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Today I got tagged by somebody. You can go read what Casanova says. And it's so hard to believe that something might actually exist as he does. So hard, that we might even overlook it. I might even overlook it. Kai posted at 8.43p.m, 31-3-09 Tonight we take all that we know And let it fly away It may be hard to let go But just know someday When we take that step foward And turn to look back All we'll see is all that we had -improv. Education Kai posted at 9.04p.m, 30-3-09 No need to keep playing these games. Coz we all know what's going to happen. Kai posted at 7.55 p.m, 29-3-09 Hi. I need to get a clock back up here. Kai posted at 7.44 p.m, 27-3-09 We take chances. Sometimes we succeed. And sometimes we find 10000 ways that won't work. But we never start failing, until we stop trying. Then I've found merely a few hundred ways that won't work. And I've failed so many times more. Lethargy is a bug that has bit me hard. Leaving behinds marks upon my skin. With a imaginary venom that seeps into my skin and puts me in a state of paralysis. My body is free to move as it does, but my mind is left numb and I can't think. No, what a pathethic excuse. I'm just lazy. I should quit while I still have my face. As long as it hasn't melted from the shame I now feel. Treat me as I am, and I will fall. So just leave me be, and treat me like nothing. That way, I can just mourn my own loss. And you will be free of a burden. Had a class outing yesterday. Amazing stuff, that guys house. But I shall not disclose anything here. Just know good times were had by all who made it. :D Wishing for many things But for some reason Solitude, My medicine of the past Is no longer appealing And no longer kills pain whilst killing me Because just like usual Silence is nothing but golden Heavily wearing me down with it's weight And now we can throw away tradition for another 99 posts. Besides, my hands are now a sickening black (and so are my feet) because of computer ink. Imagine the cleaner's suprise when he found out that my hands were dirtier than the floor! So soiled, but at least it's dry, so I don't have to worry about dirtying other parts of my body. Or my clothes. Walked like hell, and my foot is slightly blistered. I have 4 hours to scrub my hands and legs clean because I am going out with friends tonight. Oh, imagine their suprise if I can't manage it. Tsk tsk tsk. Happy 200th post. We celebrate the 2 centurion post with a lot more grandeur and sophistication than the first. With that said, we begin with everything but tradition. So that tradition can die down and originality and unconventional innovations strive. After all, isn't that what most people want nowadays? Just ask the 12 year old girls showing more skin than soft-core material stars 10 years ago. Or the tons of teens creating new trends and claiming individuality. Oh wait, tradition isn't about the old. Tradition is about doing something again for the sake of conforming, and for the sake of familiarity. That's why this post is full of tradition. Because on the 200th post, I am acknowledging it. And I am expressing disappointment and discontent with youth of today. Because I am doing this familiar thing, of typing again in circles and creating links where they shouldn't exist. That is tradition for me. And that's why, this is my 200th post. With it's bright beams of light And varied sounds It beckons me Again and again Until I am in front of it And because I gave up to temptation I am rewarded with pleasure www.myspace.com/forthiscycle www.myspace.com/nevershoutnever I think these are two very talented artists. The first one is 16 years old and is from Singapore! I am addicted to his songs and I am learning to play them on the guitar too. But it's hard because he's not well known, so there's no tabs to his songs. Keeping a boy like me at the edge of his seat Cuba is interesting. I'm tapping my feet to happy tunes. With my guitar slung over my leg Fingers on the fret, don't fret Chords coming soon. I'm not afraid Because there's nothing in my way Oh but the sweet irony I've lost my way. Let the snow fall down on the street And wake me up when you come crashing down We can dance, oh we can sing We can do anything. You know what's funny? My concentration ability and attention spam are lingering at an all time low. Ever since I started this. And I don't know why, which is really stupid considering that while I'm not listening to whatever should be having my attention, I am thinking about stuff that's bothering me. But I can't seem to place my finger, let alone the tip of my tongue, on these little ramblings. Maybe I'm still tired. Because jealously gnaws at my heart, and covers me in sheaths of fear. And because awkard silence tears me apart. So I've signed up. What a sweet luxury, the presence of a listening ear to pour your heart's thoughts into in a single moment. And in that short time, I converted. But then, I switched back. |