LSS

For these past days, many songs are running to my minds. Scary, huh? Fortunately, I know their titles. So, instead of repeating them over and over again, here's the lines that had been tingling in my ears.

o0O0o

Your way too beautiful girl,
that's why it'll never work,
you have me suicidal, suicidal,
when you say it's over,
damn all these beautiful girls,
they only wanna do ya dur,
they'll have you suicidal, sucidal,
when they say it's over,

o0O0o

I never felt nothing in the world like this before

Now I'm missing you & I'm wishing that you would come back through my door

Why did you have to go?
You could have let me know
So now I'm all alone,
Girl you could have stayed but you wouldnt give me a chance
With you not around it's a little bit more then i can stand
And all my tears they keep running down my face
Why did you turn away?

o0O0o

They tried to make me go to rehab but I said 'no, no, no'
Yes I've been black but when I come back you'll know know know
I ain't got the time and if my daddy thinks I'm fine
He's tried to make me go to rehab but I won't go go go

o0O0o

Hey there Delilah what's it like in New York City

I'm a thousand miles away but girl tonight you look so pretty

Yes you do

Times Square can't shine as bright as you

I swear it's true

o0O0o

And I don't know

This could break my heart or save me

Nothing's real

Until you let go completely

So here I go with all my thoughts I've been saving

So here I go with all my fears weighing on me

Three months and I'm still sober

Picked all my weeds but kept the flowers

But I know it's never really over

And I don't knowI could crash and burn but maybe

At the end of this road I might catch a glimpse of me

So I won't worry about my timing, I want to get it right

No comparing, second guessing, no not this time

Three months and I'm still breathing

Been a long road since those hands

I left my tears in but

I knowIt's never really over, no

Wake upThree months and I'm still standing here

Three months and I'm getting better yeah

Three months and I still am

Three months and it's still harder now

Three months I've been living here without you now

Three months yeah, three months

Three months and I'm still breathing

Three months and I still remember it

Three months and I wake up

Three months and I'm still sober

Picked all my weeds but kept the flowers

o0O0o

That's all!

Fragile: The second time

For sometime now, I really do not understand what the movie really is about. Every now and then, you can see children with their bones broken, as if it is only a stick. If the movie is all about that, maybe I will be able to break mine too. But, of course, not. The movie is really about obsession of a nurse to her patient.

This movie is about a certain person whom the name is easily forgotten, maybe because of it's familiar everywhere. Oh yeah, I remembered. Her name is Amy. It is also revolving around the incident between Charlotte and Mandy, and also the second floor mystery. Eerie at first, really.

Well, I am not revealing the plot. Because, if I do that, I will be a big spoiler in the movie industry. Especially, here in our country, plagiarism is very morbid. Everywhere, you can see pirated videos ranging from well-known movies to obscene ones. Well, enough with that.

I really am encouraging you to watch this movie. Even I am amazed. And, with that withstanding amazement, it makes you watch the movie again.

funny, ain't it?

the real deal,,,

Who thought this day is useless? Well, me, of course. I mean, my day is as linear as it is. My class started at 1 pm! That means, my week "ends" started from the first half of Wednesday up to the first half of Tuesday, or today. See? My "weekend" is very long and very boring... Humm...


We had our test today in Logic. The test wasn't really hard but with a twist: it is harder to guess than to actually discover the answer. It is about fallacy. Okay, I was just joking. The test was really hard. You know all the fallacies there is, but, once the test is right in front of you, you forget everything. Funny, ain't it?


That's all. See how short my day is?

Why is mine not longer and hers is much, much detailed?

1st Question: Indicate the difference between jealousy and envy.
Jealousy- you see something in one person and wishes that you too have it; while
Envy- you see something in one person and wished that it will be yours, thus, that person will lose that something.

Isn't it stupid to wonder for something that is really obvious and, when you look at it, you see it that you've wondered about that thing before? Usually, it makes fun of me. Hmm, now that I mention it, we should call it with something, so as to avoid relation to other words.

2nd Question: What word?
Well, I don't know. I'm not good at etymology or something like that. I'm only suggesting, dummy.

Haha. This is short.

Seeing hurts, and it hurts deeply.

Seeing hurts. It is like a spear that you plunged in your heart and, adding insult to injury, push on it deeper until it pops up on the other side. It is like playing darts where you will never stop aiming and throwing your damned darts to the board until you hit the bull's eye.

And it hurts.




Really.




You want something so bad that it became really hard to release it and focus on something else.



Wonder why?





I don't know...



Maybe... Just maybe...




That's love.

I am eerie. Today's eerie.

This day is the dullest day of my life, so far. I mean, I am a sordid true-talker today. I always say bad bad things about others. I even lie. See the intensity?? Well, all I could say to myself, I did what I can. At least, I've just pasted a filler to that gaping hole of mine. Hurrah, I am good. No, I am the best. Sorry for my stupidity and my egocentric and short-lived pride T.T

Well, at least I am innocent now. I am free. Wooh, It felt better than when I am saying it over and over inside my head.

I am not your booboo diary.

Booboo (bu-bu) - slang for something that hurts

I am not your booboo diary. No matter how difficult or hardheaded your heart is, please, don't share your mishap to me.

I am not your booboo diary. My life wasn't meant to listen day and day to your cries, weeps, shrieks and sobs. Not because I am a friend of yours, it already mean that I am a pillow you can put your snots at. I am not your trampoline that you just jump to up and down. Too bad for you, I am not ready for all of that.

Face the truth: I am not a booboo diary. I am not supposed to be told of everything you feel strange: if you can feel your heart stopped from beating, then drop dead, if you may. You shared everything at least; it is more than enough "legacy," really.

To put an end in this madness: I am not your booboo diary. I am a person and I don't meddle with your personal affairs, if that is what you are looking forward for. Too bad for your mishaps. Too bad your favorite flower die. Too bad your most-awaited taho fell in your hands (you're a klutz, dummy.)

In the end, I don't really care. Again, too bad for you.