by this leveled terrain.
.............................
Nothing shall influence me in becoming a 'better' self. Dub me anything you want, I am happy to be who I am inside. No friends, fame nor money could bring me joy without ever asking for a return luck.
And just so you know, being intellectual fags does not mean you earn the right to slap me with your ignorance. I may well be an idiotic little girl, but I would never ask for your lack of judgment.
As much as I hate being ignored, it is worse when they see you as a little girl.
Far beyond my expectation I would imagine to see you.
A liar is what I would become if I let him pass my feelings for you, once again.
Clarity smokes my mind as I now realize, you could no longer be mine.
Though love, all I would ask from is, to look at me, like how you used to.
Words mean nothing to me, if it will never reach you.
Too many assumed forgiveness and too little expansion to get to you.
Nothing fills me as fast and addictive as your broken lips.
Tell me again, that I can be yours.
Until then my love, I will remember you by this leveled terrain.
.............................
Nothing shall influence me in becoming a 'better' self. Dub me anything you want, I am happy to be who I am inside. No friends, fame nor money could bring me joy without ever asking for a return luck.
And just so you know, being intellectual fags does not mean you earn the right to slap me with your ignorance. I may well be an idiotic little girl, but I would never ask for your lack of judgment.
As much as I hate being ignored, it is worse when they see you as a little girl.
Lethargic Infatuation
Summer rides on her feet.
Fuming her with lover’s drink.
As being empty let her speak
Further away than the cliffs
She wishes on lucid behaviour
To keep her under his breaths.
....................................
"I am in love with your indefinite feelings. Towards everything in static vision. Your smirk once a colored ghost passes your eyes. Your chirping laughter when you lost yourself from this world. Your teary eyes everytime your ego holds you back. Your behaviour after the clock spins its' fingers. So stop telling yourself you can't lift it higher." Sir Observational Fuck
Fuming her with lover’s drink.
As being empty let her speak
Further away than the cliffs
She wishes on lucid behaviour
To keep her under his breaths.
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"I am in love with your indefinite feelings. Towards everything in static vision. Your smirk once a colored ghost passes your eyes. Your chirping laughter when you lost yourself from this world. Your teary eyes everytime your ego holds you back. Your behaviour after the clock spins its' fingers. So stop telling yourself you can't lift it higher." Sir Observational Fuck
Out of Sheer Love
Frustration and annoyance caught up with me in racing through relationships. I do realize I have failed in many relationship, but that is not an extra point for you to tell me how I should be better than my current self. Being sentimental or sour is not something I should be scared of, or embarrass. When the hole is getting deeper, the only thing you could count on is the layered walls around you, keeping you sane. Many of my friends have mentioned how bothering it is to be with me when the sour monster bites me on my finger.
What's wrong with being sentimental anyway?
I have told myself I need a new set of friends, but does that mean I can't keep some of my current good friends?
What's wrong with being sentimental anyway?
I have told myself I need a new set of friends, but does that mean I can't keep some of my current good friends?
Elongated Luck
Alex fails, if he ever tries to be funny in front of the camera again, he deserves a 'You're an idiot' shot.
I am half happy to be joining the track again. Hopefully I could enjoy it like I did the last time I had my running shoes on. Thought about joining the cricket (yes the boring game consists of old spectators). Something new could very well brings me joy since living in the dorm while peeking at boys who are not well trained footballers has not done me any luck in turning up a smile.
Unsure of whether I would still have my amazing running skill, might very well be the plank to the sinking town. Pray that the sports fags will not steal my chances of reclaiming my pride in track. Plus, I hope I will be no where near the road markers again.
I can't sing, dance or put on clothes that will be applauded by morons. Essentially, I just fail in being a 'true' lady. Pfft at least I have sports with me. Most girls only pretend in liking sports just so boys will like them. Same goes with instruments. Well, if you are a class taught instrument-ist, save your idiotic comments on how I cannot play well. I like being bitter about tiny issues. It makes me feel like a lady again. Haa
I am half happy to be joining the track again. Hopefully I could enjoy it like I did the last time I had my running shoes on. Thought about joining the cricket (yes the boring game consists of old spectators). Something new could very well brings me joy since living in the dorm while peeking at boys who are not well trained footballers has not done me any luck in turning up a smile.
Unsure of whether I would still have my amazing running skill, might very well be the plank to the sinking town. Pray that the sports fags will not steal my chances of reclaiming my pride in track. Plus, I hope I will be no where near the road markers again.
I can't sing, dance or put on clothes that will be applauded by morons. Essentially, I just fail in being a 'true' lady. Pfft at least I have sports with me. Most girls only pretend in liking sports just so boys will like them. Same goes with instruments. Well, if you are a class taught instrument-ist, save your idiotic comments on how I cannot play well. I like being bitter about tiny issues. It makes me feel like a lady again. Haa
Heavy Blues
I must believe someone, of which I would not be happy once I learn he had, has read some of my shits on my notebook. Hopefully he has not since it would be horrifying for me to force my toes to move an inch just to face the known fact. Someone tears off a quarter of the paper, thus someone must have read the things before the torn paper. Eh, like they could ever figure who it is all about. I am Wednesday to them, and when you are called by such, nothing could really hurt you. Poofs.
Tortured to sing sappy songs, B+ for failure to deliver sarcasm to a lecturer and broken glasses to my every heart. Is 10' supposed to be a sequel to 09'?
.............................
Mending my love for broken vacant seats,
leaves me with only regrets.
Partial prints of your touch
are nothing more than paper cuts.
Fixing a smile is no longer
your skill for me to learn.
To long for you to receive
the voice within these walls.
...............................
Tortured to sing sappy songs, B+ for failure to deliver sarcasm to a lecturer and broken glasses to my every heart. Is 10' supposed to be a sequel to 09'?
.............................
Mending my love for broken vacant seats,
leaves me with only regrets.
Partial prints of your touch
are nothing more than paper cuts.
Fixing a smile is no longer
your skill for me to learn.
To long for you to receive
the voice within these walls.
...............................
A Drifter's Tale
He was straying away from the pavement,
where men vent on their lovers' dreams.
Sour notes on his fingers,
ought to never let him speak.
Of rays of hollow,
on the days of sorrow.
Far beyond her reach,
to take away his needs.
Needing her to beseech,
from where she would have been.
Perched on the edge of light,
on sunny sky high.
'Follow me as you could be,
anything beyond your skins'.
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I should have never beat the shining eyes as considering my current state, I am no where near the steps. I do let the machine conquers my feelings but it just goes to show, you can't be too careful when it comes to dealing on your own pictured self you had wish to sell.
An unknown stranger once told me 'You don't need anyone else but yourself once you truly discover the man inside you. The triumph of life depends on you and the higher being, but those above aren't capable in entertaining you when you are alone...... so find youself before it leaves'. The dots represent my peculiar state when he was spilling those remarkable observation on my feelings. I don't get why I am only approached by crazy people or people who does nothing less than telling me things I would have read on Hallmarks' cards. Or people asking my opinion on donuts or perfume. The best I could get from people I wish would have approach me is a spooky glare which followed by unidentified smiles.
I love being around strangers, though I suggest to keep your eyes in your pockets since conspicuous smiles break the chain that is holding my fear.
- My mother wish to meet Zak Bagans and now I'm worried. She was supposed to not be fond of his kind (as in buff kids with tattoos).
where men vent on their lovers' dreams.
Sour notes on his fingers,
ought to never let him speak.
Of rays of hollow,
on the days of sorrow.
Far beyond her reach,
to take away his needs.
Needing her to beseech,
from where she would have been.
Perched on the edge of light,
on sunny sky high.
'Follow me as you could be,
anything beyond your skins'.
.........................................
I should have never beat the shining eyes as considering my current state, I am no where near the steps. I do let the machine conquers my feelings but it just goes to show, you can't be too careful when it comes to dealing on your own pictured self you had wish to sell.
An unknown stranger once told me 'You don't need anyone else but yourself once you truly discover the man inside you. The triumph of life depends on you and the higher being, but those above aren't capable in entertaining you when you are alone...... so find youself before it leaves'. The dots represent my peculiar state when he was spilling those remarkable observation on my feelings. I don't get why I am only approached by crazy people or people who does nothing less than telling me things I would have read on Hallmarks' cards. Or people asking my opinion on donuts or perfume. The best I could get from people I wish would have approach me is a spooky glare which followed by unidentified smiles.
I love being around strangers, though I suggest to keep your eyes in your pockets since conspicuous smiles break the chain that is holding my fear.
- My mother wish to meet Zak Bagans and now I'm worried. She was supposed to not be fond of his kind (as in buff kids with tattoos).
Long Dive Into His Skins
Motivational thought hasn't help me much since I keep getting on the same base. Though, if I was lenghty-er, I could've done much better. Point is, no one wins especially when both sides have bloods that are being pump by the ego-dynamic machine.
I like to list a few things that I would consider to be my favourite but the lack of conspired dreams and food made me moody. Long chats with old friends had probably boost up my performance in losing breaths. Nonetheless, the line of 'I miss your sarcasms' will never go dry. Fascinating when almost everybody delivers the same line once the sight of me becomes clear to their eyes.
By telling yourself a fresh semester would kill off the cloudy skins, well it might turns out worse. I like to think I would have a better semester but it seems like I can never be right. Now the urges of me flying away is that much stronger in crushing the rolling thunders.
I like to list a few things that I would consider to be my favourite but the lack of conspired dreams and food made me moody. Long chats with old friends had probably boost up my performance in losing breaths. Nonetheless, the line of 'I miss your sarcasms' will never go dry. Fascinating when almost everybody delivers the same line once the sight of me becomes clear to their eyes.
By telling yourself a fresh semester would kill off the cloudy skins, well it might turns out worse. I like to think I would have a better semester but it seems like I can never be right. Now the urges of me flying away is that much stronger in crushing the rolling thunders.
Lights On Your Skylines
Glancing back to the moment where your shoulders brought comfort to my strands of luck, gave me an insight of your light. Believing we were always chasing the same pace, you threw me behind. Sounds of broken edges and hungry turns drew you away. Though you never out of sight, as you exist in my mind.
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I enjoy the space and view of my new laying palace. Yes, palace as in lets go over the board in stating your elated story. Not much when you are alone half of the time. As I have admit to myself, life there is as dull as the lights on the loo.
Must-work-for-the-ticket.
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I enjoy the space and view of my new laying palace. Yes, palace as in lets go over the board in stating your elated story. Not much when you are alone half of the time. As I have admit to myself, life there is as dull as the lights on the loo.
Must-work-for-the-ticket.
Zoning Out
Not much since I failed. The bad thing was the whole population saw me failing as I was the first one to go. So much for driving this weekend. Good thing, I was not the only one so go figure, it was the officer who has no mercy on poor learner like myself.
Congatulation LUFC! Finally, the wankers have nothing to say to us. We're up against Spurs aren't we for this weekend fixture? Hopefully we'll pull through, Liverpool style. Haa
Congatulation LUFC! Finally, the wankers have nothing to say to us. We're up against Spurs aren't we for this weekend fixture? Hopefully we'll pull through, Liverpool style. Haa
Volcano Girls
Why can't there be proper bands with any female in it nowadays. Why must there be girls of 'Not Bothered' attitude with a dash of 'fresh' look. I don't mind being the only one who is tired of these shenanigans but then again, they are not bothered by my unsatisfied pillow of life. Unfortunately, I am one who had missed the whole cultural education in molding young twats into robots of no senses.
A friend had just mentioned how photography and bicycles are now the cool things to add in into your cool list (I should mention, she was being sarcastic about the cool list). Didn't notice it at first but when I put a thought on it, no wonder lots of people (especially girls) now own expansive lenses.
I read photography magazine when I was twelve and stopped, because at that moment I didn't realize I have a talent in buying magazines and spend hours staring at the pictures and only pictures. I used to have a family friend shipped in NME every months though they are now well adjusted to the papered lives. I hate reading magazines since half of the shits in it are, well shits.
So question is why suddenly, all these things appear in modern-hip-birds lives? Whatever it may be, it will sure pull my laughing bones of me considering we are all lack of reasonable excuses at times.
The best that the uber-cool girls could offer me is their pitiful sniggers and the perfect toss of hairs, signalling 'You are not as cool as me so whatever' (They do talk with that divine manner). Yeah, the sight of you makes me cringe and that's because am jealous of your super awesomeness (again what a delight). Tell you what, the thing that I want most in life, after everything else, is a perfect kitchen for me and friends to sit on the tiles setting aside our cultured self. I can't sigh or roll my eyes at the moment, thanks to a thing call tummy pain from our beloved ladies week.
Ps: I had Alexa 'cool and hip' Chung in my dream last night. A horrid night indeed. She was telling me how she hates fashion and could not care any lesser in dressing up for her normal days. Oh and she was actually faking the accent. Dreams do provokes truth from creatures mouth. The only reason I have any idea who the fuck Chung is, courtesy of rants of bands fans when she claimed she's better and cooler than almost all the bands and people she had interviewed on that T4 show. What happen to the innocent inside voice?
I'd rather spend a dream with Joanna Newsom and god knows how annoying her voice is (to me anyway).
A friend had just mentioned how photography and bicycles are now the cool things to add in into your cool list (I should mention, she was being sarcastic about the cool list). Didn't notice it at first but when I put a thought on it, no wonder lots of people (especially girls) now own expansive lenses.
I read photography magazine when I was twelve and stopped, because at that moment I didn't realize I have a talent in buying magazines and spend hours staring at the pictures and only pictures. I used to have a family friend shipped in NME every months though they are now well adjusted to the papered lives. I hate reading magazines since half of the shits in it are, well shits.
So question is why suddenly, all these things appear in modern-hip-birds lives? Whatever it may be, it will sure pull my laughing bones of me considering we are all lack of reasonable excuses at times.
The best that the uber-cool girls could offer me is their pitiful sniggers and the perfect toss of hairs, signalling 'You are not as cool as me so whatever' (They do talk with that divine manner). Yeah, the sight of you makes me cringe and that's because am jealous of your super awesomeness (again what a delight). Tell you what, the thing that I want most in life, after everything else, is a perfect kitchen for me and friends to sit on the tiles setting aside our cultured self. I can't sigh or roll my eyes at the moment, thanks to a thing call tummy pain from our beloved ladies week.
Ps: I had Alexa 'cool and hip' Chung in my dream last night. A horrid night indeed. She was telling me how she hates fashion and could not care any lesser in dressing up for her normal days. Oh and she was actually faking the accent. Dreams do provokes truth from creatures mouth. The only reason I have any idea who the fuck Chung is, courtesy of rants of bands fans when she claimed she's better and cooler than almost all the bands and people she had interviewed on that T4 show. What happen to the innocent inside voice?
I'd rather spend a dream with Joanna Newsom and god knows how annoying her voice is (to me anyway).
A Begger In Your Feelings.
Straying in your mind is my only way to churn my fear.
Of losing you as a lover of my faith.
In struggling to grasp your fingers through my hairs,
I follow you into my dream.
Much apologies for my failure to paint you a picture,
Of our lost trails and rallied tears.
I can't give you a Poe nor a stone wall.
So I'll stay in your caved feelings,
Begging for an understatement.
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Stop telling me I make no sense because I dont wish for people to get me through my bursts of emotions. Those who shall connect itself to the things I have immensely hurt myself punching on these keyboards. Plus, it's a wonder how 'you' seems to get what I am trying to say, which shows how much of a wasted youth you had spent on me. Hah finally :)
Of losing you as a lover of my faith.
In struggling to grasp your fingers through my hairs,
I follow you into my dream.
Much apologies for my failure to paint you a picture,
Of our lost trails and rallied tears.
I can't give you a Poe nor a stone wall.
So I'll stay in your caved feelings,
Begging for an understatement.
...........................
Stop telling me I make no sense because I dont wish for people to get me through my bursts of emotions. Those who shall connect itself to the things I have immensely hurt myself punching on these keyboards. Plus, it's a wonder how 'you' seems to get what I am trying to say, which shows how much of a wasted youth you had spent on me. Hah finally :)
Be Funny You Dummy
Much to the demise of me finding entertainment as fast as Flash, I now have to bear the clicking thunder when trying to laugh at the old ones. Dummy.
Though, I am aware that there are others who fail to find this thing before me.
More of these are capable of giving you facial misery.
(http://www.telegraph.co.uk/travel/picturegalleries/signlanguage)
Though, I am aware that there are others who fail to find this thing before me.
More of these are capable of giving you facial misery.
(http://www.telegraph.co.uk/travel/picturegalleries/signlanguage)
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