Saturday, January 30, 2010

-to death

i've already eaten up my dvds (still not all that is unwatched), stuffing my phone with things over-the-air, taken shower, sunk in my sofabed, and spent the whole day craving for donuts. and now i'm kinda bored. so, i decided to blog.

oh my, i'm so bored and i really really really want something glazed with sugar icing.

haaaaaaaaaaaargh.

Monday, January 25, 2010

once was tagged



Using only song names from ONE BAND or ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions.. Try not to repeat a song title. It's a lot harder than you think! Repost as "my life according to (band name)"


Pick your Artist: GARBAGE

Are you a female: Stupid Girl

Describe yourself: Untouchable

How do you feel: Can't Cry These Tears

Describe where you currently live: The World is Not Enough

If you could go anywhere, where would you go: Parade

Your favorite form of transportation: Cup of Coffee

Your best friend is: Androgyny

You and your best friends are: Cherry Lips

What's the weather like: So Like A Rose

Favorite time of day: When I Grow Up

If your life was a TV show, what would it be called: Why Do You Love Me

What is life to you: The Trick is to Keep Breathing

Your relationship: Medication

Your fear: Hammering in My Head

What is the best advice you have to give: Push It

How I would like to die: You Look So Fine

My soul's present condition: Special

My Motto: Temptation Waits

Sunday, January 24, 2010

hi all, i am back

no, i am not, and not at all. and i don't even want to be.

so here, let me put it this way:
the only thing i don't want to be related to is anything vulnerable. like glass, water, or paper. while you're one who is so proud of being so. i am not.

the only thing i always try to keep doing was letting go and never look back. while you're one who is so proud of doing the opposite. i am not.

one of the most useless things i consider as a waste of energy and effort is comparing one self to the other. while you think you're so good at being compared to that nothing could ever beat you down. i do not.

what's the point of being seen as someone vulnerable while constantly keeping up the competition between you and the other, seeking the opportunity to win by gaining sympathy? it's not even a competition if it's not being held objectively.

what's the point of comparing two absolutely-different things that happen in two absolutely-different stages of time?

what's the point of not letting go, suffering yourself, and be proud about it?

if you prefer to speak metaphors instead of blatant truth, let me translate this to you in my most favorite metaphorical statement:

YOU'RE A FREAK