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The only thing you gave me, was the gift, of missing you, jaja. underneath the stars
I'll wait for you darling.

I can practise day by day, my magic tricks, just to see you smile.
Strum my guitar, sing out loud to you, just to keep you entertained.
Go around the world, if i'm rich, to get you all the things that you like.
Even let you go, seeing you leave, for you to be with some other guy.
The only thing that I CANT, is to see you SAD.
But for a man who loves that girl, it's hard not to be jealous as she gives no certain answers.
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He's in doubt.
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Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Hey bloggy,
3:21 AM

i tell you something. I have no idea at all, no, none at all. It's just weird and it doesnt make the slightest sense, to make everything appear this way. No oblivious is not the word anymore, it's more than that, like playing a game or something. The one in control is always the same, and you have to keep playing, over and over a game, just to realise that nothing has changed. nothing. at all. it's 3.25.a.m now and i've just finished my business law. I have so many things to rant about. so much. it's heavy. But so little time to suit my rants.

Now, i just feel like giving up. get a vacation and come back a new guy, my typical escape, my typical change. Come back as one that nobody can recognise. BUT is that what i really want? honestly. seriously. I HAVE NO IDEA AT ALL, no, none at all. It's just weird and it doesnt make the slightest sense. Why do you have to do this, why do you have to do that, why did you decide to stay here, why did you decide to go there. why why why why why. Blogging shows my insecurity, i dont like that. no no, dont like. hah, im somehow can relate to market positioning. It's the way you position yourself, but why would you wanna position yourself in this way? adding those tiny little details that are not necessary at all! or was that the IMPORTANT point that i missed out. I really dont know, and i dont blame myself for being stupid. Because, ... ... ... Nick and Ben and I are the same. SAME SAME SAME SAME SAME. We just get our skin hooked on and dragged by a fish hook that pierce right into our flesh. And while we struggle to get away, it just hurt more every pull you try. AND IT ALL COMES BACK to one point. Think Again.


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