Ye-ye

My mom would not believe this, but I’m a vegetarian now.
Weh… I never would have thought in a million years I’d end up wanting to be one.
Hehe.. Ü but here I am, running on veggies and water alone.

It was one of my resolutions for this year; to eat healthy, and be healthy.

HAPPY NEW YEAR! Ü

HIM

One word, two syllables.
Coco.

Musing

my words are
not beautiful like
the pictures on your
wall
that you tore from
magazines;
nor is my face which is
as bland as
porridge gone cold;
nor are your memories
that taste like
dark chocolate
on my lips and
white wine
the moment it
burns my tongue.

-Back to school... *sigh*

Wastebasket

Wastebasket

Crumpled papers on messy florid sheets
Lie desolately over the thoughts
That had frayed these sallow walls
And the ripples in my bed like the
Waves in a cerulean sea and the Clementine
Of the sun that sweeps the stillness
That refuses to be detached from my
Memory

Crumpled papers on messy sheets
Lie desolately over thoughts
That had filled spaces between the lines
With scribbled words that cannot be
Spoken nor typed nor concluded
For like shards of glass brushed on skin
It stings as if it cannot be detached from
My memory

Like the slim trail of ink
From my pen
In those crumpled papers
Are memories
Etched between the spaces of your brain
That will end up
In that green plastic wastebasket
To be detached from your memory

There’s a new blank empty paper waiting to be
Filled by your thoughts

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this is my first attempt at this style of writing.. hehe so its still a bit awkward. :P

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Finalssss woo!

Lovely. Just positively quaint. Tomorrow is the day that’s going to start off the final exams week, and can I just say I am utterly excited about it all. Not about the exams though, but the imminence of the semestral break…

Hmmm…

It’s just terribly boring inside my room, and every time I would want to go and read my books or the notes that I’ve managed to accumulate from my class lectures I always end up just either listening to music, or watching movies… or ruminating about how some day I’d see my nick at a billboard somewhere along some popular avenue telling everybody that I topped the board exams, and how I’d travel to different places around the world with my mom reveling in the results of my achievements… or about how the ice cream on my coke float doesn’t float at all, it does for a short while but then it sinks to the bottom at my displeasure. See how my focus easily tends to stray?

But nevertheless it has to be done.

Study I shall,
I shall Study…
For if not…
I’d have to say
Tahtah
to…
uhm…

*Winter
*Company of my mumma
*Chance at helping sick people
*Rides on airplanes
*My own house with my own swimming pool
*A red sports car or any car of the red hue
*Cereal in the morning
*A dog.

And a lot of other things that I don’t have to mention.
Wakokokokookokooo

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MMfff...

She was always a sort of a loner. Her kind didn’t really need the attention people try to provide her with, and/or the parties that they invite her in to be deemed normal or perhaps like the average kid in her school. The thing is, she doesn’t want to be one, and she finds the idea of doing something for the amusement of those around her while she sacrifices her perception of herself positively disgusting. Nobody really understood how someone as vibrant and dynamic as her could enjoy so much the seclusion that she carried around with her most of the time. April was much of an enigma to everybody as she was to herself.

The pen she had been holding for quite some time now hanged miserably just less than an inch from the empty piece of paper on the arm rest of her chair. The seemingly becoming more unintelligible sounds coming from the person who was talking in front of the room was beginning to irritate her nerves. Small beads of water started to form in her forehead and trickle down her eyebrows. She dabbed her right hand on it, the one she was holding the pen with then it resumed its position back to the empty piece of paper just waiting to be filled with words. She could not think of anything to write about, and this surprised her tremendously. On a typical day, she would have already finished with the task but this day the wind blew a different air. The professor continues to babble about how to make a great descriptive essay, and how to let people who read it remember what you wrote. He grounds out that `usually no matter how great the writing is or the story per say, the reader eventually forgets about it”. He revealed that he wanted his students to learn and know how to create prose that would stick to the minds of those who know how to read like sand on a wet surface.

Fuck… they lost my fucking jacket. What the freak! And I'm to blame? The gall!

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People are so cold

So, that is why I reckon...

PAKENSHEYTS! ...

In other words,
Why are you so myopic?
Why can't you see the ills of your ways?
With your dawdriness and ostentatiousness...
And sanctimoniousness.
Trying to vindicate yourself
From the guilt
Thats slowly nibbling at your
Weak brittle bones
And hacking away at your
Sensibility.

Blood...
Thats all you ever use for an excuse.
Blood...
What if I took it away,
And drain myself of it?


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