Saturday, April 4
it's a long time since i posted
and i guess there's nothing much to blog about these days. I'm bored
I keep getting caught for various misdemeanors by my new RSM~ I can't imagine my luck
escorted @ 4:08 PM;
Wednesday, January 28
A cartoon Love song
I opened my eyes last night and saw you in the low light
Walking down by the bay, on the shore, staring up at the planes that aren’t there anymore
I was feeling the night grow old and you were looking so cold
Like an introvert, I drew my over shirt
Around my arms and began to shiver violently before
You happened to look and see the tunnels all around me
Running into the dark underground
All the subways around create a great sound
To my motion fatigue: farewell
With your ear to a seashell
You can hear the waves in underwater caves
As if you actually were inside a saltwater room
Time together is just never quite enough
When you and I are alone, I’ve never felt so at home
What will it take to make or break this hint of love?
We need time, only time
When we’re apart whatever are you thinking of?
If this is what I call home, why does it feel so alone?
So tell me darling, do you wish we’d fall in love?
All the time, all the time
Can you believe that the crew has gone and wouldn’t let me sign on?
All my islands have sunk in the deep, so I can hardly relax or even oversleep
I feel as if I were home some nights when we count all the ship lights
I guess I’ll never know why sparrows love the snow
We’ll turn off all of the lights and set this ballroom aglow
*So tell me darling, do you wish we’d fall in love? all the time*
Time together is just never quite enough
When you and I are alone, I’ve never felt so at home
What will it take to make or break this hint of love?
We need time, only time
When we’re apart whatever are you thinking of?
If this is what I call home, why does it feel so alone?
So tell me darling, do you wish we’d fall in love?
All the time, all the time
Time together is just never quite enough
When we’re apart whatever are you thinking of?
What will it take to make or break this hint of love?
So tell me darling, do you wish we’d fall in love?
All the time
It's amazingly sweet. I could never write stuff like that. This is The Saltwater Room by Owl City. I oughta go out and get his CD
escorted @ 4:56 PM;
Sunday, January 4
Reflections?
I.Blogged.Like.A.Retard in the past
2008: the only month I felt alive in December. 1 out of 12, I must be a 2008 zombie
I don't wanna know what lies in 2009 mann
escorted @ 5:40 PM;
Sunday, December 28
frustration
I have up to that much of anger held to my chest mann. I just hate ill-logic or poor reason. I hate it most when people cannot justify their decisions that affect others (Wait, don't most decisions do that?) I'm about to revisit the past of Flaming
Let's call them Rank Bullies (RB for short)
These are a specific buncha people WHO hold this cool little emblems. They are characterized by their arrogance, sadism, lack of flexibility and most importantly, the inability to explain themselves. They are not pitiful, no they are not. They spend their whole lives in this work force that nobody can fathom how anyone could uphold such dedication. and now when it comes to work, They pull rank. WOW. I didn't expect such a response to come from whom whom whom but it actually did. I thought he was much more flexible than that when he was in the wrong even.
You know what? I think old men like to bully. Just because your rank is SO BIG, you can actually stifle arguments. So what's the point in all these "Leadership: Speak up" when it only needs one VETO by these illogical life-forms? This is a Fact of Life here, BUT IT SHOULD NOT BE TOLERATED. IT'S A THREAT THAT SHOULD BE ELIMINATED. I shall not speak more due to the sensitivity of the whole issue
On another note
Why're we attracted to some things and yet not affected by so many others? I don't know man
escorted @ 4:12 PM;
Sunday, December 14
Lines and Circles
Paint my world again
wish it's just another plain sheet
any colours and any media
there are no limits
In this dream of black white grey
when the track goes on and on
we think in lines that divide
more often than not
or we wish not to
in worlds of different shades
different swirls make different
colours make different worlds
of rings and moons
atmospheres make good fences
barring outsiders and keeping
insiders in ignorance where
empathy is the key
as crystals grow in our
fortresses of solitude
where the weather outside gets colder
and prometheus still didn't come
in dreams when our worlds were the same
i saw the circles and lines
the levels that I'm not
like a truth hitting you from
outer space
we're humans in different worlds
with different lights from the
same sun and we couldn't
dance the same again
time is lost and we lose
ourselves, there should be more
we hope but nothing left
the lines and circles divide
the infinite differentiations
the layers separate and
they get lifted
sensitivities have failed in
this painful place we call
the world
we should feel happy
for fireworks
but I've become an alien here
walk into the twilight now
where lines bend and
circles straighten to a world
when we can live again
and that's one year of soldiering today now...
escorted @ 7:20 PM;
Monday, December 8
Christmas Must be something more
What if ribbons and bows didn't mean a thing?
Would the song still survive without five golden rings?
Would you still wanna kiss without a mistletoe?
What would happen if God never let it snow?
What would happen if Christmas Carols told a lie?
Tell me what you would find
You'd say that today holds something special
Something holy, not superficial
So here's to the birthday boy who saved our lives
It's something we all try to ignore
And put a wreath up on your door
So here's something you should know that is for sure
Christmas must be something more
What if angels did not pay attention to
All the things that we wish they would always do
What if happiness came in a cardboard box?
Then I'd think there was something we all forgot
What would happened presents all went away
Tell me what would you find
You'd say that today holds something special
Something holy, not superficial
So here's to the birthday boy who saved our lives
It's something we all try to ignore
And put a wreath up on your door
So here's something you should know that is for sure
Christmas must be something more
We get so caught up in all of it
Business and relationships
100 mile an hour lives
And it's this time of year
And everybody's here
It seems the last thing on your mind
Is that the day holds something special
Something holy, not superficial
So here's to Jesus Christ who saved our lives
It's something we all try to ignore
And put a wreath up on your door
Here's something you should know that is for sure
Christmas must be something…
Christmas must be something…
Christmas must be something more
There's gotta be more…
There's gotta be more…
lovely song by Taylor Swift
escorted @ 6:02 PM;
Friday, December 5
I feel a cold wind coming along
it felt like this a long time ago. the day before taking my English finals. The feeling of dread and fear of the unknown. and the feeling that somehow deep down inside, my English essay will screw up and give me my current grade.
but that's past
now it's another of em exams. I think I've caught a phobia for exams. That sickly feeling of working for something and then it might just blow back on you, betraying you. For that, I daren't pin any hope on this.
Which is better? to be set down a path you don't really want? or to be absolutely lost in the illusion of alternatives? It's abit dumb blaming your own siblings for this fate, but it doesn't help feeling sorry for yourself for your entire life.
I think it's even worse blaming fate for bad life...but that's that.
Is there any way out of living up to expectations? or can I live with myself for being such a fail? It depends on perspective, that probably needs to be changed
I feel that this was a year meant to test me, and, short of the sanity part, I think I've failed big time. As of where I am now, I'm nowhere...or I rather anywhere but here
I feel a cold Christmas coming up...when results get revealed
That same feeling again...
Successful people should try inheriting my parents and my sister. At least, when I'm here, I have a little less pressure
escorted @ 9:12 PM;
