Sunday, 15 November 2009
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Under the gun
deprivation is the least of my worries. internal accusations and torment, torn between
choices. wheres the glee in my life. i have none. none worth fighting for? gunning for a
better place in the world, my crippled self and injured vessel. the world has none. none
worth fighting for?
its the little things we miss in life that make it worthwhile. they make life worth fighting for.
Saturday, 14 November 2009
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We looked like giants
i wish the whole world was air-conditioned. then global warming wouldn't exist.
and i could put my sweaters to good use.
Monday, 09 November 2009
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Darkness daarkness
i don't know what they were running from though.
frankly, i think supermodels are gonna be redundant and extinct in a few years or so. it
just doesnt make sense to keep them around when every model shot is being digitally
enhanced to the extent that they look plastic. why not save the trouble and tears, reduce
the rate of anorexia, and make a quick buck or two by selling them all for firewood.
(and thanks emma, for dedicating a facial expression to me) i feel honoured, you bitch.
Saturday, 07 November 2009
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Anachronism
sleep is for the weak. its for the unappreciated and the homeless. its the venom in my veins
its the dust around me. it renders me helpless, it fractures my thoughts. its a stranger to me.
i've always been bad at decisions, i'm tattered and through, i need a "for dummies" guide for this.
Thursday, 05 November 2009
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The illusion of safety
this war, it rages on.
meow.
Wednesday, 04 November 2009
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In the midst of Lions
im so not ready for this. but i guess im glad knowing that my parents are on my side. i'll try my best,
although it probably wouldnt result in a 40 point grade. i'm comforted with the fact that even with a
score of 34 i'd still be able to pursue my passion. although i would need to brush up on my sketching
and photoshop skills over the next 2 years. im not built for this. my stress level indicator is approaching
its capacity. but im glad. i should be.
my bedroom light is starting to flicker. i feel a seizure coming up.
Tuesday, 03 November 2009
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10:00
to be able to get into an arts school or an art-related course is all i ask for.
sometimes i wonder if i had chosen the right school at all. im not gunning
for a desk job, or a high income profession. i just wanna get a job which
allows me to express myself in some creative shape or form, i'd be happy
then. sigh i need a major re-evaluation of my life. i apologise in advance to
whoever expects me to score well in IB. truth is, im not planning to.
Monday, 02 November 2009
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Goddamn the light
IB is two days before the day after tomorrow.
Wednesday, 28 October 2009
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Strangers in the wind
witness my sanity in its weakest state. for a minor moment maybe i would turn
away, look toward the wind, because i never trusted the calmness, the evil on
screen pretense. why then, should you hold on to your empty dreams, your kids
and trolleys, the unappreciative. for shes a walking time machine with error after
arrow, consistent hypocrisy, a mighty turn of the century. she needs care and cursing,
conditions to bear. lest she becomes one of them. a feeble play, a mediocre symbol,
a dreamer for the kill.
today i added my fair share of creativity to a starbucks menu for the first time.
the free sushi made my day and i am looking forward to the new christmas specials,
namely toffee nut and peppermint.
