Roars and grrs and arghs.

How self-centered can a person get?


Twisted.

Burning on just like a match you strike

to incinerate the lives of everyone you know.


The pathetic-looking creature at the corner isn't what you think it is. Not everything is as it seems.

Those who listen, be fair. Listen to both sides of the story. There're always two sides to everything. Like Adam and Eve. Yin and Yang. Heaven and Earth.

No, this is not rubbish. If you do not understand what this post is about, don't call it trash. Don't give things a label. Don't give people labels too, just 'cos they're not living in your valley of death.

Not everyone who moves on is truly happy. And if they are, then give them a chance to be. Everyone deserves to find their very own ray of sunshine. If yours is still hidden behind stormy clouds or whatever, then search for it in another piece of sky. Don't wither in self-pity and make it seem like somebody owes you something. Accept the facts, and move on.

Instead of searching for someone or deeming someone as worthy, make yourself worthy of that person first. Of any person. Don't waste your time blaming, 'cos no one is in the wrong here. What is wrong with being with someone who makes you happy? You're that selfish that you won't even give others a chance to discover what happiness they've found? And no, happiness is not crap. Even if it's short-lived, let it be. Let the one who chose that path to carry on. If it is worth his/her time, then let that person be. What might not mean much to you might mean a hell lot to another.

Don't judge, 'cos you never know what you might do/become if you, one day, walk in another's shoes.

Give yourself another go. Not everyone's relationship is smooth-sailing. Not even at the beginning or when you find a brand-new love. Trust me. Trust people around you. Be happy for the one who has found someone. And don't lose hope in finding that one person for yourself. You never know. You never, ever do.

Bars, and not of gold.

I feel like a bloody caged animal.

More transformed fabrics due for Monday's Textiles.
Kinesics presentation,
and Ancient Civilization Project due Tuesday.
Textiles Research book due Wednesday.



GIVE ME STRENGTH.

EFF.

I.
AM.
FREAKING.
OUT.


WORK SUCKS WORK SUCKS WORK SUCKS WORK SUCKS WORK SUCKS WORK SUCKS WORK SUCKS WORK SUCKS WORK SUCKS WORK SUCKS WORK SUCKS WORK SUCKS WORK SUCKS WORK SUCKS WORK SUCKS WORK SUCKS WORK SUCKS WORK SUCKS WORK SUCKS WORK SUCKS WORK SUCKS WORK SUCKS WORK SUCKS WORK SUCKS WORK SUCKS WORK SUCKS WORK SUCKS WORK SUCKS WORK SUCKS WORK SUCKS WORK SUCKS WORK SUCKS WORK SUCKS WORK SUCKS WORK SUCKS WORK SUCKS WORK SUCKS WORK SUCKS WORK SUCKS WORK SUCKS WORK SUCKS WORK SUCKS WORK SUCKS .

Sleep.

Well I could sleep forever
But it's of her I dream
If I could sleep forever
I could forget about everything
If I could sleep forever
If I could sleep forever
If I could sleep forever


I find myself floating, detached, in a dream-like world.

What is he saying?


It feels like nothing can be resolved; just that the desire is fulfilled. And we're being swept away by the words of this seemingly endless melody. We're drifting into some sort of serene illusion.

I want to go someplace quiet and eradicate this feeling of world-weariness.

Remember.

Days are racing ahead to another year.

When this year closes, I would have learnt, loved, lost, endured, enjoyed, cherished, abandoned and understood alot more than I would later realize. There's nothing I want to forget. But the thing about memories is that they fade into tiny specks in your brain and then disintegrate into nothingness.

What does it say about the memories you actually remember for a lifetime?

If love is blind, if love's a drug

It always is
It always was and
Love was surely made for fools like me


Lisa Loeb sure knows how to sing a song.
RAH.

Running out.

No time, no time, no time.
No time for myself or anyone else. Everything is going to suck very soon.

I miss everyone.


Random; completely missed NDP this year.

And to my BFOL: WE DIDN'T GET THE CALL. SOB.

Broken, now.

The broken clock is a comfort, it helps me sleep tonight
Maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing all my time
I am here still waiting though I still have my doubts
I am damaged at best, like you've already figured out

I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart that's still beating
In the pain there is healing
In your name I find meaning
So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on
I'm barely holdin' on to you

The broken locks were a warning you got inside my head
I tried my best to be guarded, I'm an open book instead
I still see your reflection inside of my eyes
They are looking for a purpose, they're still looking for life

I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing
with a broken heart that's still beating
In the pain there is healing
In your name I find meaning
So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on
I'm barely holdin' on to you

I'm hangin' on another day
Just to see what you will throw my way
And I'm hangin' on to the words you say
You said that I will be ok

The broken lights on the freeway left me here alone
I may have lost my way now,
haven't forgotten my way home