organized chaos. One would never think of such a conflicting theory. The theory itself is so complicated it could mean nothing.
I say things I Dont mean. I maybe just a little too late. hello beautiful. Why so lonely?
Unicorns, rainbows and butterflies. Beautiful chaos.
what makes the absence of the heart? How should 1 judge the consequences weighed out against the effort put in. After so much time, as the old saying goes, long use causes wear and tear.
But are we really in this war. This warfare for attention. The fight to keep this burning alive?
Where does or where should 1 turn to if it all suddenly just fades away? Will we go astray? Or keep on living in the moments?
Where does your heart beat now? Where does the passion flow from? Was it all just a facade or was it more of you really wanted more of me. As I still crave, still strive, not for perfection, that’s over rated. Striving for happiness. Striving for tt 1 thing you know was worth striving for in the first place.”
it’s been quite sometime since I did this. Birthday with the miss/mrs, whichever it is was simple yet nostalgic.
And as we type right now, she’s soaking up the sun in bintan and enjoying herself. While I rot away at work. Arghz!
tireless, efforts which conjure the upbringing of nothing. the mystery that clouds the young and indispensable heart. frames of a lifetime roll by as the shutter clicks capturing scenic moments in your life. where was this memory? could timeless portraits of meaningful nothings actually rekindle what was once a happy ending. or will it soon all fade as streams of lights in the city blur out into the loneliest of nights. could the best of you be actually something that you’ve gotten used to? strewn into a field of blue daisies and white sunflowers. the glare from the sun momentarily blinding your hindsight. as you inhale and breath deeply the soft sweet air with frills of grass views of a majestic valley. where the ratio of your love compared to the array of trees humiliates the comfort. will it ever be found out? or will this just remain in a photo. an endless piece of time. the keeper of a once happy heart.
listen. grow. understand. functionally, just giving a damn.
go home, sleep on it. rest. and don’t think about it. we’ll talk about this tomorrow.
where did i go wrong? i lost a friend. somewhere along in the bitterness. and how could i stay up, with you all night. that i know how to save a life.
i may always call. i may always bother you. i may always say things that annoy you. truth to the fact, mixed emotions and feelings swells up in me and sometimes i just wonder. yes, it has been long. yes, maybe we grow fond. time is not a factor. absence makes the heart grow fonder. bitter sweet as it may seem, it hurts, well from time to time at least. the essential meaning of missing, of loving, of understanding, what does it or what should it count for. quaint as it may seem, old records fill the empty room with melodies ever so familiar. and as the rain falls, let’s not care, cos i’m yours and certainly you’re mine.
love was brighter than sunshine. once upon a time.
its so enigmatic just wondering how fast life has passed. for the better part, and worst parts of my life. but a tingling sensation just comes about when you just look back at the times. when you were young. without a care in the world. and the infamous 4, so close. always creating the home into a palace and a place full of dreams and excitement. just looking back at how we used our imagination, and how we played and got along so well. then came the time where disagreements were apparent and you’d have your little squabbles here and there. and as we grow old, well not old but just grow up, we seem to forget from where we came from.
i guess the reason why its so hard to blog is because technology has like provided so many channels of social applications that keeps you busy enough to like not need to blog. i mean why the need to blog? when there’s facebook. ah facebook, constantly updating what the fuck you’re up to and the friends of like 400 – 500 all can see. some of which you wonder when you go through your friends list, who the hell are you and why are you my friend. so fake. i mean does it really mean because we met once you’re going to add me on facebook and act as if you’re my friend but if you see me on the street you won’t even but lift a finger to say hi. i detest that. so maybe its time for me to clean up my “friends” list.
then twitter. you see the thing about twitter its more personalized more than not. at least on twitter you follow real friends who you really want to know why the fuck they are so fucking happening and comparatively to your sad life you are just so dull. at least it makes more sense as its constant updates of your life. like how the party at zouk is, or how the beer at timbre is great, even how stinky people on public transport can get. tada, your gateway to a whole new world of exposing your self.
i think blogging is just fine. but if no one reads then what the fuck is the point.
cringes on a rainy night. you watch your life go by and begin to wonder, just wonder. let’s not make this just another post. let’s make this uninteresting. or it could be interesting. it all depends on your point of view. i think. so what is the real problem? i dont really want to know and i dont really want to believe that there is one. but sometimes it gets so… oh well. ah yes, another common error of the english language. oh well. what a conversation stopper, a spoiler, a what the fuck i’ve got nothing else to say and you’re boring the shit out of me so oh FUCKING well. hah! liberation is what is needed and maybe some time off! from work. yes maybe from work cos like maybe then i could have a weekend. till that is over anyway. speaking to myself. becoming more stupid. inevitable, but avoidable. such contrary. i find more inspiration to write online then on pages. i wonder why. perhaps its the second notion that it carries. like if im trying to write something on a word document it HAS TO DO WITH FREAKING WORK OR PROJECT OR e.t.c. OH WELL. yeah im out of things to blog about. unless you wanna hear my bore as a fire fighter. hah!
