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I've been watching but the stars refuse to shine

I love you for a million reasons,
no paper would ever do it justice.
its a thing not of the mind,
but of the heart.
a feeling, only felt.
There are moments when i don't know if its real,
or if anybody feels the way i feel.

I CAN'T STUDY BIO.

Truth be told i miss you, and truth be told I'm lying.

I've certainly had moments of great highs where I felt as though I were standing in the middle of a mountain stream with fishing pole in hand and the afternoon sunlight playing over my shoulders as if pouring from out Pan’s pipes into my soul. A sense of timelessness, purity, and simplicity. That “Sittin’ on the Dock of the Bay” feeling that just creeps up on a body like childrens’ toes over the edge of a boat just coasting across the water.

Yet, then there were moments to weep over when I felt frightened and betrayed by some outside force which seemed so far beyond my range of understanding, where I realized I had no life experience to fall back upon to help guide me through. Nothing with which I could say to myself, with confidence,”I survived that so I can make it through this.”


OMG, i don't wanna use blogger anymore!
i think i might go make a new blog.
blogger sucks - i can't change font, post pictures and even the font size!):

ndp celebration

this year, this time, this date will be:
04:05:06 07/08/09
such a consecutive sequence will never happen again.

I think my eyes have been exposed to too much tkam,
and now, they hurt and i feel tired.
but i am supposed to be studying, not blogging.
why am i doing this.
stupid bloger doesn't allow me to put my pictures.
gah):

Anyway, today's ndp celebration was alright.
we didn't do much, so it wasn't that great.
oh and the screwed tatoos won't come off!
i washed and washed and washed, but it still refused to come off me.
stupid, now my face is red because i rubbed it too hard.

exams are coming and im not studying,
i must be crazy.
ok i'm gonna like chiong everything now,
and try to shove as much as i can into my hugehuge brain,
i am not gonna be blogging until exams are over and blogger lets me post pictures.

i can't study,
whats wrong with me. i suddenly feel so tired.
i don't wanna go back to school.
life sucks.
ftw.
fml.
fsth.
go figure.

Here we go, go, go again

I throw all you stuff away
then i clear you out of my head
I tear you out of my heart
and ignore all your messages.
I tell everyone that we're through cause im so much better without you.
But its just another pretty lie,
cause i break down everytime you come around.

So how did you get here under my skin,
swore that i'd never let you back in
should've known better than trying to let you go
Cause here we go again.

Guilty pleasure

I'm a nightmare, a disaster, thats what they always say.

I'm a lost cause, not a hero.

You know how you stand and stand and stand in line for the most gigantic incredible roller coaster you've ever dared attempt.
Anticipation swelling, minute by minute by minute, you choose to wait even longer to ride the front car and finally its your turn.
They buckle you in, lock the safety bar with a jolting cluck! Hook engaged, the chain jerks you forward. You start to climb.
Cresting the top, time moves into overtime as you wait for that scant hesitation, just before you drop.
You know how you feel at that instant? Well, thats exactly how it feels when you shake hands with a monster.

Destiny is for losers.

It's just a lame excuse for letting things happen to you instead of making them happen.