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me in awe of myself
me in adoration of self
me in love with the preponderance of idealism
me in love with the new old world
me holding on to pretty memories
*screams my throat dry*
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*collapses to the ground*
How does one jump in the sea full of her faces? Stepping on pieces of lips and lids as we tread the trail of time-line. Perfect I'll say. When the tea finish sipping itself at the edge of the china and we tip over to peek on a slice of possibilities. The sky is the limit, but my universe is infinity.
It is true. I am the ultimate paradox of my own. When I decided to switch the swatches of color around and round and round till it's a swirl of lollipop on that stark white canvas. I make you see what you dont and miss what you can. Pleasing aint it? To have read this much and still not make sense of my nonsense?
Consider yourself teased love. We have a long way to go. Perhaps. Maybe.
I no like how the days of the weeks are playing me.
I no like how people look and snigger behind my back.
I no like the way you piteously smile at me.
I no like the fact that all my hunches and jumbled up.
I no like how every nitty gritty details is riding up my nerve.
I no like it when I see the hurt faces of the ones I snap at.
I no like the guilt of indulging.
I no like the mess I create.
I no like how the lids itches.
I no like my indiscipline.
And I especially hate the standards I set upon me a long time back and the need for me to conform to it regardless the circumstance.
I hate ranting.
This very breath of mine.
Blue is the new black they say
It's better when you're as cool and shiny like the lapis lazuli
I sometimes do wonder, do more slideshows actually make us better doctors?
Walking terrificly straight in all that turquoise.
I do too stutter, always
When suddenly my twitch betrays me.
I like the loner, sitting.
Perfect stranger
hoping you would sit beside and spend some time with me.
Time do laugh at me for being a fool
Thinking I have tomorrow in my grasp.
Forever the master.
But she shook she shook
In frailty when the clock drops
And all's hanging is the shadow of the blackforest.
Hear the mellows of her cry?
That is the song you have yet to fathom
Despite the repertoire.
The smile in every picture?
An artisan's masterpiece.
Am I that impersonator?
Yes I am
Have I deceived?
Perhaps
Have you fulfill?
Scavenging through the needless for comfort
Day is sniggering at the sight of me
'Cause he cant stand my becoming obsolete presence.
The human race love addictions. There is always a fad, which in turn when accepted by norm, is the pop culture. I often wonder why people hang on to a repetitive habit. Or love drinking and getting drunk albeit the obvious distaste for the alcohol. Or the constant lighting of fags although he's spitting up blood.And the newest addition, the apparel diet (abstinence from shopping for a year)
What is it about addiction that intrigues me? It is the irony. We know, yet we do. Over and over and over again. Is the because it is the only control left in us? Or is it because we have no control left... How hard is it to reinstate control in our life?
What am I addicted to? Spontaneity and the laughs with no strings attached. This is just among the few fixes of mine. It doesn't take much to spur someone into moments of freedom. It is all in the mind. We are so accustomed to believing in those we can see only.
It is time to believe in the things yet to be seen.
They deserve their happily ever after
It is sad to see how our morality digress with the progress of education. Keep your mothers at home where they belong for goodness sake! Don't just deposit them in McD, struggling to open the ketchup packet while you go shopping! She should be at home, being fed home cooked food and kept entertained with her endless supply of Hokkien drama series. I hate seeing people above the age of 65 being tuck in some corner of the shopping mall with a maid, looking bored and lost. I know when I'm 65, I dont wanna be in a freezing shopping mall with so many steps and escalators waiting to claim my life.
Coffee and tea with a dash of brandy by the patio sounds terrific enough for me.
Multi-tasking can save your life. It sometimes, by odds of nature, detracts you from the eye of danger. Literally. I dont know why I did it but I did it. Albeit knowing I should had switched off the power. I definitely have an external locus of control, with the constant thought that I'm invincible to all my undoings.