This lead-coated heart smeared with a fresh coat of crimson red paint almost resemble what it has been like in the past. But the stench of it is a dead give-away. Helplessness is not the reason for giving up, and all I can continue to do is to bear with its heaviness and trudge along.
I could cry if I want to.
But today seems to be the day things will look up so imma hold it back in. You just don't cry on days like these.
Friday, 23 April 2010
Friday, 4 September 2009
Now we all know the words were true in the sappiest songs (yes, yes).
Effects of globalisation fully witnessed- came across the cover of a chinese song by a Canadian indie band, Immaculate Machine. I somehow find this quite fascinating ha ha oh hiiiiiii, haven't been on Blogger for quite some time, tell me you miss me if you ever see this teeheeheez.
Yeterday's lit consult gave me this horribly horrijiber dream )-: I dreamt that chongwoober died because he got crushed by an air conditioning unit (hahahaha) and that some friend of mine sliced him open and cleared off his organs and stuff and wore him as a costume, sewing his body up to achieve a more convincing look. And that my friend (with huat's appearance and physique, in other words, looking exactly like huat) wanted to give me a hug!?! Damn sick dream argh!!!
I want more sleep, more time, less time spent staring into space.
More frozen yogurt, more soft baked cookies with bits of toffee in it, less appetite problems.
Prelims killing my appetite and that weewee telling me that my choice for general paper essay questions was a lousy (well she didn't explicitly state so but judging from her expression....)one because it's difficult and um, quite philosophical )-: i didn't even finish the essay mind youuuu so in other words, my gp is a goner ha ha ha sux2bme.
I iz gradually becoming agitated thinking about this fuck (no asterisks in for the vowels in this word) the prelims bai.
Yeterday's lit consult gave me this horribly horrijiber dream )-: I dreamt that chongwoober died because he got crushed by an air conditioning unit (hahahaha) and that some friend of mine sliced him open and cleared off his organs and stuff and wore him as a costume, sewing his body up to achieve a more convincing look. And that my friend (with huat's appearance and physique, in other words, looking exactly like huat) wanted to give me a hug!?! Damn sick dream argh!!!
I want more sleep, more time, less time spent staring into space.
More frozen yogurt, more soft baked cookies with bits of toffee in it, less appetite problems.
Prelims killing my appetite and that weewee telling me that my choice for general paper essay questions was a lousy (well she didn't explicitly state so but judging from her expression....)one because it's difficult and um, quite philosophical )-: i didn't even finish the essay mind youuuu so in other words, my gp is a goner ha ha ha sux2bme.
I iz gradually becoming agitated thinking about this fuck (no asterisks in for the vowels in this word) the prelims bai.
Tuesday, 21 July 2009
|: and blah blah blah
But I've got a conscience too and it says my heart's never in tune with anything I do.
Saturday, 11 July 2009
Intention doesn't necessarily bring about any actions
Need anything equivalent of a soma holiday but it will bring about an early death, and that would defeat my purpose for being right here right now. Master of excuses, denial and everything else irrelevant. My thoughts have a mind of their own (run free, run wild!) and often, pulling excessive emotions around.
Spinning but actually just really being stationary.
Friday, 10 July 2009
Tell me am i right to think there could be nothing better
Your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures.