Saturday, August 8, 2009

Because I Felt Like It..




"OMG RON WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU JERKING OFF TO PROF. MCGONAGALLS PIC?!"

hehehe hi bobbbby!

Friday, August 7, 2009

Shush girl, shut your lips, do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips.

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What the flipping mother pyjamas is that supposed to mean? But in my world, it kinda means I can't (bo liao-ly) blog hop on a boring friday night. The only other thing that comes to mind? Auto bots, roll out!



(wah nostrils like big only.)


To YOU: i bet you know that i miss you so, then again what's it but an empty emotion now?

Friday, July 31, 2009

Imagine...

Having your heart broken over and over, but you still believe.


Doesn't matter anymore does it?


"It isn't the problem along the way that make us or break us. It's how we learn to stand and face them that makes the difference. The greatest joy in life always came from doing what others said that you can't do."


But you're alone. Because no one else believes.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Emolicious 123.

I just heard this really good jazzed up version of No Doubt's- Don't Speak and it just hit me. The lyrics.. they mean everything.

You and me
We used to be together
Everyday together always
I really feel
That I'm losing my best friend
I can't believe
This could be the end
It looks as though you're letting go
And if it's real
Well I don't want to know

Don't speak
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me cause it hurts
Don't speak
I know what you're thinking
I don't need your reasons
Don't tell me cause it hurts

Our memories
Well, they can be inviting
But some are altogether
Mighty frightening
As we die, both you and I
With my head in my hands
I sit and cry

Don't speak
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me cause it hurts (no, no, no)
Don't speak
I know what you're thinking
I don't need your reasons
Don't tell me cause it hurts

It's all ending
I gotta stop pretending who we are...
You and me I can see us dying...are we?


Wah here I go............... crying myself a fucking river. Again.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Monday, July 20, 2009

Why Does Love Always Feel Like, A Battlefield?

Picture Vomit!
























Its been a month now and as for my situation with Kross, I am still not over him and i know its something others will never understand. Cause besides the downs everybody has heard of, nobody else knows the happiness or understands the love that was once present and everything we had.
At this point in time, I will never understand/accept the reason we turned out this way and it would've been easier to pick up the pieces if I hated him instead of all this love i still have but things and time have made me realise that i've reached a point whereby I know that he doesn't feel the same way I do anymore and nothing will change his mind. And I know it's really cliched but I mean it when I say that as long as he's happy and i know he'll be okay, i'll be alright. In time. A long long time.
Without a doubt I still feel my heart flutter when I look at him, the need to stand up and defend him when he is put down, the want to talk about him fondly to others
and to love/care/miss him the same way i always did. But during our time apart, I've come to learn that although I yearn for it, he doesn't have to be with me to find happiness again.
And i know it'll probably break my heart to see the one i love, happy with someone else. But it'd probably kill me to know that the one i love is unhappy with me.

So Kumar, I am finally setting you free. Without hope or obligation to return to me. You opened my eyes to a lot of things all this while, and I thank you for something so beautiful.

EDIT: It sucks cause I don't feel anger, instead im filled with nothing but sadness. I just keep on living in denial with the little hope I cling on to.


and although I still love you,
Note To Self: DEAL WITH IT RAJINI KRISHNAMUTI.