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Wednesday, January 19, 2005

Bullshit Me

A very nice book that I used to have when I was a kid, too nice to touch by hands, incase my fingerprints ruin it. I made a silk bag to put that in, few days later it was ruined by some careless scratches, few more days, it was stolen. I cried for a week.

One of my relative's birthday when I was a teenager, thinking so hard to impress him, at last I have decided to make a cake. My first time ever to make a birthday cake to someone. Once I baked the cake, I put the cream on and sprinkled the rainbow chocolate topping. But it was too hot, cream and the topping were all melted. He had a thin slice and said "thank you but I don't eat much sweet stuff." then left it on the table and walk away.

A good buddy who was having drug problem, which caught my big concern more than anything. I do my best to convince him to quit, I destroyed the friendship of putting too much effort of helping. I been upset for 6 years for losing a friend.

What's next? I can't be nice anymore, not to anything or anyone that doesn't need me. >:-(

And now, I just realised that I'm just not good enough for everything here. I'm so tired, hate living in other's world, hate being selfish, hate being too nice, hate being too rude, hate taking people's crap. All this fucking contradictions and controversy. Is that my problem or the world is too hard to please? What is this all for? Sorry to all the people that I talk today, guess I've revealed another side of my true-self out. I'll try to be funny tomorrow again, hope it could make it up for my crappy attitude today. (sometimes realistist and idealistist can't go too extreme)

P.S. Hijiri wa seinto janai, hito desu. ano hito... itsumo wasurenai, sabishii... *namida*
P.S.S. Imcompletion is back again, but it's just out of my ability to control, I'm so fucked.

[[audio: Taking Back Sunday - You Know How I Do]]

So sick, so sick of being tired.
And oh so tired of being sick.
We're both such magnifacent liars.
So crush me baby, I'm all ears.
So obviously desperate, so desperately obvious.
I'll give in one more time and feed you stupid lines all about "cleaning up my act..."

We won't stand for hazy eyes anymore.

So sick, so sick of being tired.
And oh so tired of being sick.
Willing and ready to prove the worst of everything you said about.
So obviously desperate, so desperately obvious.
So good at setting bad examples.
Listen, chic, I've had all I can handle.

We won't stand for hazy eyes anymore.

Think of all the fun you had.
The finest line divides a night well spent from a waste of time.
Think of all the days you spent alone with just your T.V. set and......"I can barely smile"

Let's go...
He's smoked out in the back of the van, says he's held up with holding on and on and on.

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