So many words in the dictionary...
G!NJ05@
Like a computer generated code.
But yet, I just cant find any that fits...
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
One [and only] big disadvantage.
I'd gladly go.
Cause the list of incentives are endless, really, if you think about it. The freedom the roam, to learn to breathe. The time to myself, the private bedroom without you beating me awake or slamming your foot into my sides... Oh, wouldn't it be nice. My dear sister, why wouldn't I? A life without you. Wouldn't that be nice?
Only one [not so] little problem - I'd like to bring someone else along.
Cause the list of incentives are endless, really, if you think about it. The freedom the roam, to learn to breathe. The time to myself, the private bedroom without you beating me awake or slamming your foot into my sides... Oh, wouldn't it be nice. My dear sister, why wouldn't I? A life without you. Wouldn't that be nice?
Only one [not so] little problem - I'd like to bring someone else along.
With only one goal in mind.
Two years and three more months.
As I unscrew the lid to my relatively untouched savings, and dig for coins, counting the tens and the twenties ever so carefully, I tell myself to think of then. And as I walk pass the keys, ignoring their sweet calls that echoe in my mind, I remind myself to think of the day I'll walk out of here free.
Free. Free as a bird.
As I unscrew the lid to my relatively untouched savings, and dig for coins, counting the tens and the twenties ever so carefully, I tell myself to think of then. And as I walk pass the keys, ignoring their sweet calls that echoe in my mind, I remind myself to think of the day I'll walk out of here free.
Free. Free as a bird.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Living things talk to me.
Well, at least some do.
Like some keys, for example, always call out to me Min Jun, Min Jun! Turn me, please! Pity that only some keys talk to me, you know. My home keys, unfortunately, are an exception. I wish exam papers spoke to me too though. They could go Min Jun, you should write "2" onto my dotted line right here. And "789" over here, and "38/7" under there!
You know those little holes on keys? Those are the mouths.
Like some keys, for example, always call out to me Min Jun, Min Jun! Turn me, please! Pity that only some keys talk to me, you know. My home keys, unfortunately, are an exception. I wish exam papers spoke to me too though. They could go Min Jun, you should write "2" onto my dotted line right here. And "789" over here, and "38/7" under there!
You know those little holes on keys? Those are the mouths.
Monday, August 3, 2009
When the dog bites, when the bee stings...
I simply remember my favourite things...
Let me just find myself on the breakwaters, under the warm warm sun. May thirteenth, you say? Let me be sitting on the edge, with my toes in the water, let me feel the waves beating against my feet. Let me enjoy the breeze for a moment, let me stretch a little. Let me tear a bit - how wonderful Life is. Let me, before I plunge into the beautiful sea.
... And then I don't feel, so sad.
Let me just find myself on the breakwaters, under the warm warm sun. May thirteenth, you say? Let me be sitting on the edge, with my toes in the water, let me feel the waves beating against my feet. Let me enjoy the breeze for a moment, let me stretch a little. Let me tear a bit - how wonderful Life is. Let me, before I plunge into the beautiful sea.
... And then I don't feel, so sad.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Something sudden.
Hits me without a warning.
The urge to cycle, under the hot burning sun, with the breeze hitting me in the face. This overwhelming depressing feeling of loss, as if someone I know has passed on to the next life. A deep need for some comfort, some warmth, some sort of affection. The want to sit by the breakwaters, in your arms.
I might crumble.
The urge to cycle, under the hot burning sun, with the breeze hitting me in the face. This overwhelming depressing feeling of loss, as if someone I know has passed on to the next life. A deep need for some comfort, some warmth, some sort of affection. The want to sit by the breakwaters, in your arms.
I might crumble.
Friday, July 31, 2009
Vacuum-packed.
What would it be like?
To swallow a vacuum packing machine. Would it suck up your insides and leave your feeling sick and hollow but yet robbed of substance to puke? If you stuck a vacuum nozzle down your throat, would you be robbed of air? Would you feel as if your insides are falling out and you're just getting all twisted, inside-out?
Would it feel like this?
To swallow a vacuum packing machine. Would it suck up your insides and leave your feeling sick and hollow but yet robbed of substance to puke? If you stuck a vacuum nozzle down your throat, would you be robbed of air? Would you feel as if your insides are falling out and you're just getting all twisted, inside-out?
Would it feel like this?
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