Breathe! Don't forget to Breathe!

*furious*. Why is it we have everything we need, and everything we want. YET the thing that we want MOST of all, is juuust always outside of our grasp? It may not be something material. I have a cool phone that cost a pretty penny, I bought a new pair of birks last month, but what I seemingly would die without at this time (yes, I know this sounds spoilt, it'll pass once I lose faith in the world) doesn't even cost mere peanuts.

I sat down and wrote this letter,
Telling you that I haven't felt better.
Since you’d gone and I was free,
I've been so lonely.

I have so little time to spare now,
I ain't wanted anywhere now.
I'm always stuck at no. 121 Dover,
Friends have stopped coming over.

Feeling sorry for myself,
Wishing I am someone else.
I walk aimlessly around the city,
'Cause I cannot stand others' pity.

Begging doesn’t do the trick,
People think that I’m a lunatic.
The police arrive in time for tea,
Say they’d like to question me.

It hasn't been the best of days.
How I'd love to fly away.
It seems like good luck is always late,
I can only curse my fate.

Why can't I have the average 14-year-old's blog, where he writes,"Today I had mee pok for lunch. It was good. I'm so happy because the pretty girl at church smiled at me today!!!"

Hmph. I blame the need of the average teenager not to be average. When being out, is in, posts like these appear in places where they shouldn't, like this blog.

According to this quiz, because I sometimes experience déjà vu, I will meet someone not related to me in 14 years' time. Hmmmmm...

The next 14 years seem lonely to me..

Rules of Conduct, term 3 of school:

Don't cry,
Get high.
To live, you gotta fly.
Gotta fly.

Don't cheat,
Stand the heat.
Try to, keep on your feet.
Keep on your feet.

Don't feel,
Never heel.
Though beat, refuse to kneel.
Refuse to kneel.

Don't touch,
Or clutch.
Don't hope for too much.
It's too much.

Don't freak,
Don't leak.
Feeling too weak.
Way too weak.

Life's tough,
Play rough.
I've had, enough.
Had enough.

On the last true day of our brief taste of actual happiness, one realises(in hindsight, as usual) that the whole holidays were wasted(intellectually), and the free time was taken for granted. I resolve to make better use of my next vacation. I resolve to resolve the same thing after I fail next time.

You say that the river,
Always finds it's way to the sea,
And like the river,
You will come to me,
Beyond the borders,
And the dry lands,
Like a river...
Like a river...

A disease without a cure.
Like some divine will.
There is no stopping you.

Pain and suffering comes,

Like an ugly stalker.

There is no escape from you

It's deja vu, all over again, twice, again.

I'm on an island at a busy intersection.
I can't go forward,
I can't turn back.
Can't see the future,
It's getting away from me.
I just watch the tail lights glowing.
I'm one step closer to... nothing.

I'm hanging out to dry,
With my old clothes.
Finger still red,
With the prick of the old rose.
Well the heart that hurts,
Is a heart that beats.
Can you hear the drummer slowing?
I'm one step closer to... nothing.

What am I looking for

What happened,
What happened to the friends you could speak your mind to.
The ones with whom you could compliment at every thing done right.
Rather than deprecation of others, and tooting one's own horn.
Those who you could hug, and leave it at that, just a hug between friends.
Where did those friends go?

P.S.
CA is right. You really do act like a retarded baboon the first time.
And the second.
And the third.
Hope that stops soon.

A boy tries hard to be a man.
His mother takes him by his hand.
If he stops to think why,
Oh why,
Does he start to cry.

His dreams will never be fulfilled.
Rushing away like water spilled.
If he stops to think why,
Oh why,
Does he start to cry.

My Johari Window

I saw this in someone else's blog today.

Simply click on the link, and follow the instructions.

Please, please, please answer truthfully. I would rather you not participate if you are going to be a jerk here.

KANOYT'S JOHARI WINDOW

Oh, and remind me to check the results. I tend to forget.

The lost soul.

I knew a boy, he went to school.
What a friend!
He was funny and cool.

But all of a sudden, madness struck.
He was nasty.
We think his brain got stuck.

Now he's just another lonely, lost soul.
Hollow and alone.
No one likes him no more, we're told.

Disc Jockey Samy.
He thinks he's funny.
He'll learn sooner or later.
Soner for his sake, later for our's.

All the promises we're made,
From the cradle to the grave,
nature, will break.

What's that law, that says that the worst thing will most likely happen at the worst time possible?

Murphy's Law, that's it.

It's the small daily things that we've come to take as normal. However, when we scrutinize these things, we realise that there is a pattern. All of these have happened to me on various occasions:

When at the bus stop, every bus except the one you need to take arrives.

Your side of the road never has free taxis driving on it.(classic!)

When you need something from the heap of stuff at the 'sale' cart at Isetan, it's always at the bottom of the heap.

The same day you forget your umbrella is the day it rains.

I know a boy, he went to school.
He knows not that he's playing the fool.
He barely knew his name.
They tried to tell him, he would never listen,
He would never be, as popular as the guy on the TV.
He turned the other cheek.