January 2012
31 posts
“when we get older, and lose our pride and vanity”
"And then I pass the front door, and all these... →
“For me the ultimate luxury is to be alone, to have time for myself, not look at...”
– Karl Lagerfeld (via claytoncubitt)
"...woman so destitute her only possession was her... →
claytoncubitt:
(thanks Angel!)
“He asked me, ‘What do you want to achieve with your life?’ I thought about it...”
– David Hornik (via inky)
but then again,
comparing to almost anybody else, i’m actually quite a loser.
Waits?
“I’m not living, I’m just killing time.”
“And true love waits, In haunted attics.”
Trade.
This is my way of being selfish. Because I have the feeling that everything I had done up till now, is the way I use to comfort myself.
But then again, useless, is useless.
I don't know but,
I have the feeling I will be losing my index finger for more than this 18 days. And the new one I’m getting will be nothing like mine.
Bulletproof
“I could burst a million bubbles..”
Why
Nope,
Do not ever defy nature.
Nature will not tolerate any nonsense.
Why not?
I can talk all I want, but I should start doing now instead.
Still
And it always pops up in my mind. Was everything I did up till then so harsh, that your revenge had to be so cold?
Because that blow set me back until now and there’s no knowing when it will go away.
Jinx
Give me a blunt tool, and it will cut me.
December 2011
6 posts
Mix up,
A Tuesday which felt like a Wednesday.
And I’m falling back into that pit. A pit so dark, you’d walk right into the wall.
And so I will dedicate the next 30 minutes sitting down quietly and pulling myself out of it, like I always do.
Dustbin
The longer I sit here, the more I realise this is not working.
I need a stronger blend of tobacco
I need camel
Not a good idea eh,
For I am, but my own therapist.
Slaughter
There’s this thing going on everyday, to someone, to anyone, to everyone. They all call it the routine, I would love to refer it to ‘the slaughter’. Being led around life by the neck, we unknowingly follows. Our lives being led by others.
There are things we could control, there are choices we could make, and there are nothing else. Words cannot affect the choice we make. We,...
Loathe
I, Work with anything the world throws at me, and when they throw nothing, I do nothing.
A week,
I took a little more than a full week to settle down and after settling, it feels kind of good.
But I do have one regret. What if I held a conversation differently, have an early night and woke up early.
I have a whole lot to talk about the phrase “what if”, but I’ll leave it for another day.
November 2011
6 posts
welcome december
November ended as a blank. For most part at least.
All that happened was alcohol, alcohol and more alcohol.
Had been feeling very distracted lately, eyes straying away, mind thinking of everything, and these adds up with the heavy catching up with the tempo back here. Alot happened, alot is happening and alot, are going to happen.
This, is a mad chase, with reality. And so i chose alcohol.
“No. You can’t understand. I’ve met people like you. You’re one of those happy people.”
First week.
So now, I’m 21.
I’m throwing everything away. Everything that was me. This year onwards, I will stay focused and dedicate my time to music, army and my career.
By next year’s Chinese new year, I will have my portfolio at 50%, my savings able to buy me a new desktop/laptop and found a stable place to play music.
Everything from then, I will have a plan, somehow.
But of...
October 2011
47 posts
Well,
november will be month of solitude.
and it will be awesome!
Years back.
There’s this day which I still remember.
I was sad, lonely, exhausted, disappointed, angry, zoning out. I headed home after practise straight, didn’t shower nor change my clothes and went straight to bed. It was a night I wanted to stay out late, and I guess I’m used to not having people to stay out together.
And so, I woke up, checked my phone only to find it suspiciously...
Did I tell anyone I hate halloween a lot?
Deep, dark, smooth.
I have got the greatest obsession with sound. And I can never hear myself.
So others will always be better.
Bitter.
I do smell of rage.
Its the next day.
And the effects wore off, like coming back after a smoke break.
Old things. Old friends. Old places. Old songs. They all lose their thrill over time, some faster, some, maybe, takes forever. And what we do when things get old? We replace. We buy, we craft, we seek, we enjoy.
Well. I guess.
Have we all overlooked the things we can do with old stuff? Endless tinkering, tweaking and discovering...
home tuesday
beer cheered me up. Pretty well i’d say.
I’ll leave the rest for tomorrow
