I had asked Jack whether he owns an electrocuting (?) machine since his hair looked rather weird in such upward position. To make the question even more inappropriate, I accused him (in a polite manner) of having spending a large amount of money on hairgel.
Guess the question will never be answered as to the degree of how inappropriate it was. He's a twat anyway, a posh cunning-charming-tad adorable twat. Just when I had learn to dislike him, he grew stubbles. He can read my mind and he knows it. Fucking knob. You are not funny anyway.
No wonder why I never last in any relationship. Like they all said 'Sarcasm is part of your charm, which exactly what kills the bond'. (?)
Such manic world we are living eh? And tinkie winkie is a man with a handbag, get over it :[
All of Once
The passing of my being through your window,
has made me realized how far we had walked
From the start where our fingers touched,
to the end of our synchronized beats of hearts.
The smiles in the summer
The heats of the night
Bring me back to the past
When the love was bright.
When the sun goes down,
your eyes sunk.
While you took over my conscience,
you laughed.
Cold memories
Please freeze the time.
Ship me back
To where it begun.
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I had to wait for a while to watch this film. Must say this was an epic scene. I never really listen to Roxy but this scene was briliant. The dancing and how it was in slow motion but her lips were in sync. Must've been fun doing it. :)
has made me realized how far we had walked
From the start where our fingers touched,
to the end of our synchronized beats of hearts.
The smiles in the summer
The heats of the night
Bring me back to the past
When the love was bright.
When the sun goes down,
your eyes sunk.
While you took over my conscience,
you laughed.
Cold memories
Please freeze the time.
Ship me back
To where it begun.
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I had to wait for a while to watch this film. Must say this was an epic scene. I never really listen to Roxy but this scene was briliant. The dancing and how it was in slow motion but her lips were in sync. Must've been fun doing it. :)
Cheap Drinks
Made my kitchen feels like a brewing factory.
I hate the smell of beer. It stinks. Thanks to you, now the sink smells beer.
The air was waving when she left her last mark.
A step foward would pushed her behind.
To stay in position where a different season might be bruised.
From her every words.
And her every guilt.
I hate the smell of beer. It stinks. Thanks to you, now the sink smells beer.
The air was waving when she left her last mark.
A step foward would pushed her behind.
To stay in position where a different season might be bruised.
From her every words.
And her every guilt.
Carpet?
A beige one as your screensaver?
I am happy and content enough to like you, but this, it's a bit far too much.
I take weird photos but never a carpet.
Never has it occurred to me that it would made such ideal screensaver.
Maybe a wall, but carpet, no, just no.
I guess these kind of people made me feel that it is okay to grow older. They basically have gotten larger or funnier in the face, but everything else seemed the same as it was before. My teacher for instance, she reminded me of being the future me. Well, I would've been reminiscing this unless I am under the soil all this while. She sort of fit all the things that I want to be when I grow up. Excluding being a teacher, I would be happy if I will become more or less similar to her (as in when I am at the age she is at the moment).
Age is just a matter of numbers?
No, it is a matter of your progress.
It is not about being a pessimist, it's about getting real. Positive is not really a good thing. Not in a pregnancy test when you are seventeen, not for any medical tests (some, I believe). Being positive actually decreases your average amount of thoughts, and that might results in moronic behaviour. I won't budge in this one.
I am happy and content enough to like you, but this, it's a bit far too much.
I take weird photos but never a carpet.
Never has it occurred to me that it would made such ideal screensaver.
Maybe a wall, but carpet, no, just no.
I guess these kind of people made me feel that it is okay to grow older. They basically have gotten larger or funnier in the face, but everything else seemed the same as it was before. My teacher for instance, she reminded me of being the future me. Well, I would've been reminiscing this unless I am under the soil all this while. She sort of fit all the things that I want to be when I grow up. Excluding being a teacher, I would be happy if I will become more or less similar to her (as in when I am at the age she is at the moment).
Age is just a matter of numbers?
No, it is a matter of your progress.
It is not about being a pessimist, it's about getting real. Positive is not really a good thing. Not in a pregnancy test when you are seventeen, not for any medical tests (some, I believe). Being positive actually decreases your average amount of thoughts, and that might results in moronic behaviour. I won't budge in this one.
Cordially Invited to Taste The Cordial
Unexpected hat-trick from Benayoun.I couldn't stop eating junks.My new neighbour is a sorry-ass family who doesn't smile or talk to people.
His mental gallery has now denied any of my entry.
Failure to measure is not a problem.
I wish I still have him.
So I could talk about Medusa all day.
They breathe in vanity.
I choke myself on reality.
They chase fears to catch up with others.
And drank tears to adapt.
In situations far beyond grief.
Or adaptation below our dreams.
Making sense is a reckless behaviour.
A slight cut,
To make you understand.
That my mind and yours are not the same.
So pardon me with my inconsistencies.
And calamity of all sorts.
Lust for every moment.
Of which you would see my side.
To where my feelings for you subside.
That jukebox was your every needs.
Needing for me to exists.
In where your mouth speaks.
And your heart beats.
We were never within each other.
Though, we feel one another.
Distant emotions and careless devotion.
Longing for something,
Yearning for nothing.
If we could see each others eyes.
It wouldn't be pretty.
As we both would see the other self.
To where I'm praying for you.
Dreaming of you.
Your indefinite voice,
Your open thoughts.
Constructing these has made me feel empty.
Emptying the box to where I speak.
You will never find this as you has never exists.
This was a memory of which never lived.
His mental gallery has now denied any of my entry.
Failure to measure is not a problem.
I wish I still have him.
So I could talk about Medusa all day.
They breathe in vanity.
I choke myself on reality.
They chase fears to catch up with others.
And drank tears to adapt.
In situations far beyond grief.
Or adaptation below our dreams.
Making sense is a reckless behaviour.
A slight cut,
To make you understand.
That my mind and yours are not the same.
So pardon me with my inconsistencies.
And calamity of all sorts.
Lust for every moment.
Of which you would see my side.
To where my feelings for you subside.
That jukebox was your every needs.
Needing for me to exists.
In where your mouth speaks.
And your heart beats.
We were never within each other.
Though, we feel one another.
Distant emotions and careless devotion.
Longing for something,
Yearning for nothing.
If we could see each others eyes.
It wouldn't be pretty.
As we both would see the other self.
To where I'm praying for you.
Dreaming of you.
Your indefinite voice,
Your open thoughts.
Constructing these has made me feel empty.
Emptying the box to where I speak.
You will never find this as you has never exists.
This was a memory of which never lived.
Honesty is Not the Best Policy.
- You make friends cautiously and the friends you have are few and very close to you
- You need plenty of time alone in which to feed your Muse
- You are generally most comfortable in your own minds (which other, may have trouble deciphering)
- You tend to have a hard time with romance
How much more deeper can an internet 'observer' goes about saying. There are few others which I am too appalled to share it with. The internet constantly refused to let me down, especially when it comes to revealing things regarding myself. The word lazy, day-dreamer and such keep on repeating. Though I am actually intrigued by the statement of even if I don't draw or play an instrument, art and music play a big part in my life. Can't say it's pretty accurate since half of the time, I don't even notice on what's going on in my life.
In whatever way in may come, I should never leave the station as who knows where the bright number might takes me.
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The mind of her company
Glitters of joy, splashes of dismal.
From her, him and them.
To anticipate would potrays her insignificance.
A flick through the pages.
Of books and current news.
Provide nothing more than questions.
To why time has yet to progress.
Steps to where she stops.
To turn to the backdrop.
In witnessing the changes.
Of which has long gone.
Going back would suppress her thoughts.
On what she could have become.
Becoming her, him or them.
Buddy
'You've gotten grumpier and a tad bit mad now, whats happened?'
Really? Can I say I didn't notice that. Told ya' 09' is not really my year. Lack of intentional and nonsensical jokes and laughs have made it easier for others to evaluate me. It's almost like someone has been trying to screw off the child attached on me. Since nobody believed I am in Uni now, might as well be juvenile. You get away with being completely daft but at the same time, you pull some bad effects to your being.
It's like pulling teeth when dealing with situation involving your age-ing self. Scary how some referred to me as Luna Lovegood, the Looney in the Potter film. I did used Luna as username in CS a while back, wonder why I stopped playing. It was all fun and being a girl pretty much boost your reputation as gamer in the virtual world. I was invited to join others for numbers of time. I wasn't that good and I'm sure they'd noticed it. Still, I found joy in those silly little games. So much for kicking the bad habit, I'm on new unrealistic one now.
Six
Perched up on a high dwelling, she waited.
For them to greet her with a smile,
in delivering her to the mother's surface.
Of which others had witnessed the survival,
of vibrants and lives.
What's Your Feelings?
You're incomplete, I'm indifferent.
My lack of needs feed your attention.
Fill the gaps, attach our beings.
Let's not pretend, what's your feelings?
It's flattering how we could exhibit our emotions and feelings in all sorts of situation. Theoratically, humans are capable of enticing others in participating in the emotions fest. Though, I find it hard to believe most scientists. Half of the time, I find their works to be a solution to an excuse they have been trying to address in problems. Like OCD for people who can't stand grubby and dirty things or ADHD for kids who (unfortunately) slower than others. People works and thinks differently. It would be sad if we all think alike. Which is why sometimes I'm glad I don't really know people who compose words and thoughts like I do; not to give me pleasures in believing I am special. Don't want to be since special people are probably not even a human. Special is not a word I am looking for in fulfilling my life. The word 'special' appeals to obsessive and out of normality situation. Like special subject, referring to Aliens (which probably a joke). Lets not get into that shall we, won't ends peacefully.
Half (all) of the people who knows me, lamentably, knows nothing about me. For instance, my whole life has always evolve around sports and arts stuff which they were not aware of it. I grew up with boys who (obviously) take interest in sports. Since I was 6, on weekends, we would go to parks for frisbee, badminton and occasional football kick off. I joined the school track team when I got into the first grade and stayed till the 6th. Withal, the sportmanship in me did not stay long as I ditch the active side of me when I got into secondary school. By that time, I started to channel in my art side. Oblivious I was considering the fact that my mother never shared stories with me. She was in plays, dance recital and acted for University's club at some point. She, however was never interested in literature, musics and paintings. Nonetheless, I failed to disclose this traits at the early stage of my life, which on the other hand pleased me since I got to be the kid that I was. A (partially) wise man told me, 'Don't enjoy life in ways where you have to surrender to others publications of entertainment, thoughts and lifestyle'. I never really knew what he meant but my interpretation is to not study to much, party too much and bow down to musicians too much. Too much of everything can be lethal, and that could be validated by people who studies too much.
Mock me all you want, I'll never be as intelligent, as eloquent and as modern as you are, debarring the fact that you will never be as content as I am when living in a stage where others standard opinions are barred from entering others head, which does not make any sense at all but lets give way to me in not making any sense. I am happy to not know some dead guys opinions on the meaning of my hair colour or shits like that. I should make up stuff on that before uncovering their clarification on that particular matters. despite the fact that it will requires me to think logically (as in normally) often and how that would saddens me.
To me my 3rd position in the second last class is better than the 1st place of your first class morons. I think outside the pages and you people didn't. I don't want to be super smart anyway, since I never liked Einsteins' hairdo. Even he exclaim his thoughts are not based upon his intelligence but it is based on his curiosity. Howbeit (I felt like using this word since everyone I know loved using albeit, don't discriminate their relatives), by no means I am interested in Einstein because he seems odd to me. Way odd that I am capable in accepting it.
So, at this point, I can say I am happy no one really knows what exactly am I build upon. That would give them leverage in teasing me or taking an advantage upon me. Being the pessimist I am, I rather feel 'alone' than having 79 entities trailing my every pursuit.
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I need to stop shitting endlessly to the point an entry would be long since I know how much you hate it. Well, I don't write for you, not for anybody unless you or anyone else could accept the fact that the sending of the song 'Daniel' was not to charm you but it was meant to scare the fuck out of you. Despit your statement on how I should reduce my sense of excreting every sarcastic words I'm competant in spitting out, I can't. It might turn me into the next Jack Dee or Jimmy for that matter. So, pardon me for characterizing my bad qualities. If Kasabian actually calls for Banshie in their song, so can I, in no way relating to Banshie though.
Oh, I now realize, I am extensively productive in writing during minuit. (Haha)
:O
They've got the new season of Would I Lie to You on Youtube now!
Ah doesn't David looks fit now. How will that helps me in imagining him trolling around Coventry with the other National Trust members. His fit self will look ridiculous when he mentions anything on the history now. We want the old Mitchell back, at least I do. The thought of a good looking lad interested in history initiate the goosebumps on my skin. Not that it is not possible, it's just unlikely. Anyway, my eyes are glued to a different kind of 'good-looking' people, so no need to call for an emergency.
I've got Irvine Welsh 4Play today. Adaptations from Mr. Welsh's novels and there are (obviously) 4 plays in it and so far I'm loving it. I heard they've got Les Miserables's play in stores but I can't find it. There are lots of books that are far too distant from my beings. I have always wanted to get history books, but there are too damn expansive. Books are suppose to be enlightning but with that kind of price tag, it becomes excrutiatingly painful to read.
Life is all good until the world decided it was time for people to be illiterate and boring again.
Ah doesn't David looks fit now. How will that helps me in imagining him trolling around Coventry with the other National Trust members. His fit self will look ridiculous when he mentions anything on the history now. We want the old Mitchell back, at least I do. The thought of a good looking lad interested in history initiate the goosebumps on my skin. Not that it is not possible, it's just unlikely. Anyway, my eyes are glued to a different kind of 'good-looking' people, so no need to call for an emergency.
I've got Irvine Welsh 4Play today. Adaptations from Mr. Welsh's novels and there are (obviously) 4 plays in it and so far I'm loving it. I heard they've got Les Miserables's play in stores but I can't find it. There are lots of books that are far too distant from my beings. I have always wanted to get history books, but there are too damn expansive. Books are suppose to be enlightning but with that kind of price tag, it becomes excrutiatingly painful to read.
Life is all good until the world decided it was time for people to be illiterate and boring again.
M,m
" Whenever I want you, all I have to do, is dream"
Not so much when your freakishly lucid dreams haunt you. Though, the picture of having seated next to you, uttering words I would never have uttered, made me wonder, have I gone mad? It was as if all of the efforts of staging the ploy was real. As if the talking monkey I had long wished for appeared right in front of me. They say, if you dream of losing teeth, you are most likely in worries of your age-ing self and physical appearance. Yeah, I've always ponder on how I would survive getting older, how I could live another day leaving my past and younger self. Who coined these ayway.
Freud probably has the best eyesight in the world, since his books are in such fonts. Does praying for better eyesight a good pray? (Suggesting to spell it as prey will not make it a better phrase)
It's a bad thing when you suggest that I fit all the things I'm interested in. Only because your points fail to reflect the goods of it. 'Love trancends infatuation', how much more irrelevant can that be. Infatuation builds within the love itself. No one becomes infatuated because they were bloated with Tootsies. The love itself is a wrecking ball, when you switch it on that is. Being in love is like stuck in cage with your acquaintances staring straight at you. It's shit, or will be shit.
Does written intermission plays a role in writing materials?
I need female kopities, are the kop players that disgusting that only a pinch of female population supports them. Regardless of that, all my life, I had only A male buddy who's willing to stitch the lager brand onto his tummy. Liverpool aren't that bad since they've won almost all the title, but we need to win BPL this seasn for Stevie G. Unlike certain donkey, he has played and stayed loyal to the kops since he had first started.
Go, you figure it yourself.
What?
Are all librarian and bookshop attendance a bit snarky. In a sense that they over evaluate you as a customuer. Not that it is a bad thing, it just puzzles me.
I was thrilled when I heard we were going out for books (groceries and shits too). Though we went to a different store than I intended to release my thrilling bubbles. Nonetheless, I had to search for Winfield as I had been asked to get it. They had changed the book sections so I had to go to the information counter to asked it's whereabouts. The guy standing behind the counter looked as normal as any librarians would be. I threw him Winfield's name but somehow he found it funny. He kept poking me about the name eventhough I was nonchalant about it. Then, with all the courage and insensitive boy in him, he asked me 'What was your REAL dream?'. How much more obvious can my face be, this should be the time where the actress caged inside me faked a smile but she was lost. In ways even babies would have laughed. He repeated the same words then leaned to me with a face of 'Tell me now or I'll shoot you' (exagerration is for entertainment purposes only yeah). With that, all of my objectives to be prudent dissapeared, and I answered 'Árt History'. He went on about why I changed my mind and daft things like that, so I wish to neglect that bits as it annoys the fuck out of me. When he told me they don't have the book and yada-yada, he (again) leaned to me and said 'Don't let them ignore and forget about your dreams, don't listen to them, even your parents, it's too precious'. Yeah, how weird was that. I felt like having that little devil in the Lords of the Rings spoke to me. He's mad alright. My mum reckons he's into me but that has got to be the worst (and ridiculous) pick up lines, ever. I wish the guy in Tesco would have talk to me instead of LOTR devil (Gollum was it?).
Doesn't bother me the fact that I have never fond of librarians or related entities. Don't I possess any looks of lawyers or legal being? Oh he told me I would make a good Art History teacher. Hah for once.
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I'm giving my child's name (if it's a girl) Alva or Irva. Thanks Edward for such insight on names.
I was thrilled when I heard we were going out for books (groceries and shits too). Though we went to a different store than I intended to release my thrilling bubbles. Nonetheless, I had to search for Winfield as I had been asked to get it. They had changed the book sections so I had to go to the information counter to asked it's whereabouts. The guy standing behind the counter looked as normal as any librarians would be. I threw him Winfield's name but somehow he found it funny. He kept poking me about the name eventhough I was nonchalant about it. Then, with all the courage and insensitive boy in him, he asked me 'What was your REAL dream?'. How much more obvious can my face be, this should be the time where the actress caged inside me faked a smile but she was lost. In ways even babies would have laughed. He repeated the same words then leaned to me with a face of 'Tell me now or I'll shoot you' (exagerration is for entertainment purposes only yeah). With that, all of my objectives to be prudent dissapeared, and I answered 'Árt History'. He went on about why I changed my mind and daft things like that, so I wish to neglect that bits as it annoys the fuck out of me. When he told me they don't have the book and yada-yada, he (again) leaned to me and said 'Don't let them ignore and forget about your dreams, don't listen to them, even your parents, it's too precious'. Yeah, how weird was that. I felt like having that little devil in the Lords of the Rings spoke to me. He's mad alright. My mum reckons he's into me but that has got to be the worst (and ridiculous) pick up lines, ever. I wish the guy in Tesco would have talk to me instead of LOTR devil (Gollum was it?).
Doesn't bother me the fact that I have never fond of librarians or related entities. Don't I possess any looks of lawyers or legal being? Oh he told me I would make a good Art History teacher. Hah for once.
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I'm giving my child's name (if it's a girl) Alva or Irva. Thanks Edward for such insight on names.
Wow Wow Yeah!
Paul Smith and Pringle?
Some jobs eh?
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I want this!
And the melon.. :)
It's On!
What started of with an agonizing period of accepting my luck has turn into a war.
OH zangat, don't try to humiliate kids who doesn't appreciate your lack of effort to make us like you and your slides. I did tell you, I don't believe your subject lets me spit out my words but you insisted that I was wrong. And now, out of the blue, you made up your mind and decided I was right all along? Shit, you must be that mad to invalidate your own statement. You can't change what you were born as, even if you practice every shits that they were taught. Please, (I am actually begging) to not asks me to take back my opinion. Opinions are opinions and they stay that way until the whole world choose to accept it as a fact. We are not smart as we are only ingesting others' thoughts and ideas. Don't patronize people as you are only making a fool out of yourself. Stop wearing that idiotic mask of yours as you are dying mentally.
Kind of makes me think, are we bound to be taught by senseless teachers for the rest of our lives
If before this, I look foward to Thursday (since the next day would be the start of free time for me), now, I have to take it back and put it in my regret box. Not that I have one, since that would be pathetic.
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How much losses do I have to put up with. Come on Kops, stop playing like little monsters. It's only the start of the season, and you suck. I have to state that as people around me keeps on muttering it every single day. I guess he was right, Spanish players are a bunch of woosies when it comes to accepting failure. We need proper men in the team! Not a bunch of knobs...
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I was told, severely, by members of the world, that I should stop switching off reality when it is in motion. What does that suppose to mean anyway? I thought we were made to accomodate our own preferences on the speed of life. Whatever it is, the throbbing sounds of ridiculous rhythm of consensus against me prevail.
I still need you. Not that I want you, I just, need you.
OH zangat, don't try to humiliate kids who doesn't appreciate your lack of effort to make us like you and your slides. I did tell you, I don't believe your subject lets me spit out my words but you insisted that I was wrong. And now, out of the blue, you made up your mind and decided I was right all along? Shit, you must be that mad to invalidate your own statement. You can't change what you were born as, even if you practice every shits that they were taught. Please, (I am actually begging) to not asks me to take back my opinion. Opinions are opinions and they stay that way until the whole world choose to accept it as a fact. We are not smart as we are only ingesting others' thoughts and ideas. Don't patronize people as you are only making a fool out of yourself. Stop wearing that idiotic mask of yours as you are dying mentally.
Kind of makes me think, are we bound to be taught by senseless teachers for the rest of our lives
If before this, I look foward to Thursday (since the next day would be the start of free time for me), now, I have to take it back and put it in my regret box. Not that I have one, since that would be pathetic.
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How much losses do I have to put up with. Come on Kops, stop playing like little monsters. It's only the start of the season, and you suck. I have to state that as people around me keeps on muttering it every single day. I guess he was right, Spanish players are a bunch of woosies when it comes to accepting failure. We need proper men in the team! Not a bunch of knobs...
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I was told, severely, by members of the world, that I should stop switching off reality when it is in motion. What does that suppose to mean anyway? I thought we were made to accomodate our own preferences on the speed of life. Whatever it is, the throbbing sounds of ridiculous rhythm of consensus against me prevail.
I still need you. Not that I want you, I just, need you.
Come on.
The idea of letting boredom conquers you is quite amazing actually. It's like a slithering knob waiting to annoys you.
I love being bored sometimes. It gives me power to imagine things. Like when J.K Rowling wrote Harry Potter. She never told anyone, but I knew she was bored as hell waiting to arrive to her destination. Authors always lie. It gives them motivation to write better. Of course I lied about that, that is why I love writing.
Some words should never have come out.
Yes, as I promised (who?), I would make a random playlist.
1. The Coral - Dreaming of You
2. Dropkick Murphys - Kiss Me, I'm Shitfaced
3. The Tossers - Siobhan
4. Robots in Disguise - Get RID!
5. Fiona - Parting Gift
6. Nirvana - PennyRoyal Tea
7. Manic Street Preachers - The Everlasting
8. The Blood Brothers - Ambulance vs. Ambulance
9. Cynic - *Couldn't remember the title*
10. Girls Aloud - Love Machine
Told ya it is random.
I could list some more but why bother eh?
I love being bored sometimes. It gives me power to imagine things. Like when J.K Rowling wrote Harry Potter. She never told anyone, but I knew she was bored as hell waiting to arrive to her destination. Authors always lie. It gives them motivation to write better. Of course I lied about that, that is why I love writing.
Some words should never have come out.
Yes, as I promised (who?), I would make a random playlist.
1. The Coral - Dreaming of You
2. Dropkick Murphys - Kiss Me, I'm Shitfaced
3. The Tossers - Siobhan
4. Robots in Disguise - Get RID!
5. Fiona - Parting Gift
6. Nirvana - PennyRoyal Tea
7. Manic Street Preachers - The Everlasting
8. The Blood Brothers - Ambulance vs. Ambulance
9. Cynic - *Couldn't remember the title*
10. Girls Aloud - Love Machine
Told ya it is random.
I could list some more but why bother eh?
Gonna Wanna.
The smell of old chocolates and fresh towels made me feel normal again.
To be honest, living without a free-clean-easy washing machine made the cloth I used to wipe myself reeks. Part of me would like to stay there and skip the dream, but another part of me is dragging my feeling towards the departure lounge.
To be honest, living without a free-clean-easy washing machine made the cloth I used to wipe myself reeks. Part of me would like to stay there and skip the dream, but another part of me is dragging my feeling towards the departure lounge.
If life is full of shit, how do I flush it off?
As usual, Wednesday (past) has been fuuuun. A class in the morning and stupid yet amazingly fun kawad later on. I am aware on the fact my friends have been questioning the credibility of my elated stories. 'Kawad to me is fun... but you? Man that's something else', was the exact words of a friend of mine. Actually, three of them said the same things in a different manner. Shit, never would I thought they would think I am lying. Can't say what really made me enjoy doing it, though some would think they know why... hmmmm, but I am glad it made me skip the emotional zone. Minus the exhaustion and unbearable smell, I am happy I am actually out of the four-walled setting and doing something 'healthy'. But, the event of the 'eyes' talking nicely to me made me feel shit. Ah he was being nice and considerate to me since I was sweating and panting like mad. See, even with eyes like that, he can be considerate. Fuck, I should stop calling him that because I was supposed to be a nice person now. Not that anyone would believe me but hey, I got the chance to sleep through the morning but I pass. See I am a better person now.
My mom was actually encouraging me to join the kawad for the next few years I will be spending there. She said it will make me more 'gagah'. Haha what a joke. Nothing, and I mean nothing can take away the child in me that easy. Wow, guess I can be tough like that. Blood pressure, don't go down on me!
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For few days now, I have been listening to people talking about Peter Pan and stuff. The truth is, I have not watch or have any knowledge in fantasies based children stories. I know about the seven little people and animals helping that poor girl and little red riding hood, but other than that, zero. Never has it cross my mind that someday I will discuss about the stories with my friends.
As usual, Wednesday (past) has been fuuuun. A class in the morning and stupid yet amazingly fun kawad later on. I am aware on the fact my friends have been questioning the credibility of my elated stories. 'Kawad to me is fun... but you? Man that's something else', was the exact words of a friend of mine. Actually, three of them said the same things in a different manner. Shit, never would I thought they would think I am lying. Can't say what really made me enjoy doing it, though some would think they know why... hmmmm, but I am glad it made me skip the emotional zone. Minus the exhaustion and unbearable smell, I am happy I am actually out of the four-walled setting and doing something 'healthy'. But, the event of the 'eyes' talking nicely to me made me feel shit. Ah he was being nice and considerate to me since I was sweating and panting like mad. See, even with eyes like that, he can be considerate. Fuck, I should stop calling him that because I was supposed to be a nice person now. Not that anyone would believe me but hey, I got the chance to sleep through the morning but I pass. See I am a better person now.
My mom was actually encouraging me to join the kawad for the next few years I will be spending there. She said it will make me more 'gagah'. Haha what a joke. Nothing, and I mean nothing can take away the child in me that easy. Wow, guess I can be tough like that. Blood pressure, don't go down on me!
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For few days now, I have been listening to people talking about Peter Pan and stuff. The truth is, I have not watch or have any knowledge in fantasies based children stories. I know about the seven little people and animals helping that poor girl and little red riding hood, but other than that, zero. Never has it cross my mind that someday I will discuss about the stories with my friends.
The fact that Dora was sacked due to her wierd influences to kids made me kind of sad. For her. You see she was sacked and replaced by her boring cousin, Diego. How would that made you feel. Eh Dora (Dojan) relax ya. You'll get another job, another pointless and ridiculous job that is. Haha
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Go Reds. We have to win this season or I'll end up being called a loserfool fan for the next term. Be nice to me and win the damn title. Don't care on the fact we have the most 'patah' players, I still support you guys. What an encouragement...
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Yes Hanna, the reason why I am writing like this is to piss you off. We can't write anymore. At least I can't. My head is spinning 'round with dodgy songs since... ever? When will we exchange accents. I could do some damage by talking with your accent. Bet you would be cast out too with my way of talking. Sheesh
All happy families are alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.
I wish I could've finish reading the book by now. I need a book-buddy.
The point of idiocracy and oddity has risen up drastically over the past few months of my life. Constant deep breaths and crazy eye movements nearly placed me in a frantic mode. Sometimes I don't even know what exactly is travelling 'round my head. Could be a pointless and reckless thoughts, and it could be a briliant one. I'll never passed the juvenile phase without stumbling across my past. Wonder how he, she, they and them have been without me. A day, three weeks or five years will not change the fact that I miss them so much. It was diferent back then. We were kids. There were rules but we were too happy to obey it. Broken nose was something we were proud of and dirty clothes were markers of our days. I remembered when one of us bought a book, we shared and read together on the wet carpeted grass on the playground. Sometimes we took turns to take home and pretend we're reading it in front of our parents. Too bad none of the grown ups were impressed with our shenanigans tactics to earn things.
I could read newspaper 'cleverly' when I was 5 but for some reason, it never interests my mom. First short story when I was 6, painted my first piece of shit when I was 2. These events, though has never caught the attention of my mom, has amazingly impressed my friends. Never in an educational-purpose reflection. I guess, that is why I've never cared about anything. Because due to my mom lack of attention in selling me to the corrupt minds of child-institutions, I appreciate my own works and efforts. I was never a child prodigy in others' eyes, but I knew I was something more than a daughter to her. It's a good thing I never knew about anything. It gives me freedom to fly around with my nonsensical reasoning.
Whatever it is, I still want new books.
DaisyMiller, BrokenApril, TheDeepEndofTheOcean, TheDevilsofLoudun and the list goes on. If I were a criminal, I'll rob a fucking bookstore. As nerdy as it seems, it'll be a cool thing for me. My friends have been teasing me on how I don't have a life since I don't go out of the house. Truth is, those who goes out often are the one without a life. They have to go out and search for something to make it appears as if they live on the purpose of satisfying the outside world.
Alas, I found a reason to dodge others discriminating judgments on me. Not that I care but to minimize the effect is something to be acknowledge.
Guess the anthropologist in me will never let me down.
Ceh ape lar aku tekan that made this thing works shitty.
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Note: The picture is not the book. BeyondRetro punya bende. Tak sangke Dan is into it too, or he was forced to. Who knows.
Johnny, I Hardly Knew Ya.
We had to go for the Solidarity 89' today. I am surprised how I did enjoyed siting there even for only a short while. The Polish guy was talking about how Poland managed to get away from the Nazis and the Communists. Hmm, I am sure he knew half of the European population is against their participation in the EU.
Enough about Poland, there was (supposedly) famous local film person. I don't know anyone so it's acceptable for me to say supposedly. When he mentioned things on Warsaw, I remembered a band singing 'Warsaw'. Tapi dah tua so I forgot. Miraculously, thanks to man's invention and my parents, I checked on the net to get the name. Gila semangat. Yeah we know who sang it now. But then the film of my past self emerged from my inner side of the brain. Tak sangka I used to listen to Celtic Punk. Dulu tak tau pun what genres I am listening to (sekarang pun same). But yeah, I'm not that bad. Memang lar zaman-zaman kegelapan tu ada but okay what I start listening to Suede, Pulp, Nirvana and others when I was nine. Bodo-bodo punye band pun ada tapi we learn from mistakes. Haha tak sangka aku pun boleh jadi poyo.
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While I had received some good news, bad news pun mesti ada. To maintain the cosmic balance kut. If the luck is always with me, I guess more people will travel the world to search for tallest building to mark their inconsolable deaths.
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'Bukan dia tak makan chilli sauce ke?'
Couldn't believe more and more people are taking seriously about my hatred towards chilli. Poisonous to the stomach, and self-induced mucous.
Well, I do admit, I always have statements to be made in defence of my ultimate disgust towards things. No one listens to my opinion anyway.
Alang-alang I must say, I don't get why everyone is mad abot that Aggy chick. Looks different? Not at all. Typical Camden girls apa. Until someone can tell me reasons that made her special or cool, I'll give her another glance to check yes again. Models semua sepesen jek. Those who look 'different' are trying to broadened their market, like what a former model told me. 'Jangan buang mase pegi casting lar, you belajar and be the gila you pun dah cukup'. Yup, the casting people told me to lose weight, they are losing their mind slowly so they're forgiven. I hate having my pictures taken anyway. But, but! I want to act in a short film. Why short film? Because I haven't found a cure to my laziness.
Memang betul what he said 'Each and every 7 of us lives on the 7 cardinal sins'.
I live on laziness, would that be considered as sloth?
Enough about Poland, there was (supposedly) famous local film person. I don't know anyone so it's acceptable for me to say supposedly. When he mentioned things on Warsaw, I remembered a band singing 'Warsaw'. Tapi dah tua so I forgot. Miraculously, thanks to man's invention and my parents, I checked on the net to get the name. Gila semangat. Yeah we know who sang it now. But then the film of my past self emerged from my inner side of the brain. Tak sangka I used to listen to Celtic Punk. Dulu tak tau pun what genres I am listening to (sekarang pun same). But yeah, I'm not that bad. Memang lar zaman-zaman kegelapan tu ada but okay what I start listening to Suede, Pulp, Nirvana and others when I was nine. Bodo-bodo punye band pun ada tapi we learn from mistakes. Haha tak sangka aku pun boleh jadi poyo.
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While I had received some good news, bad news pun mesti ada. To maintain the cosmic balance kut. If the luck is always with me, I guess more people will travel the world to search for tallest building to mark their inconsolable deaths.
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'Bukan dia tak makan chilli sauce ke?'
Couldn't believe more and more people are taking seriously about my hatred towards chilli. Poisonous to the stomach, and self-induced mucous.
Well, I do admit, I always have statements to be made in defence of my ultimate disgust towards things. No one listens to my opinion anyway.
Alang-alang I must say, I don't get why everyone is mad abot that Aggy chick. Looks different? Not at all. Typical Camden girls apa. Until someone can tell me reasons that made her special or cool, I'll give her another glance to check yes again. Models semua sepesen jek. Those who look 'different' are trying to broadened their market, like what a former model told me. 'Jangan buang mase pegi casting lar, you belajar and be the gila you pun dah cukup'. Yup, the casting people told me to lose weight, they are losing their mind slowly so they're forgiven. I hate having my pictures taken anyway. But, but! I want to act in a short film. Why short film? Because I haven't found a cure to my laziness.
Memang betul what he said 'Each and every 7 of us lives on the 7 cardinal sins'.
I live on laziness, would that be considered as sloth?
Why Fret?
Wish I could take those words out of my mouth bulimic-style.
Few things have justify a very important fact, which is 2009 is and hopefully will only be my bad year. I don't feel a recap of shits should be going on again as I am already sick to my tummy.
No Shef for me but hopefully (in god's willing) they can defer my entry to March 2010.
Been waiting for it since I set off my feet from my secondary school.
Memang kene mandi bunga kalau macam ni. (Not that I believe in it anyway)
The thoughts of 3 years of overconfident-stuckup-pastmyage-irritating classmates does not and being the pessimist I am, will never interests me. I know I might possibly change my statement later on but I insist.
Susah lar kalau asyik nak pining for something and someone.
When will it stop hitting my luck.
Our French lecturer said 'Life is short and problems will always be there, so be happy'.
I guess that is why we are a complete different person.
And yes french is strangling my throat slowly as I am making a fool out of myself pronouncing the crazy susah words.
Should have protested on getting the Faculty's permission on taking German.
Cool sikit bile nyanyi Rammstein.
Setakat faham and can immitate lines from french films buat ape.
The level of coolness kurang.
Dahlar kene panggil rempit sebab stesen bodoh mentioned a name that coincidently is similar to mine requesting some shitty song.
Semua salah Yasmin Kejang.
If life is short, then I guess the problem will be too.
Tapi....
Ish, better not start thinking about it.
I want to go and let those freaky people do the past-regression thing on me.
That would made a day for historians all 'round.
A battle often takes place on a large field.
Go figure lar...
Few things have justify a very important fact, which is 2009 is and hopefully will only be my bad year. I don't feel a recap of shits should be going on again as I am already sick to my tummy.
No Shef for me but hopefully (in god's willing) they can defer my entry to March 2010.
Been waiting for it since I set off my feet from my secondary school.
Memang kene mandi bunga kalau macam ni. (Not that I believe in it anyway)
The thoughts of 3 years of overconfident-stuckup-pastmyage-irritating classmates does not and being the pessimist I am, will never interests me. I know I might possibly change my statement later on but I insist.
Susah lar kalau asyik nak pining for something and someone.
When will it stop hitting my luck.
Our French lecturer said 'Life is short and problems will always be there, so be happy'.
I guess that is why we are a complete different person.
And yes french is strangling my throat slowly as I am making a fool out of myself pronouncing the crazy susah words.
Should have protested on getting the Faculty's permission on taking German.
Cool sikit bile nyanyi Rammstein.
Setakat faham and can immitate lines from french films buat ape.
The level of coolness kurang.
Dahlar kene panggil rempit sebab stesen bodoh mentioned a name that coincidently is similar to mine requesting some shitty song.
Semua salah Yasmin Kejang.
If life is short, then I guess the problem will be too.
Tapi....
Ish, better not start thinking about it.
I want to go and let those freaky people do the past-regression thing on me.
That would made a day for historians all 'round.
A battle often takes place on a large field.
Go figure lar...
Am Alice
She was under days of pleasure.
While the arms around her measure.
Has she been waiting behind the door?
Was this what we have been anticipating for?
Conventional breathes on gazeless window.
She stares at it while counting their shadow.
Fast pace and long thoughts.
Count to ten and you will see her faults.
Stories have been told,
While her memories unfold.
Those cold feet,
Walking down the street
That's Alice
While the arms around her measure.
Has she been waiting behind the door?
Was this what we have been anticipating for?
Conventional breathes on gazeless window.
She stares at it while counting their shadow.
Fast pace and long thoughts.
Count to ten and you will see her faults.
Stories have been told,
While her memories unfold.
Those cold feet,
Walking down the street
That's Alice
Oh yeah.
I have to comment on the Twitter shit.
First of all, what the fuck is it all about?
I do quite understand that internet is for twats these days but what the fuck is Twitter for?
Telling people you just got dressed and ready to go to work?
Some things are acceptable but not Twitter.
Complete and utter bullshit.
Worst, it's on the news.
I guess we are slowly dying upon stupidity.
First of all, what the fuck is it all about?
I do quite understand that internet is for twats these days but what the fuck is Twitter for?
Telling people you just got dressed and ready to go to work?
Some things are acceptable but not Twitter.
Complete and utter bullshit.
Worst, it's on the news.
I guess we are slowly dying upon stupidity.
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