I lost my mojo to jojo
The world starts 2009 with resolutions and aims.
I start the year with a huge heavy case of phlegm and mucus.
nose = waterfall
lungs = battered deflated ballon
throat = the gulf
head = hollow vacuum
me = sick
Recovery is slow but definite.
Coughs.
-Dang-
HATE. HATE. HATE.
School is suprisingly pleasant.
Life have been expectedly smooth.
I hate the fact that I hardly update nowadays.
Probably I just do not bother anymore.
One of my resolutions was to start 'bothering'.
To be bothered about the weather, the recipe of the hokkien noodles at far east, to be bothered about retaining others' pride and emotions.
To bother? Ugh..
Why bother.
This other small section is dedicated to a soul.
A soul craving for attention
so here is a small section for you.
First thing, don't have to brush it in my face.
Secondly, the insecurities masked by loud brash explicit words? keep doing that. You need it.
Thirdly, Balls to you and your god-damn BEST-FRIEND.
Lastly.that's the best you can achieve? Dang girl.
I AM SO GOD-DAMN JEALOUS.
not.
sometimes the broken just need to fix themselves so bad by reacting stupid.
stupid .
Thats you and your GOD-DAMN BESTFRIEND.
And to another,
You could have just told me straight in the face.
I would have accepted it.
cause furthermore, true enough she needs the attention more.
Like?
not?
Like?
Not?
screw off.
On a very random note.
A module this sem requires me to keep a blog in which i jot down my thoughts and which will be monitored by my lecturer.
he said " if you already have one. That's good. Just pass the url"
After much consideration, I shall leave out this url ntothea,livejournal.com.
-end-
Decode
Paramore
How can I decide what's right
When you're clouding up my mind?
I can't win your losing fight
All the time.
Not gonna ever own what's mine
When you're always taking sides
But you won't take away my pride.
No, not this time.
Not this time.
How did we get here?
When I used to know you so well.
But how did we get here?
Well, I think I know.
The truth is hiding in your eyes
And it's hanging on your tongue.
Just boiling in my blood.
But you think that I can't see
What kind of man that you are,
If you're a man at all.
Well, I will figure this one out
On my own.
(I'm screaming, "I love you so.")
On my own.
(My thoughts you can't decode)
How did we get here?
When I used to know you so well, yeah.
But how did we get here?
Well, I think I know.
Do you see what we've done?
We've gone and made such fools
Of ourselves.
Do you see what we've done?
We've gone and made such fools
Of ourselves.
Yeah.Yeah.
How did we get here?
When I used to know you so well, yeah, yeah.
How did we get here?
Well, I used to know you so well.
I think I know.
I think I know.
There is something I see in you.
It might kill me.
I want it to be true.
I start the year with a huge heavy case of phlegm and mucus.
nose = waterfall
lungs = battered deflated ballon
throat = the gulf
head = hollow vacuum
me = sick
Recovery is slow but definite.
Coughs.
-Dang-
HATE. HATE. HATE.
School is suprisingly pleasant.
Life have been expectedly smooth.
I hate the fact that I hardly update nowadays.
Probably I just do not bother anymore.
One of my resolutions was to start 'bothering'.
To be bothered about the weather, the recipe of the hokkien noodles at far east, to be bothered about retaining others' pride and emotions.
To bother? Ugh..
Why bother.
This other small section is dedicated to a soul.
A soul craving for attention
so here is a small section for you.
First thing, don't have to brush it in my face.
Secondly, the insecurities masked by loud brash explicit words? keep doing that. You need it.
Thirdly, Balls to you and your god-damn BEST-FRIEND.
Lastly.that's the best you can achieve? Dang girl.
I AM SO GOD-DAMN JEALOUS.
not.
sometimes the broken just need to fix themselves so bad by reacting stupid.
stupid .
Thats you and your GOD-DAMN BESTFRIEND.
And to another,
You could have just told me straight in the face.
I would have accepted it.
cause furthermore, true enough she needs the attention more.
Like?
not?
Like?
Not?
screw off.
On a very random note.
A module this sem requires me to keep a blog in which i jot down my thoughts and which will be monitored by my lecturer.
he said " if you already have one. That's good. Just pass the url"
After much consideration, I shall leave out this url ntothea,livejournal.com.
-end-
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Paramore
How can I decide what's right
When you're clouding up my mind?
I can't win your losing fight
All the time.
Not gonna ever own what's mine
When you're always taking sides
But you won't take away my pride.
No, not this time.
Not this time.
How did we get here?
When I used to know you so well.
But how did we get here?
Well, I think I know.
The truth is hiding in your eyes
And it's hanging on your tongue.
Just boiling in my blood.
But you think that I can't see
What kind of man that you are,
If you're a man at all.
Well, I will figure this one out
On my own.
(I'm screaming, "I love you so.")
On my own.
(My thoughts you can't decode)
How did we get here?
When I used to know you so well, yeah.
But how did we get here?
Well, I think I know.
Do you see what we've done?
We've gone and made such fools
Of ourselves.
Do you see what we've done?
We've gone and made such fools
Of ourselves.
Yeah.Yeah.
How did we get here?
When I used to know you so well, yeah, yeah.
How did we get here?
Well, I used to know you so well.
I think I know.
I think I know.
There is something I see in you.
It might kill me.
I want it to be true.