Away.
[crap]
i just cant seem to get myself to blog regularly. i dont get the reason why really. but who am i kidding? i might just blog as regularly as possible if i'm a rich brat that has a credit card and everything privilages that comes with it. but i have to pay my bills, wash my junk, make my own meals, study hard to get an education, and wank for my own pleasure. i'll need to work my ass to pay for my own education in the very very near future.
i know i dont make sense.
whatever.
[/crap]
i woke up early in the morning and i couldnt get back to sleep. when i asked myself why and looked for the thing that's in my head. its the issue of the two of my buddies are going off. they're going overseas to further their studies. i shall miss them and i'm not even sure if i can cope with that. and of course other sub things that lead to that issue.
hard.
i cant imagine and i dont even have that kind of image where they will be leaving and i'll be at the airport to send them off. i was thinking, i will be the only one left here. what will my reactions be?
i got out of my bed, grabbed a few slices of bread and made myself a cup of milo then settled in front of the tv and tried not to think about it. after half an hour passed, i got bored of the programme on tv and went to my bedroom. i laid on my bed and starting thinking about it again.
maybe i shouldnt go to the airport and send them off. the more i think about it, the more i got confused. and perhaps that is the reason why i didnt send some of my friends off when they were leaving for overseas. but when it comes to picking them up from the airport, i'll be delighted and cheery about it.
maybe.. just maybe, i shouldnt.
but in the end, i came up with the conclusion of sending them off.
oh wait, problem. what should i buy as a gift? as an encouragement? as a rememberance?
shitty. headache lah.
then i got up again, went to the tv room, sat in front of it and again, tried not to think about it. come on, its a saturday. it's weekend, i should be resting and just relax.
its not like my friends dont matter to me. they do. in fact, a lot. no wait, humongous lot. i just want to give myself a break since i'm tired physically and mentally. gonna give myself a break after two consecutive days of total 5 hours of squash playing right?
so anyways i sat in front of the tv for err, say 5 or 6 hours? around like that and i bid my nails.. again!
dammit. i guess i tend to do that when i'm feeling down or when i'm in deep thoughts.
heck, i didnt stop thinking about my friends leaving.
during the tv commercials, the postman came by, dropped a few letters in the mailbox and left. the phone bill came and guess what, i'm officially broke and i mean officially brutally broke. god help me.
and there will be a gig tmr. there goes my 20 buckeroos.
well err, about the gig.
Damn Dirty Apes, Prana, Seven Collar T-Shirt, Love Me Butch, Whitelight will be playing. Not too sure about the rest of the bands but yeah a damn gig.
and i have a good hair day today. hurrah.
and both of my butt cheeks are fine now. yay.
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i want to split my heart
and let it bleed onto the ground.
trample it.
take it in and breathe it.
it's thickening and sickening
no one is there to taste the agony
or to feel the lapping flames
but the tranquil flow
begs
and pleads
and i wonder where the people have gone.
i have no inspiration
no motive
no audience
no purpose
the blood pools around your feet
you can smell it
you ignore it
and walk by with the rest of them
stopping only once
to look over your shoulder
and with a tear in your eye
you keep going
it's not who you think
it makes no sense,
yet carries all the meaning of the world
and weighs heavy on my heart
tonight
[soundbites]
marilyn manson - long hard road out of hell
[crap]
i just cant seem to get myself to blog regularly. i dont get the reason why really. but who am i kidding? i might just blog as regularly as possible if i'm a rich brat that has a credit card and everything privilages that comes with it. but i have to pay my bills, wash my junk, make my own meals, study hard to get an education, and wank for my own pleasure. i'll need to work my ass to pay for my own education in the very very near future.
i know i dont make sense.
whatever.
[/crap]
i woke up early in the morning and i couldnt get back to sleep. when i asked myself why and looked for the thing that's in my head. its the issue of the two of my buddies are going off. they're going overseas to further their studies. i shall miss them and i'm not even sure if i can cope with that. and of course other sub things that lead to that issue.
hard.
i cant imagine and i dont even have that kind of image where they will be leaving and i'll be at the airport to send them off. i was thinking, i will be the only one left here. what will my reactions be?
i got out of my bed, grabbed a few slices of bread and made myself a cup of milo then settled in front of the tv and tried not to think about it. after half an hour passed, i got bored of the programme on tv and went to my bedroom. i laid on my bed and starting thinking about it again.
maybe i shouldnt go to the airport and send them off. the more i think about it, the more i got confused. and perhaps that is the reason why i didnt send some of my friends off when they were leaving for overseas. but when it comes to picking them up from the airport, i'll be delighted and cheery about it.
maybe.. just maybe, i shouldnt.
but in the end, i came up with the conclusion of sending them off.
oh wait, problem. what should i buy as a gift? as an encouragement? as a rememberance?
shitty. headache lah.
then i got up again, went to the tv room, sat in front of it and again, tried not to think about it. come on, its a saturday. it's weekend, i should be resting and just relax.
its not like my friends dont matter to me. they do. in fact, a lot. no wait, humongous lot. i just want to give myself a break since i'm tired physically and mentally. gonna give myself a break after two consecutive days of total 5 hours of squash playing right?
so anyways i sat in front of the tv for err, say 5 or 6 hours? around like that and i bid my nails.. again!
dammit. i guess i tend to do that when i'm feeling down or when i'm in deep thoughts.
heck, i didnt stop thinking about my friends leaving.
during the tv commercials, the postman came by, dropped a few letters in the mailbox and left. the phone bill came and guess what, i'm officially broke and i mean officially brutally broke. god help me.
and there will be a gig tmr. there goes my 20 buckeroos.
well err, about the gig.
Damn Dirty Apes, Prana, Seven Collar T-Shirt, Love Me Butch, Whitelight will be playing. Not too sure about the rest of the bands but yeah a damn gig.
and i have a good hair day today. hurrah.
and both of my butt cheeks are fine now. yay.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
i want to split my heart
and let it bleed onto the ground.
trample it.
take it in and breathe it.
it's thickening and sickening
no one is there to taste the agony
or to feel the lapping flames
but the tranquil flow
begs
and pleads
and i wonder where the people have gone.
i have no inspiration
no motive
no audience
no purpose
the blood pools around your feet
you can smell it
you ignore it
and walk by with the rest of them
stopping only once
to look over your shoulder
and with a tear in your eye
you keep going
it's not who you think
it makes no sense,
yet carries all the meaning of the world
and weighs heavy on my heart
tonight
[soundbites]
marilyn manson - long hard road out of hell
