Wednesday, April 29, 2009
at 10:45 PM;
Conversion, software version 7.0
Looking at life through the eyes of a tire hub
Eating seeds as a pastime activity
The toxicity of our city, of our city
Now, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder, disorder?
Now somewhere between the sacred silence
Sacred silence and sleep
Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep
Disorder, disorder, disorder
More wood for the fires, loud neighbours
Flashlight reveries caught in the headlights of a truck
Eating seeds as a pastime activity
The toxicity of our city, of our city
Now, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder, disorder?
Now somewhere between the sacred silence
Sacred silence and sleep
Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep
Disorder, disorder, disorder
Now, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder, disorder?
Now somewhere between the sacred silence
Sacred silence and sleep
Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep
Disorder, disorder, disorder
When I became the sun
I shone life into the man's hearts
When I became the sun
I shone life into the man's hearts
the rest is silence;
awesome.Tuesday, April 28, 2009
at 11:28 PM;
Y'all better own this.
the rest is silence;
whoooooooooooo.Sunday, April 26, 2009
at 7:52 PM;
Sit with me,
Come and play,
I need you,
So near.
Stay awhile,
For a day.
Maybe Two,
Have no fear.
What I am,
It's not all good.
It's not all bad,
It's okay.
Time has come,
Wish we could
Get it back
Its too late.
And I,
Miss you the most.
And I,
Miss you the most.
Sing to me,
Once again.
In your room,
Like old days
Speak to me
Empty hands
How'd you do
In always.
Bring me back
Little Smiles
Funny ways
You speak to me
Bring me back
All your whiles
Whimsical
That day
And I,
Miss you the most
And I.
Miss you the most.
And I,
Miss you the most
And I.
Miss you the most.
the rest is silence;
Saturday, April 25, 2009
at 10:53 PM;
The kids need education,
And the streets are never clean,
I've seen a certain disposition,
Prevailing in the wind,
Sweet change, if anybody's listening?
Emergency on planet earth.
Is that life that I am witnessing,
Or just another wasted birth?
Now, we got emergency
Oh, we got emergency on planet Earth
Now, we got emergency
Oh, we got emergency on planet Earth
Think we're standing for injustice,
White gets two and black gets five years,
Took me quite a while to suss this,
But now I know my head is cleared
And a little boy in hungry land, is just a picture in the news,
Won't see him in that TV advertising, 'cause it might put you off your food
Now, we got emergency
Oh, we got emergency on planet Earth
Now, we got emergency
Oh, we got emergency on planet Earth
See what we got
Emergency on planet Earth is what we got
Oh, I tell you what we got now
Emergency on planet Earth is what we got
Is someone out there?
Emergency on planet Earth is what we got
Is anybody out there?
Oh, somebody, help me
Somebody help me out
'Cause we got emergency
the rest is silence;
under the bridge.Tuesday, April 21, 2009
at 9:06 PM;
Sometimes I feel
Like I don't have a partner
Sometimes I feel
Like my only friend
Is the city I live in
The city of angels
Lonely as I am
Together we cry
I drive on her streets
'Cause she's my companion
I walk through her hills
'Cause she knows who I am
She sees my good deeds
And she kisses me windy
I never worry
Now that is a lie
I don't ever want to feel
Like I did that day
Take me to the place I love
Take me all the way
It's hard to believe
That there's nobody out there
It's hard to believe
That I'm all alone
At least I have her love
The city she loves me
Lonely as I am
Together we cry
I don't ever want to feel
Like I did that day
Take me to the place I love
Take me all the way
Under the bridge downtown
Is where I drew some blood
Under the bridge downtown
I could not get enough
Under the bridge downtown
Forgot about my love
Under the bridge downtown
I gave my life away
the rest is silence;
Sunday, April 19, 2009
at 9:00 PM;
I
hate this.
And shut up. I hate your stupid emo label.
There's a difference between being emo and being pissed. And being contemplative.
Sigh. Can't I not be nice for once? This stupid page is my only outlet.
the rest is silence;
at 8:47 PM;
Why are you reading this thing any way?
I just don't get it.
I shouldn't have posted that sentence (it's gone now), I don't know what I was thinking. Sorry, you know who you are.
Yes, I am a selfish, undeserving brat, and I deserve what's coming to me. But haven't you people thought you might be making it just that tiny bit harder for me to act otherwise?
Still, all responsibility goes to me, and I apologise for it.
Seriously. What the
No. I will not swear. It is my fault.
the rest is silence;
flights of fancy.Wednesday, April 15, 2009
at 11:25 PM;
Woke up today.
Fell over when I got out of bed. Determined that I was not in a state to go to school.
Got back into bed.
Sigh. I'm sick now cause I went to play frisbee in the amphitheatre till late on Tuesday. Should've known better, but I didn't bother to change out of my PE stuff, which by then was soaked.
Oh, as a matter of interest, RJ PE shirts are awesomely water-retentive. I sweat very little as it is already, and the whole thing was completely soaked. I might as well not bring a towel in my bag next time, a PE shirt'll do just fine. Well, technically it would, if not for the fact that it just inherently stinks.
Anyway, I went for dinner with HP, Leo and Moose at Subway, which, thank God, was not as cold as the rest of J8, but that said, I was freezing, though I'd have to admit the Cold Cut Trio is awesome.
Took an ice-cold bus home, then went to shower and sleep.
Woke up this morning, as aforementioned, and fell down after standing up, after which I got back into bed.
Sigh.
Was really miffed at missing training today. I really need the training. My playing is starting to stagnate again. Plus, I need extra practice with my curls. Inside-outs don't seem to be working for me recently, and I can't seem to run. My thalassemia's been acting up again recently. Can't breathe, can't run. I feel so weak.
Sigh.
I don't know. Is training really worth it any more? So many other people train less than me, practice less than me. Why do they run faster, jump higher, throw better? Why are they of so much more worth than me? Why can't I be talented in something for once? It just feels like when people give me compliments, they're only saying it so I won't quit.
Sigh. Enough.
And you. If you're even reading this.
I love you. I really do.
Can't you give me a chance? You gave him one. You cried over him. When you talked to me after breaking up with him last year, I felt so useless. You wanted him back. You wanted him to give you a chance, to take you back. I couldn't offer anything you wanted; anything you needed. I had been dumped too, at the start of last year. I didn't know how to be what you needed me to be. I felt so...worthless.
I really didn't want to, and I definitely don't want to now, but I just feel so jealous.
the rest is silence;
stupid, stupid choon.Tuesday, April 7, 2009
at 5:26 PM;
Ghazal of Jealousy
I want to know how you slept with him, the way you held him.
Every crevice through which my shadow may ink itself.
The more I tell you of my happiness, the more unhappy I am.
That you are not part of it, that you do not covet it for yourself.
Green eyes, green fingers, of the evergreen forest.
Between the foilage are thorns, and they too do not die.
Oh, I would have swept it all cleanly, with one gesture of the hand.
If I had not seen his hand in mine, sweeping the hair over your eyes.
The plates are shattering, the wind speed-reading my notebooks.
And only my cultivated numbness could perceive it all as music.
Let it go, choon, for surely you are too large for their world.
You will never find your balance on the isthmus between their lips.
your words entering the head like a knife;
a girl's hands slicing the heart in two.
will post longer post tonight.Monday, April 6, 2009
at 7:23 AM;
I feel so dry.
Lord, I really can't do anything without You.
I don't want to fall again.
I want to fall in love with You.
Choose, choon.
One path.
Stick to it.
the rest is silence;
Y'all better own this.
