A glimpse is all you get
Jan 12, 2011
.The.End.
This is my last post here.
This site has been far too depressing for far too long.
Though I really enjoyed it while it lasted.
But posting in here just doesn't cut it anymore.
It's time for change anyways.
Maybe I'll have another blog.
Maybe not.
But keep a look out
here either ways.
I won't delete this blog.
I have hidden so many pieces of me in here after all.
So,
This is farewell,
And so long.
March 31, 2008 - January 12, 2011
[It's been a long run. I will always remember you, little blog.]
And life goes on...
@1/12/2011 03:25:00 AM
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Jan 10, 2011
A.Letter.To>regret.
Hey.
Wherever you are right now,
How's it like there?
Has anything change?
Or is life still a PITA?
But no matter.
Do you still regret?
Then read this and understand.
Regret ain't doing anyone any good.
So do yourself a favor,
Think back to now.
Don't you absolutely loathe that feeling?
That miserable, crushing despair.
That burning rage, unfathomable hatred.
That… sadness.
So let go.
It's been long enough.
Just,
Let go.
Don't look back.
Because there's nothing there now.
-|20111991|
And life goes on...
@1/10/2011 02:37:00 AM
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Jan 4, 2011
2010
2010 has passed.
So many memories were made this year.
Some happy, some sad, and all of them unforgettable.
Even though I really couldn't wait for it to end.
I made a lot of stupid decisions.
And let a lot of stupid emotions get me down.
Can I say I tried?
Nah, that feeble attempt doesn't qualify.
So in the end I'm still the fuck-up I was the year before.
Sigh.
I am so tired of hearing myself whine about the same things every fucking year.
So I'mma post a new year resolution.
- Try not to fuck up most things this time.
- Learn to drive manual.
- Get a steady weekend job.
- Get some spine.
- Get buffed; no lazing around anymore.
- Learn parkour, self-defence arts.
- Polish up my social skills.
- Don't let anyone fuck with my life anymore.
Yeah, that should do it.
And this time I ain't fucking around anymore.
20 years old, and I still have to do this thing.
I swear, this will be the last time I ever need something like this.
So watch out fuckers, I'm coming back.
And life goes on...
@1/04/2011 04:10:00 AM
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Dec 22, 2010
Memories.
They say,
"Without sacrifice, be without gain."
Maybe we're paying for time with memories.
That in order to gain new ones,
We lose old ones.
-
There are some things,
That no amount of time would ever obscure.
These will always remain,
Hidden,
In a corner,
Emerging in the strangest of times,
To remind you.
Of what you've become.
Of what you've chosen.
Of what you've sacrificed.
Of what you are.
-
Memories.
They don't disappear,
They never will.
Only faded,
Like our souls are.
And life goes on...
@12/22/2010 05:17:00 AM
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Dec 11, 2010
.Till.the.End.of.Summers.
Missing in action.
Meh.
I've gotten myself a netbook.
I've spent 800 on clothing and shoes.
I'm waiting for PTPTN to check in.
A bunch of people came and went.
Got back in touch with someone who's been through primary
and
high school together.
The skies, they cry so often.
I still procrastinate.
I got another piercing.
End of this year,
I'm never
looking back.
There's
nothing there anymore.
---
Black storms fill the skies,
The screech of ravens like morbid cries.
A rain, no, tearfalls,
Till the end of summers.
And life goes on...
@12/11/2010 03:33:00 AM
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Oct 23, 2010
.A.Sigh.
Maybe.
Maybe if I wasn't there.
Maybe if nothing happened.
Maybe if we walked away.
-
Often times,
We are required at some point or another,
To choose.
Little, inconsequential choices.
Decisive, life-changing decisions.
It may be correct.
It may be hard.
It may be emotional.
It may be unfair.
It may be many things,
But we chose,
What was right for us.
-
Maybe I was wrong.
Maybe I was immature.
Maybe I was everything but right.
Maybe.
-
But I've chosen.
And life goes on...
@10/23/2010 02:56:00 AM
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Oct 16, 2010
.Fault.?.
It all began,
Not recent enough to be overlooked,
Not too long ago to be forgotten.
But try having every brick that you're standing on taken apart,
One by one,
Till there's nothing left.
Knowing all along that those who laid it there,
Were also the ones taking it away,
While you're falling through that abyss.
-
Are all of you happy now?
Did you get what you want?
What little trust in humanity that I have left,
What little faith,
You've robbed me of it,
Every.
Single.
Little.
Bit.
-
It was fun wasn't it?
All those manipulations,
All those maneuvers.
Did we ended up where you wanted?
But who am I to blame you?
When we be the pawns so willing to be played,
And you the puppeteer so eager to play.
-
The fault is all ours to bear.
And life goes on...
@10/16/2010 01:48:00 AM
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Oct 11, 2010
.Selfish.
Okay.
I don't pick up calls.
I don't bother to call back.
I can't be bothered to reply those texts.
I'd rather stay at home than hang out.
And I don't feel bad.
Not even a single friggin' bit.
Yup.
Maybe I'm just another selfish jerk,
Like so many out there.
Sigh.
I wanna say it's not true.
Hey, I'm just kidding around.
But fuck no.
I am tired of pandering to all your feelings,
Your emotions,
Your disguised actions.
Fuck it.
So yeah.
I'm not that perfect.
I'm not that selfless.
But hell,
I don't give a fuck anymore.
So long,
And fuck you.
-
I'm not a sheep.
I'm a fucking wolf.
-
Psychology note : 11 I's.
Egomaniac scale?
[I don't give a flying fuck to the world.]
And life goes on...
@10/11/2010 12:59:00 AM
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Sep 27, 2010
.ResonancE.
Nothing particularly exciting has happened of late.
I have been either idling between mind-numbing periods of inane boredom,
or partaking in painfully boring jobs which can be quite distressingly tiring.
But I wouldn't have updated just to whine at how inadequately exciting my life is,
Not that I am complaining, of course.
Now on to the subject.
-
23/9/10, an insignificant date perhaps,
But to the 5 friends that went on a roadtrip to Port Dickson on this day,
It was plenty significant,
And perhaps memorable,
In a drunken sort of fiendish mad delight.
It was our first such trip,
And it was a brilliant success of course,
No doubt due to the chemistry in our friendship.
We bonded (I think),
We laughed,
And our hearts resonated on that night.
It was,
Epic, for lack of a better word.
I'm looking forward to the next trip,
And all the other trips after that already. = ]
And life goes on...
@9/27/2010 01:03:00 AM
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Sep 11, 2010
.Choice.?.
Why do they exist if not for you to choose from?
An illusion?
Then how different are we from sentient puppets,
A redundant existence without any significance,
One among infinite others.
Or it is a beautiful lie,
Dished out in enormous proportions,
To force down someone's throat,
Until the only thing left is that so called "choice"?
Define choice.
And life goes on...
@9/11/2010 02:12:00 AM
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