Like a cancer
taking charge of the mind
swinging eyes around
hinging on the next
And come inside
luring life
further away
from the next line
Until the end
strangling the skin
forcing regret
to live on the edge
I Am a Boy
A friend mentions, how he would have thought of me as a boy if no picture and name accompany these interests.
Well I do wish I am a boy, so that I don't have to struggle with the harassment from the women in events, forcing me to put on some chemicals shit on the face. And so that I could live my lifelong dream of becoming the mini Mullen, or a clown, or a mime artist, or a drumming twat.
That's the beauty of facebook, or any other social networking sites. For us to judge on a person based on what he or she, allows to be made public, and not feel bad about it. Cause' if you really like people to not bother in making assumptions on who you are, you wouldn't have participated in this social madness.
So speculate my dear friends, on how I am actually a boy using your wacky friends' name and picture to appear even wackier.
Or how I am an alien, trying to tear your skull apart, and devour on your yummy brain. Haha mental.
Metal Bums
Where world culture is dominated by people who build themselves based on the culture, it is not easy being the one who do not understand of such culture (?).
Pop-ish twats wear shits, punk kids try to look tough, indie peeps dress annoyingly 'cool', and hipsters are a sad excuse.
Oh yeah, and metal heads should look like this
To note, that is a bloke looking funnily like a girl, or it is just me that thought he looks more like a girl.
While I enjoy almost all types of music, except the ones where the lines consist of something to do with fucking a girl or smacking her arse, or anything remotely stupid as that, I find it difficult to relate to anyone else who shares the same enjoyment. However, I face a challenge, when confronting the other music goers. Most of them often give me a funny look, implying their belief that I am an imposter and I will never belong in such music culture.
For instance, I fucking enjoy metal music, which is the first rhythm I enjoy as a child. Yet, none of the metalheads enjoy seeing me, as I look like this
Not my best look but it indicates how I do not look the part, any part of the music culture.
But really, are you that deep in shithole that you need to assume a look to be a part of something. And by giving me faces, you bury yourself even deeper my friend. I like how I look so sod off, and I like my coffee just like my metal. Haa no coffee is shit, and metal music is not.
BooYah
Pop-ish twats wear shits, punk kids try to look tough, indie peeps dress annoyingly 'cool', and hipsters are a sad excuse.
Oh yeah, and metal heads should look like this
To note, that is a bloke looking funnily like a girl, or it is just me that thought he looks more like a girl.
While I enjoy almost all types of music, except the ones where the lines consist of something to do with fucking a girl or smacking her arse, or anything remotely stupid as that, I find it difficult to relate to anyone else who shares the same enjoyment. However, I face a challenge, when confronting the other music goers. Most of them often give me a funny look, implying their belief that I am an imposter and I will never belong in such music culture.
For instance, I fucking enjoy metal music, which is the first rhythm I enjoy as a child. Yet, none of the metalheads enjoy seeing me, as I look like this
Not my best look but it indicates how I do not look the part, any part of the music culture.
But really, are you that deep in shithole that you need to assume a look to be a part of something. And by giving me faces, you bury yourself even deeper my friend. I like how I look so sod off, and I like my coffee just like my metal. Haa no coffee is shit, and metal music is not.
BooYah
HB
I am under privilege. For the ability to live pass you.
Around the circus I dream. Press feeding your eyes.
I am under. Cloud nine and a half.
By no weave. Hinging me in.
.......................
While people worry on the endless loneliness in others, I worry about their mental state.
Two is a party, and one is a ghost. Traveling through the age of survival.
For me to be a ghost, is, undeniably, the most precious thing I could ever possess.
Until that other comes by - I will pass through your windows. Prancing with your best memory (ies).
I understand the concern coming in. But really, do I appear to be horrified about life. Or you are imagining this, to taunt me with your ties.
It is not easy flying by. Searching for the ghost to haunt me. I am no you or she or they or everyone. I am the stone rolling in - making rough remarks. On the girly eyes, the C+ smile, and the ingenuous days you wish for me to dream on.
Believe me when I say I am fine. Proof:
1) I google for all animals with an addition of the word 'fat', and I sure enjoy it.
2) I youtube kids scarred for life - by being tricked into tricks, and hell I love it.
3) I talk to myself about the world and everything else in between, and you better believe I like it.
and
4) I do everything for my own pleasure, and you cannot tell me how terrible it is.
The reason of the thrill I absorb, is because I do things for me and my mind. In a party, there is no 'I' and there can never be.
When a premise to be a selfish bastard is presented to you - without any hazard to be
purported on others, why not jump into it. My selfishness harm nobody - yet. With it, I must make use of it before it fades. Like all the other traits I used to have.
So the next time you feel bad about me not having a partner, reflect on the things you have missed. The infinity of laughs by only watching people caught up in confusion. The infinity of watery eyes, by having daddy longlegs scare the fuck out of you.
Hence, with the new trend, I am lulzing at you for not hanging on. Square.
Around the circus I dream. Press feeding your eyes.
I am under. Cloud nine and a half.
By no weave. Hinging me in.
.......................
While people worry on the endless loneliness in others, I worry about their mental state.
Two is a party, and one is a ghost. Traveling through the age of survival.
For me to be a ghost, is, undeniably, the most precious thing I could ever possess.
Until that other comes by - I will pass through your windows. Prancing with your best memory (ies).
I understand the concern coming in. But really, do I appear to be horrified about life. Or you are imagining this, to taunt me with your ties.
It is not easy flying by. Searching for the ghost to haunt me. I am no you or she or they or everyone. I am the stone rolling in - making rough remarks. On the girly eyes, the C+ smile, and the ingenuous days you wish for me to dream on.
Believe me when I say I am fine. Proof:
1) I google for all animals with an addition of the word 'fat', and I sure enjoy it.
2) I youtube kids scarred for life - by being tricked into tricks, and hell I love it.
3) I talk to myself about the world and everything else in between, and you better believe I like it.
and
4) I do everything for my own pleasure, and you cannot tell me how terrible it is.
The reason of the thrill I absorb, is because I do things for me and my mind. In a party, there is no 'I' and there can never be.
When a premise to be a selfish bastard is presented to you - without any hazard to be
purported on others, why not jump into it. My selfishness harm nobody - yet. With it, I must make use of it before it fades. Like all the other traits I used to have.
So the next time you feel bad about me not having a partner, reflect on the things you have missed. The infinity of laughs by only watching people caught up in confusion. The infinity of watery eyes, by having daddy longlegs scare the fuck out of you.
Hence, with the new trend, I am lulzing at you for not hanging on. Square.
G
Once you get in
with eyes threading
on the stoned lips
In further carry on
a moment of crude
gently withering
And I could
draw for you
to set off
the fire under
Till now
you have forgone
the minutes of viral
flood the scene
When all seems to end,
forward
pacify the sky
..............................
Is it terrible having 13-16 years old boys asking my mother about me. I don't respond to the calls so I can't be a paedophile.
with eyes threading
on the stoned lips
In further carry on
a moment of crude
gently withering
And I could
draw for you
to set off
the fire under
Till now
you have forgone
the minutes of viral
flood the scene
When all seems to end,
forward
pacify the sky
..............................
Is it terrible having 13-16 years old boys asking my mother about me. I don't respond to the calls so I can't be a paedophile.
For the Lulz (Sec)
The recent takedown of The Sun’s website continues to captivate internet users, whether it is for or against the perpetrator, LulzSec.
It is commonly accepted that they do enjoy the attention, given their Twitter page accounting every completed ‘mission’. Denial of such is just plain abnormality of the mind.
I would not be too joyful if any of my accounts are hacked, though I would believe that they would be on the losing end - considering the lack of delicious information in any one of those accounts. Mind you, I am not luring your desire to prove me wrong.
With this I should direct my question on the very purpose of their attacks. Other than for the ‘lulz’, I wonder why its’ members conduct these operation. There is slight enjoyment that occupies me, though as this subject is well beyond my comprehension, I must admit how careless of me to take this as an entertainment.
My support is well provided when it comes to shoving it off to the big corporation on how they have manipulated the consumers by not protecting the data - when they should. However, do the LulzSec ever wonder that perhaps these corporations could not give a wanker on what has been proven - which ultimately, diminished the whole purpose of the operation.
As I stated, I am not within the knowledge of this subject. Therefore enlightenment could very well be appreciated.
The fact that they have stated to be disbanded and then attack The Sun makes me a bit off. As it reminds me of the day Jay-Z mentioned that –name- album would be his last for his retirement, and then came back with a new one several years later. Though with the LulzSec, it is different, as my ill feeling does not exist towards them.
While I enjoy the wits coming from the Lulzers (?), it would be gracious if they turn out to be nothing like the posters on Guardian expected them to be – young, non-social geeks.
Nothing is within my expectation that my words would be traced by them, but if they did, feel free to not meddle with my internet shits because I actually like you :), unless you are awkward non-social geeks who would do anything to justify your love for Star Wars or anything akin to it.
By the way, how much of an extra time and interest you must have, considering I never really enjoy the internet other than random lulz I get from random search. Oh......
It is commonly accepted that they do enjoy the attention, given their Twitter page accounting every completed ‘mission’. Denial of such is just plain abnormality of the mind.
I would not be too joyful if any of my accounts are hacked, though I would believe that they would be on the losing end - considering the lack of delicious information in any one of those accounts. Mind you, I am not luring your desire to prove me wrong.
With this I should direct my question on the very purpose of their attacks. Other than for the ‘lulz’, I wonder why its’ members conduct these operation. There is slight enjoyment that occupies me, though as this subject is well beyond my comprehension, I must admit how careless of me to take this as an entertainment.
My support is well provided when it comes to shoving it off to the big corporation on how they have manipulated the consumers by not protecting the data - when they should. However, do the LulzSec ever wonder that perhaps these corporations could not give a wanker on what has been proven - which ultimately, diminished the whole purpose of the operation.
As I stated, I am not within the knowledge of this subject. Therefore enlightenment could very well be appreciated.
The fact that they have stated to be disbanded and then attack The Sun makes me a bit off. As it reminds me of the day Jay-Z mentioned that –name- album would be his last for his retirement, and then came back with a new one several years later. Though with the LulzSec, it is different, as my ill feeling does not exist towards them.
While I enjoy the wits coming from the Lulzers (?), it would be gracious if they turn out to be nothing like the posters on Guardian expected them to be – young, non-social geeks.
Nothing is within my expectation that my words would be traced by them, but if they did, feel free to not meddle with my internet shits because I actually like you :), unless you are awkward non-social geeks who would do anything to justify your love for Star Wars or anything akin to it.
By the way, how much of an extra time and interest you must have, considering I never really enjoy the internet other than random lulz I get from random search. Oh......
F
Let the waves swallow our eyes
wrestling
as a reminder
The marks we paint
washing away
the high blues
With days we take
submitting
to the soul underneath
And the promises
would cripple
under our breath
wrestling
as a reminder
The marks we paint
washing away
the high blues
With days we take
submitting
to the soul underneath
And the promises
would cripple
under our breath
After-Delight
An afternoon of past encounter. Exactly three years of past.
Time changed people. It changed me and certainly everyone else involved in the wicked
circle of life.
We spent a lunch together, after three years of non-physical contact with each other. I was expectantly cold off my feet. Worried on how we might turned out to hate the company. Like almost all my past faces, she grew much taller than I am. I don't quite fancy the outcome time had imposed, as we now no longer converged upon the same bubble.
with time, she finally discovered how I couldn't give a flying monkey - when it comes to saying things. The instance being me lashing out on the smoking culture, when sokers behind us could've easily heard me.
It was also found that I am, definitely, an evil insensitive being.
Precisely a 'face I'd like to kick', as pointed out by another friend while comparing
me to Mr. Jimmy Carr - not a bad comparison I must say.
At such, I learned she sounded a lot mature than I am, by way of the tone of her voice (she sounds like a grown up, and I sound like I just popped out of my mother). Fitting perfectly behind a table of brilliant panel of brilliant people. And she planned on Medicine world for Uni. While I cringed on the idea of being a working adult.
She had, indeed, made me felt like a little twat. Nothing bad about it, since she felt the same. Crying on the fact that I am going to my third year of Law School at 20, while she, an aspiring being at 19, waiting for an entry.
Reminiscing the weekend trip that brought us a bond, of the time spent learning about each other. While spending the next three not knowing each other.
I am by a lot, felt the need to grow up. To set aside my imaginarium, the video games, the sugar high carefree vibe, the peter-pan life. It could be time for me to be more like her. Sounds all grown up with a deep stern voice.
Eh fuck it, I like being a child, of babies voice. I like my imagination, video games, hyperself. I like being looked upon as a soft sand on feet. Then terrorize the world with sandstorm. By this I don't mean to hijack a plane or perform mass murder.
If there's one thing I learn over the lunch, by no way should you adopt a sparkling face while telling a terrible story. Apparently I did. Must've been the anxiety.
Time changed people. It changed me and certainly everyone else involved in the wicked
circle of life.
We spent a lunch together, after three years of non-physical contact with each other. I was expectantly cold off my feet. Worried on how we might turned out to hate the company. Like almost all my past faces, she grew much taller than I am. I don't quite fancy the outcome time had imposed, as we now no longer converged upon the same bubble.
with time, she finally discovered how I couldn't give a flying monkey - when it comes to saying things. The instance being me lashing out on the smoking culture, when sokers behind us could've easily heard me.
It was also found that I am, definitely, an evil insensitive being.
Precisely a 'face I'd like to kick', as pointed out by another friend while comparing
me to Mr. Jimmy Carr - not a bad comparison I must say.
At such, I learned she sounded a lot mature than I am, by way of the tone of her voice (she sounds like a grown up, and I sound like I just popped out of my mother). Fitting perfectly behind a table of brilliant panel of brilliant people. And she planned on Medicine world for Uni. While I cringed on the idea of being a working adult.
She had, indeed, made me felt like a little twat. Nothing bad about it, since she felt the same. Crying on the fact that I am going to my third year of Law School at 20, while she, an aspiring being at 19, waiting for an entry.
Reminiscing the weekend trip that brought us a bond, of the time spent learning about each other. While spending the next three not knowing each other.
I am by a lot, felt the need to grow up. To set aside my imaginarium, the video games, the sugar high carefree vibe, the peter-pan life. It could be time for me to be more like her. Sounds all grown up with a deep stern voice.
Eh fuck it, I like being a child, of babies voice. I like my imagination, video games, hyperself. I like being looked upon as a soft sand on feet. Then terrorize the world with sandstorm. By this I don't mean to hijack a plane or perform mass murder.
If there's one thing I learn over the lunch, by no way should you adopt a sparkling face while telling a terrible story. Apparently I did. Must've been the anxiety.
I
If there is something to talk about,
the feet that tangles would bring it out,
making words to fall out of the tongue
and until then there will be thoughts,
rummaging nights for empty eyes
by the round table on a false light
for it to be more convenient,
to think of ways to cheat time,
for it to be more
than counting sheep at night.
the feet that tangles would bring it out,
making words to fall out of the tongue
and until then there will be thoughts,
rummaging nights for empty eyes
by the round table on a false light
for it to be more convenient,
to think of ways to cheat time,
for it to be more
than counting sheep at night.
This is the youth of today
When I first watch this, I know it is either that I am still dizzy from the sleep, or I have gone mental.
But I believe this song and video pretty much sums up the world of today's youth.
By observing each separately, you will infuse your head in the horrible structure of kids these days. The music is a shit, no point clarifying and explaining it. But the video is the best. I mean where else can you see idiots pretending to run but unfortunately is unable to. I bet that is how this whole shuffling manic starts. One kid trying to impress the peers by swift move and amazing sprint. However, lack of time spent outdoors forced his body to make him look rather stupid. As a defense, he made up a dance move excuse without weighing the fact that he looks like an idiot. And voila, the birth of a hip trend that embarrasses other less hip kids for not loving it.
Truthfully, I do not even want to figure how the world would evolve, considering this is put up and people are not as livid about the cultural movement as I am. Mission caveman will still be in my thoughts. Thank you a band (more like a couple of funny looking fellows) that is dodgy enough to wear a jacket with only one proper sleeve and shove mockeries in my face when I am denying its' sea of coolness.
Feel free to blame God
I am quite put off when people are going mental on subject of gay rights.
I for one have no belief in such but that does not warrant myself to be in the circle of condemnation. Some of us are just that incapable in fighting the urge to hate something. Be it people, animal or things. Does that make you a horrible twat.
I don't enjoy the sight of chavs and often make fun of them. Though there is none, other than the chavs themselves hinted me with a glance of hatred. They are people as well. So why the fuck no one bothers when they are being made fun of, sometimes discriminate through awful remarks. Why hasn't there be any chavs parade or groups upholding their status as wankers.
My point being if you can obliterate the concepts on the existence of religions or awful people, then you should know there is no such right granted for you to tell people off when doing something you supposedly believe to be the righteous path.
Homosexuality is not an excuse for you to be better than anyone. You might be a subject of animosity even if you are not gay. Hence, stop assuming a responsibility to chant away 'God made me this way' because there is a slight chance, every murderers, rapists and fucked up beings using the same excuse.
I and probably everyone else, have no issue on you being a person attracted to another with the same component as yours. We just lose it when there is this pretentious dilemma in living due to non-acceptance. Muslims, Buddhists, Disables, Specials and Popes are put in worst positions as you are. So think again when you mock people for not standing by your side. Even an ordinary being have it tough.
And stop it with the stupid drawn brows and pink coloured shits.
I for one have no belief in such but that does not warrant myself to be in the circle of condemnation. Some of us are just that incapable in fighting the urge to hate something. Be it people, animal or things. Does that make you a horrible twat.
I don't enjoy the sight of chavs and often make fun of them. Though there is none, other than the chavs themselves hinted me with a glance of hatred. They are people as well. So why the fuck no one bothers when they are being made fun of, sometimes discriminate through awful remarks. Why hasn't there be any chavs parade or groups upholding their status as wankers.
My point being if you can obliterate the concepts on the existence of religions or awful people, then you should know there is no such right granted for you to tell people off when doing something you supposedly believe to be the righteous path.
Homosexuality is not an excuse for you to be better than anyone. You might be a subject of animosity even if you are not gay. Hence, stop assuming a responsibility to chant away 'God made me this way' because there is a slight chance, every murderers, rapists and fucked up beings using the same excuse.
I and probably everyone else, have no issue on you being a person attracted to another with the same component as yours. We just lose it when there is this pretentious dilemma in living due to non-acceptance. Muslims, Buddhists, Disables, Specials and Popes are put in worst positions as you are. So think again when you mock people for not standing by your side. Even an ordinary being have it tough.
And stop it with the stupid drawn brows and pink coloured shits.
6
I'd like to swim in the air
and let it stroke my feelings
have it calm the flushing veins
the moving aches
the terror lips
I'd like to feed myself to the sun
and let it turn me
have it search in my eyes
the whispering touch
the unwanted light
Angelica Wednesday
I would probably end up changing my name to Angelica Wednesday. Since both are the most common characters of which believed to resemble myself. It is good, in a way, since I grow up watching and enjoying both of them. At one period I have assumed them to be me.
The only problem I have whenever others tell me about this very truth is that Wednesday has an extensive area of forehead, which is one of the subject of ridicule I experienced growing up. I would never expect people to see me as an amazing, fancy, and pretty character, as I am nothing of that traits. I enjoy being a person presumed to have come from other planet and drink blood (at one point I had savour). It comfort me to understand that I am build to be a person I intended to be before I could even access my mind.
Which brings me to the constant thoughts and fear of losing everything I have lived upon. My head, my heart, and the hard visioned companions I have always keep. This belongs to many conversations I have with few friends, on change, the inevitability in life. People are not generally of my interest and commonly viewed by me as horrible beings.
But what would happen if one day, I become part of it. When I lose interest in a solo conversation, and everything else I have always love. What happen if I start to care about being smart, pretty and known.
I will never give up in life, as it is quite impossible for me to do such. Giving up occurs only when you realized the best way to live is to die. To exist further.
Though I might one day give up, for losing these things I have known my whole entire life, for another set of chance.
I If
If ever I believe God speaks to me. Then you should know I have been lost. Not in mind, but in you. As difficult for me to admit I will never find you, it is even more to stop believing. They made me stay. Though the permission to further exists, they would not free me. Let me roam after the fence. You should know this is the reason we have never meet. There is nothing in my action that made it into an insanity streak. To never have found. You.
If ever I believe God does not listen to me. Then you should know. I never wish to find you. Beyond the cold swimming lessons. I realize life is better when the thought of the other ceases. And then the visions blur. Making sense of everyone else's mistake. It is everything in my action. To make you dream. The reason(s) we should never meet.
If ever I believe God does not listen to me. Then you should know. I never wish to find you. Beyond the cold swimming lessons. I realize life is better when the thought of the other ceases. And then the visions blur. Making sense of everyone else's mistake. It is everything in my action. To make you dream. The reason(s) we should never meet.
Natural Mystics
If I vow for my life, where should I flee to. Shall I keep this under my nails, and pray on where it would take me. Though I am not convinced by your fragile lips, your withered tongue. For under this false infatuation, you let your eyes in me.
Hoa Lo : 1
Courage only exists in beliefs.
Hoa Lo prison, situated in the heart of Ha Noi, Vietnam. Now only a living memory and proof of carnage, preserved and open for public to be a first-hand witness to a buried terror.
Commonly known as Hell's Hole, it is once a home of numbers of Vietnamese prisoners, mainly of political being. The French had suppressed political campaigns of the Local in agitating for Independance.
I am not much for the period where American Pilots were detained (Vietnam War), as they were provided with a normal living condition, of which unattainable by the Vietnamese People outside the prison at the time. Not trying to paint a bad picture, but you can develop your own judgment on this particular subject.
In today's hard current position, we fight for freedom. Though it is maintainable as we keep on going back and forth while playing the cards. I have understand, during the days of Vietnamese pre-independence, the French was not in deep sleep with many of the locals conjointly fighting for an independence via political ideologies. As for preservation of the cowardice tradition, those involved in any way is sent to Hoa La, not only to keep them away from those under the arms of the French, but to torture and assisting in creating a Hell on earth.
The courage is dressed in a numbered cloth, with it being the only comfort during the stay.
The view of those unfairly silenced.
This is where a clear look on the condition of those detained, where shackles prevent them from any sort of movement. This is where my heart started to sank, as several circumstances are walked through. From the view of ideas exchanged to a grief in arm. They witness cruelty, friendship, and death, all on the very cold metal steel, the closest to live a life.
Entering the chamber excite hairs to stand up the way they should not be doing. With the eyes holding back the very spill. Day and night, 1-15-30, they sit by the warmth of each other and at times, violence erupt where the only help to the beaten is a strong phrase for the brave.
It is difficult for me to imagine the collection of courage and strength to face with your own beliefs. These heroic souls are telling us a message, so powerful that only death could deliver. Yet, we keep on shuffling for a new start.
And a wheelchair bound protester on this historic atrocity begged:
If we pray to God that our side is right, it would not shine the day better.
F
I will climb on my own
bed again once I find you.
To edge me against
the kneeling image of them.
While the water runs through me
I will keep my eyes open.
For it too difficult
to watch your feet dragging away.
Until I could speak again
these peculiar things would occur
as the fears are not in me
when they are only watching me.
bed again once I find you.
To edge me against
the kneeling image of them.
While the water runs through me
I will keep my eyes open.
For it too difficult
to watch your feet dragging away.
Until I could speak again
these peculiar things would occur
as the fears are not in me
when they are only watching me.
Does this make you happy?
Should I feel the need to be anything slithering underneath. To assume the creation of fragmented lights.
I could be the reflection of visions, or a hole drifted apart.
................................
Social composition of what appears to be within the circle of normalcy cannot be inflicted in a condition of pure stimulation of the mind. The case made against everything existing in revert of the expectations made me understand the nature of human as a complete outrage.
With that, it is in a simple form of acceptance that physical satisfaction means nothing but a gust of winds blowing your senses away. Regardless of non-physical existence of love, nothing changes. Unless you decide to believe that in your mind.
I am certain someone has said to me that 'Happiness visible to others is a happiness forced'. And he also mentions that if you are happy and satisfied in your mind, it is irrelevant for a point of regression to take part.
Hence, no one can tell me to stop lingering in my imagination. Even if they do, I will always have my trusted severe disorder, selective hearing.
Cheers to life and made up health condition.
I could be the reflection of visions, or a hole drifted apart.
................................
Social composition of what appears to be within the circle of normalcy cannot be inflicted in a condition of pure stimulation of the mind. The case made against everything existing in revert of the expectations made me understand the nature of human as a complete outrage.
With that, it is in a simple form of acceptance that physical satisfaction means nothing but a gust of winds blowing your senses away. Regardless of non-physical existence of love, nothing changes. Unless you decide to believe that in your mind.
I am certain someone has said to me that 'Happiness visible to others is a happiness forced'. And he also mentions that if you are happy and satisfied in your mind, it is irrelevant for a point of regression to take part.
Hence, no one can tell me to stop lingering in my imagination. Even if they do, I will always have my trusted severe disorder, selective hearing.
Cheers to life and made up health condition.
Accuse Me
It is somewhat entertaining upon every mention of such phrase, since he actually mean to say 'Excuse me'. Language barrier did not hinder his every sense of awkward charm.
The boating or old cruise ship experience was super. A night well spent though I jumped into the sheet tad early due to the fact that none of the members were close enough to enjoy a stupid conversation with me.
There are more than 100 small islands in the Ha Long Bay and our ship stationed itself in the middle of a fantastic view, with other ships surrounding ours. Reminiscing the old war films I have enjoyed as a child.
I could not help myself in setting aside the idea of actually having a proper company on board, would make it better. Lounging on the deck with thoughts of conquering the whole ship with faces and voices I could place, brought me a motion of joy that never exists.
Activities swirled along my cup of tea, which forced my muscles to smile their way to visions.
Unfortunately,
The boys had to gave up our fifth spot when I was unable to cheer for them. Nonetheless, I put on the Red shirt with the Irish Happy Buddha spotting my bravery. As he put it, ABU lads, Anything But United.
With all these to be put behind, I have to endorse the idea that I might have to marry a local since more than three of them have splurged me with brilliant remarks. And it is the only place in the world (where I have set foot on) with eyes smiling back at me, and clinging on the side of the wall to watch me. A bit creepy, but if I ever wish to marry, it is either this or the mad Russian boy who scares me even further.
Fuck it, I will stick to an adopted child in a cave with a cable telly.
The boating or old cruise ship experience was super. A night well spent though I jumped into the sheet tad early due to the fact that none of the members were close enough to enjoy a stupid conversation with me.
There are more than 100 small islands in the Ha Long Bay and our ship stationed itself in the middle of a fantastic view, with other ships surrounding ours. Reminiscing the old war films I have enjoyed as a child.
I could not help myself in setting aside the idea of actually having a proper company on board, would make it better. Lounging on the deck with thoughts of conquering the whole ship with faces and voices I could place, brought me a motion of joy that never exists.
Activities swirled along my cup of tea, which forced my muscles to smile their way to visions.
Unfortunately,
The boys had to gave up our fifth spot when I was unable to cheer for them. Nonetheless, I put on the Red shirt with the Irish Happy Buddha spotting my bravery. As he put it, ABU lads, Anything But United.
With all these to be put behind, I have to endorse the idea that I might have to marry a local since more than three of them have splurged me with brilliant remarks. And it is the only place in the world (where I have set foot on) with eyes smiling back at me, and clinging on the side of the wall to watch me. A bit creepy, but if I ever wish to marry, it is either this or the mad Russian boy who scares me even further.
Fuck it, I will stick to an adopted child in a cave with a cable telly.
Vietnam. The First Sight
I don't usually go around Asia for my eyes to explore. With this trip as a gift from mother, I could finally search for another piece of Asia.
The wonderful thing about Asian Region is, the multiple existence of diverse aesthetics. Each country provides you with a touch of wonder.
Getting my feet on the country is a pleasant experience, as the weather is as appealing as the pictures revealed to us beforehand. The funny thing is, my mother seems to believed the Vietnamese finds me different, hence the constant glare and funky smiles.
The first thing that grabbed my attention is the buildings. I have no clue on whether we are situated in the city, since everything looks the same. The buildings are relatively thin, as in super slim. It can be said to be the size of a standard house room. Though they multiplies the comfort by having it 3-4 stories height. Not to mention a dash of vibrant colours illuminating the immense surrounding.
Traffic here is as it is in India. Where the rude sounds and confusing turns trouble the mind of a fresh feet.
I can't really say much as I haven't move forward with the dating activities with this country. However, from the little bargain, it is an amazing few hours in Hanoi.
To the awesome looking cruise ship!
The wonderful thing about Asian Region is, the multiple existence of diverse aesthetics. Each country provides you with a touch of wonder.
Getting my feet on the country is a pleasant experience, as the weather is as appealing as the pictures revealed to us beforehand. The funny thing is, my mother seems to believed the Vietnamese finds me different, hence the constant glare and funky smiles.
The first thing that grabbed my attention is the buildings. I have no clue on whether we are situated in the city, since everything looks the same. The buildings are relatively thin, as in super slim. It can be said to be the size of a standard house room. Though they multiplies the comfort by having it 3-4 stories height. Not to mention a dash of vibrant colours illuminating the immense surrounding.
Traffic here is as it is in India. Where the rude sounds and confusing turns trouble the mind of a fresh feet.
I can't really say much as I haven't move forward with the dating activities with this country. However, from the little bargain, it is an amazing few hours in Hanoi.
To the awesome looking cruise ship!
Not going out
For the past year, I have been living like almost any other child my age.
It does hit me, that I am not, and never will be in the same position as my peers. I do apologize to friends of mine who constantly forced to deal with my deficiency.
I have never enjoyed going out, ever since I was younger. It annoys the shit out of me, and bothers me unconditionally. Though by living with mates, I do try to compensate my being by joining their activities. For a normal scoundrel, it is a fun filled moment. Given that the meaning of fun is as I had assumed, I am your abnormal youth-y scoundrel.
The youth is essentially a corrupt circle of fun people. They are well guarded by the needs and live life to the fullest.
And I, a sad lonely git (as taken by others) will save my money from the awful tradition of fun, for my history log.
10 years for now, I will miss a heap of shit movies. And there will be no regret. Though it is quite impossible as we are flawed constituted parts and we will regret any dust in our eyes.
Hence, lets not give a fuck about anything you do not wish to be associated with.
And much apologies dear friends, I like foods and animals. And you :)
It does hit me, that I am not, and never will be in the same position as my peers. I do apologize to friends of mine who constantly forced to deal with my deficiency.
I have never enjoyed going out, ever since I was younger. It annoys the shit out of me, and bothers me unconditionally. Though by living with mates, I do try to compensate my being by joining their activities. For a normal scoundrel, it is a fun filled moment. Given that the meaning of fun is as I had assumed, I am your abnormal youth-y scoundrel.
The youth is essentially a corrupt circle of fun people. They are well guarded by the needs and live life to the fullest.
And I, a sad lonely git (as taken by others) will save my money from the awful tradition of fun, for my history log.
10 years for now, I will miss a heap of shit movies. And there will be no regret. Though it is quite impossible as we are flawed constituted parts and we will regret any dust in our eyes.
Hence, lets not give a fuck about anything you do not wish to be associated with.
And much apologies dear friends, I like foods and animals. And you :)
E
For I have too long forgotten how your breath feels on my skin
Though we never quite share any moments
of the lines that would under expectation
be trace and count upon
Failure of circumstances
bring mine against yours
with forever it being written
How I ponder on this very triviality
With wary foaming in laughters
hiding the senses and feelings
for pride and unhinging ties
Vicious pretense to awe
calamity of the storm
If they would let me hear you breathe once more
There would be no words for you to hope for
Though we never quite share any moments
of the lines that would under expectation
be trace and count upon
Failure of circumstances
bring mine against yours
with forever it being written
How I ponder on this very triviality
With wary foaming in laughters
hiding the senses and feelings
for pride and unhinging ties
Vicious pretense to awe
calamity of the storm
If they would let me hear you breathe once more
There would be no words for you to hope for
To Abandon The One
A couple of days and I would no longer be a child. At least by the looks of my age. I do not quite understand the notion of a celebration of a birthday. Cakes and present are not necessarily my cup of tea when being reminded that I am no longer a 10 years old.
Which takes me back 10 years ago.
I was the kind of child no one really bothered in having, since I look more like a son than a daughter. At such age I was propelled into a life where a normal year of enjoyment was snatched away from me. I never had the life as a Grade 4 student and I never understand any of the things learned at such stage. The period was excruciating for me to endure but it did provide me with a sustainable form.
If I had never listen to mother in time-traveling a year forward, I would probably be one of the girl who is too bored to do anything.
Evidently, the realization hit me several years later, which indicated how much my mind had stopped babying around. I understand how much matters been absorbed by leaving those 365 days of a normal 10 years old. Without the abandonment, I might never meet any of the people I now enjoy (or hate) being with.
If there is one thing I would be unhappy of, with the 20 approaching me is that, I will no longer carry the one in front with happiness. Cause' I am now a two in life.
A two in one life. A two in a choice. A two in a vision. A two in a memory.
Yes, the two is never a good sign, which is why there is such thing as a skimming heart.
Which takes me back 10 years ago.
I was the kind of child no one really bothered in having, since I look more like a son than a daughter. At such age I was propelled into a life where a normal year of enjoyment was snatched away from me. I never had the life as a Grade 4 student and I never understand any of the things learned at such stage. The period was excruciating for me to endure but it did provide me with a sustainable form.
If I had never listen to mother in time-traveling a year forward, I would probably be one of the girl who is too bored to do anything.
Evidently, the realization hit me several years later, which indicated how much my mind had stopped babying around. I understand how much matters been absorbed by leaving those 365 days of a normal 10 years old. Without the abandonment, I might never meet any of the people I now enjoy (or hate) being with.
If there is one thing I would be unhappy of, with the 20 approaching me is that, I will no longer carry the one in front with happiness. Cause' I am now a two in life.
A two in one life. A two in a choice. A two in a vision. A two in a memory.
Yes, the two is never a good sign, which is why there is such thing as a skimming heart.
Blazin Chavs
Reminiscing the days when Chavs were quite of a celebration. Had a laugh with a friend on how un-cool the lads were. I believe people by now should know to not trust kids who pretend to be rapping around while hanging out in an unfinished road.
There is one brilliant youtube commenter saying 'I bet they're working in Tesco now'. It is a bit insensitive to degrade Chavs, but it is a spot on observation on kids who does nothing better than form a giant group of un-funny boys.
The sad thing is, Martin Kelly could very well be one of these lads, from the view of the dodgy pictures posted. Regardless, he is still a talented young gun, not matter how much of a chav he may seem.
What a sad world we are living in today.
Hillsborough: 96
Growing up as a child supporting Liverpool FC, I was always quite aware of the tragedy that rendered 15th of April as date unlike any other.
Despite the sense of knowing an inch of such history, I was not in any shape to understand the situation when it happened, as I was not even born. Hence, no feelings ever developed or evaluated on the matter. However, as I entered Law School, I got the chance to understand the cases involving the Hillsborough Disaster, seeding greater effects in me. Reading the lines as I had placed myself as a spectator of the disaster itself apprehend my thoughts on how those involved would have felt.
A tremendous wave shook me and propel me into a realisation that it is more than a remembrance of those who never got the chance to return, but it is a catch on a band that pull those involved and the fans through the painful memory, cementing a recognition on how those lives shall never be forgotten.
To witnessed the aching minutes that took the lives away cannot be compared to anything remotely akin.
However, this had staple an image of football as a great sporting event. Since the tragedy, the 96 lives had been showered with tears and thought within and outside of The Reds circle. It had extended further into the football minds and hearts.
To know how one agonizing event consolidate the different crests and chants made it even more significant.
Words cannot be put together to express my thoughts and feelings on this particular matter. With this, my heavy heart goes to those who had been carrying the tears all the while.
"People cry, not because they're weak. It's because they've been strong for too long." - Rafa Benitez
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