busy keeping up with the fast-paced yesterday, today and tomorrow.
inactive online because of the other wonders of internet
prone to sickness, physically, mentally and virtually.
Had a nightmare, a terrible dirty one. Woke up and absented myself for school. The red-eyed devil took over me today. Was stuck with headaches. Just spent my time putting stuffs in the oven, the sweetness of the brownies was superb. Along with my butt-aches from sitting too much, now spending my time writing. The head-turning monster now is slightly taking over. arghh, resisting now, trying. It still remains. Well, im ending it here. Thank you.
Mar 28, 2007
♥4:43 PM
My second post yet, my first blog. Thanks yea dear friends? The fact that life today is different is because, it is different everyday i guess. Its been a long time us four Homo-sapiens talked about our toilet days. About that time that I farted? Nope. I've always been farting till now so it’s nothing of the past. It seems that I’m busy most of the time now, rare for us to be absolute and free. Wicked how ways of friendship changes but us four still remain. Skipping this absoluteness would mean something is amiss and something I could applaud to myself for not doing so. How time moves fast. Well, if time moves fast, then we need to be faster, at least try our best. Somehow, it never could happen, how time shows her, she never notices anyway, she never tried. Still glued to my unrefined past, and keep shoving it in my face, how happy is that? Accusing of the untrue. That really is too much. Here, now, ending with thoughts of thought I never thought I could think of.
Mar 26, 2007
♥8:08 PM
If it were the only time left would I wonder why humans turn red? Mentioned something about numbers till the very end like bullets through my head. Like paper if you scribble, like paper if you write. That’s the difference. Stared once, here comes the second. Still and motionless, you remain. Like a dead soul I’ve been talking to, like questioning is forbidden. Behind those pure eyes are nothing but irresponsibility, stamped all over the mind and heart, concealed by ranks and undeserving respect. Fingers can’t catch water you’re throwing, stupid enough to be taught that way, that way you are. Those unfashionably mind of yours work in different way than a kind heart would treat; kind hearts have incredible minds. Yours are not equivalent, never will it be. Having a certain power, cutting people out, killing them, I say murder. I say ravage, angst, brutal is what you created within others. We are slaves to this unfortunate function. Full of anger as we are, speechless we remain. Speechless I remain. Behaviour as uncivilised as you, who should know better than others. I have lost, and will always, lose respect of what I have always thought of a better future waiting, the one you shaped out, and than betrayed me, and a lot more people.