tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51789267389341928392012-02-16T18:42:58.258+08:00..God has (no) reasonsdizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.comBlogger4131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-32504436574958575572011-05-10T02:58:00.004+08:002011-05-10T04:26:08.296+08:00<div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">i feel like God is playing freak show<br /><br />and im the grandest freak in his circus<br /><br />im so pathetic<br /><br />be honest with yourself<br /><br />you just let me in because you pitied me</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-3250443657495857557?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-61096257322399751792011-04-15T23:19:00.025+08:002011-04-16T18:28:19.478+08:00<span style="font-size:78%;">the boy didnt feel like sitting next to a stranger so he stood by a corner and held onto the railing.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">standing some distance besides him were a group of students.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">they were talking and laughing.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">he didnt recognise their uniforms but he figured they were probably from some college.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">the bus began to move.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><span style="font-size:78%;">through the sound of his music the boy could hear them.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">they were discussing about their projects and different school events, gossipping about annoying teachers.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">he could hear their laughter.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">loud and mellow. and genuine.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">the boy wondered when was the last time he had ever laughed so honestly.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">his laughter was always a nervous forced chuckle, usually at a joke he didnt find at all funny.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">"i need to stop thinking" he told himself.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><span style="font-size:78%;">the boy sighed, envious.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">it was something he felt he had missed out on.</span> <br /><span style="font-size:78%;">throughout his entire high school life, he had been alone.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">because of some unfortunate circumstance and misunderstandings, </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">he somehow found himself separated from his friends until eventually, </span><span style="font-size:78%;">one afternoon,</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">he found himself eating lunch alone.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">and from that afternoon on, that was the way he spent the rest of his days until he graduated.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">he thought it was probably because of all those years in isolation that now,</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">he couldnt talk to people anymore.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><span style="font-size:78%;">he used to believe that it all happened for a reason.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">he used to think that through all this, God was trying to teach him something.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">but that was a long time ago.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">his faith in such things had died.</span> <span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><span style="font-size:78%;">the boy pushed his headphones deeper into his ears, trying to distract himself from the voices beside him.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">he looked at the half-smoked cigarette in his hand.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">it was still long, he hadnt smoke much of it before he had snuffed it out when he was boarding the bus.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">smoking was bad for his health, he knew.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">"God doesnt like it when you do such things to yourself" the pastor would say.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">he smoked anyway.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">cigarettes had become his sinful indulgence. his comfort in times like these.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">and perhaps, also, unknowingly become his way of defying a God whom he felt, had abandoned him.</span> <span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">the boy tapped his foot impatiently, waiting for the traffic light to change.</span> <span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">"i need to stop thinking"</span> <span style="font-size:78%;"></span><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-6109625732239975179?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-67158001862169209852011-04-10T01:58:00.003+08:002011-04-10T02:00:29.593+08:00<span style="font-size:78%;">i bet people who stumble upon this blog and read it are shaking their heads and laughing at me</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-6715800186216920985?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-32278455651175383472011-04-09T01:30:00.008+08:002011-04-09T01:43:10.051+08:00<span style="font-size:78%;">suddenly the floor i thot i was walking on caves in</span> <span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">i feel like im falling</span> <span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">i keep scrabbling franticly, trying to find something to hold on to</span> <span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">but all this yearning</span> <span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">all this hoping desire and desperation</span> <span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">joel joel</span> <span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">you know you're never gonna get close to people this way</span> <span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">i still think i have mild autism</span> <span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">its the only excuse i can think of for me behaving the way i do</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-3227845565117538347?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-60541493925790374362011-03-18T22:16:00.010+08:002011-03-19T18:18:33.762+08:00<span style="font-size:78%;">i have always been alone<br />maybe it was just that i never met the right people at the right time<br /><br />i was never good at talking to others<br />through out the phases of life, circumstances never taught me how<br />it was hard to feel natural around poeple<br />i just wasnt good with my words<br />just wasnt articulate enough to make it work<br />it made me feel distant<br />i couldnt get pass the shallow mark of just hi &amp; bye<br />everyone i meet, everyone i know feels like just an acquaintance<br />nothing more<br /><br />ive began to come to terms with the fact that maybe its just the way it is<br />that i wouldnt be able to draw close to people<br />that there would always be gulf that i couldnt overcome between me and everyone<br /><br />i gave up on relationships<br />on meeting new people<br />on making new friends<br />on finding any sense of belonging<br />from then on i never placed any hopes or expectation in anyone i met<br />i already knew that this person would just come to be another acquaintance<br />nothing more<br />nothing more<br /><br />this is the hell in my head<br />the hell i know the hell im use to<br />its definately milder than the original, but its still a hell to me<br /><br />i am<br />alone again<br />but<br />i'll be alright on my own<br /><br />i'll be alright on my own</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-6054149392579037436?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-9830193425501502912011-03-12T23:43:00.005+08:002011-03-13T00:33:51.583+08:00Lord, why did you take him<br />why couldnt it be me?<br />why not spare everyone the pain <br /><br />im sure he was closer to people than i would ever be<br />he had more friends<br />probably a brighter future too<br />led a normal life<br /><br />i dont have any of those<br />im just a kid<br />a waste of space<br /><br />i could die in his place<br />cos for me it wouldnt matter anyway<br />why couldnt it have been me?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-983019342550150291?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-7426440974632453192011-03-06T15:12:00.008+08:002011-03-06T15:20:04.505+08:00i <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">dont</span> like twitter or <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">facebook</span><br /><br />i dont like following up on people<br /><br />it hurts<br /><br />im always so far behind<br /><br />im tired of it<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-742644097463245319?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-35432685019350536822011-01-30T16:37:00.004+08:002011-01-30T16:49:09.991+08:00i lost a part of me along the way<br /><br />and i cant find myself anymore<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-3543268501935053682?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-45370038209336928132011-01-03T12:50:00.002+08:002011-01-03T17:00:48.273+08:00only needy people tell sob-sob stories<br /><br />in vain hopes of someone coming to empathise with them<br /><br />i've decided, i shan't be needy anymore<br /><br />i've given up on hope and i shall live alone if i must<br /><br />i'll be okay on my own<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-4537003820933692813?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-79808943799486127052011-01-02T03:08:00.012+08:002011-03-19T18:17:27.665+08:00a strange life<br /><br />abnormal in every sense<br /><br />made of many strange relationships<br /><br />where every word spoken that isnt awkward comes with great relieve<br /><br />where every relationship feels so distant you've given up trying to pursue them any further<br /><br />urgh<br /><br />why do i bother to say this?<br /><br />only needy people tell of such sob-sob stories<br /><br />in vain hopes of someone coming to empathise with them<br /><br />and i've decided, i shan't be needy anymore<br /><br />i've given up on hope and i shall live alone if i must<br /><br />i'll be okay on my own<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-7980894379948612705?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-14195615602021286832010-10-03T05:38:00.001+08:002010-10-03T05:40:40.991+08:00its the only thing that makes me feel human now<br />its all i have<br /><br />please<br /><br />its all i have<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-1419561560202128683?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-24891483640927061412010-09-30T01:46:00.001+08:002010-09-30T01:48:17.141+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">im gonna bottle it all up<br />im gonna keep it all to myself<br /><br />cos ranting is childish<br />and irritating<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">keep it all to myself<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">keep it all to myself<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">keep it all to myself</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-2489148364092706141?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-62485512311786625522010-09-29T16:05:00.000+08:002010-09-29T16:11:32.621+08:00i never really had it coming<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-6248551231178662552?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-90706494975145995492010-09-16T11:19:00.005+08:002010-09-16T11:25:43.432+08:00<span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">i dislike change cos it makes me hopeful<br /><br />i dislike hope cos it opens the door for disappointment<br /><br />i really really dislike disappointment<br /><br />thats why no matter how mundane things are, </span><span style="font-family:arial;">i rather have nothing change</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">thats why i rather things just stay the way they are</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-9070649497514599549?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-44528735313625601112010-08-29T03:43:00.002+08:002010-08-29T03:50:07.539+08:00one should be sensitive to others..<br /><br />and i sense that you dont wanna talk to me anymore<br /><br />im sad :(<br />very very sad :( :( :(<br /><br />am i just paranoid?<br />or perhaps talking to me really is mundane chore<br /><br />i wish i was adult enough to feel secure<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-4452873531362560111?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-31032701122135439422010-08-13T03:08:00.005+08:002011-04-09T01:54:13.647+08:00i have a house<br /><br />a place to lay my head<br /><br />i have a relatively healthy body<br /><br />enough food<br /><br />loving parents<br /><br />and an allowance<br /><br /><br />i know i should count my blessing but i can't fake a happiness<br /><br />God, i hate my life<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-3103270112213543942?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-58379546585686741882010-08-13T03:07:00.001+08:002010-08-13T03:08:39.436+08:00i hate how it all plays out<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i hate my friends<br /><br />i hate the world<br /><br />i hate everything<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-5837954658568674188?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-54680048510824865052010-07-27T20:06:00.000+08:002010-07-27T20:07:19.701+08:00sad now<br /><br />very very sad<br /><br />alone again<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-5468004851082486505?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-55581976152820976472010-07-15T12:29:00.003+08:002010-07-15T13:26:29.157+08:00i cant keep my friends<br /><br />back to the old life<br /><br />im alone again<br /><br /><br /><br />i am very sad now<br /><br />very very very sad<br /><br />whats the use of trying?<br /><br />whats the point in posting this?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-5558197615282097647?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-4062886472430818422010-07-15T09:43:00.007+08:002010-07-15T09:59:44.862+08:00"do you have any close friends?"<br /><br />"im close with... erm... i mean i used to be close with... "<br /><br />suddenly it was like my eyes were open<br /><br />like i suddenly woke up from the dream i've been wishing, the denial i kept making myself believe in<br /><br />i couldnt lie anymore<br /><br />"... um, no. i have no close friends here."<br /><br />whats the point in stay here then?<br /><br />damn im gonna regret posting this<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-406288647243081842?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-15722364580844236382010-07-09T04:31:00.005+08:002010-07-14T18:38:58.508+08:00they say that change is constant in life<br /><br />its true.. i see that.. everything around me is changing<br /><br />so why am i the only one who isn't changing?<br /><br />why am i still the same old me?<br /><br />why am i still so insecure?<br /><br />why haven't i started to think like an adult?<br /><br />why haven't i learnt to talk normally with people?<br /><br />why haven't i made any real friends?<br /><br />why am i still as alone as i was on day one?<br /><br />and up till now why am i still asking these questions?<br /><br />i need convictions<br /><br />a real passion<br /><br />something to believe in<br /><br />something to keep me going<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-1572236458084423638?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-59747506419217507192010-06-30T15:08:00.005+08:002010-07-02T00:30:35.233+08:00i've been really depressed lately<br /><br />yea so what else is new<br /><br />im so fearful i can't enjoy anything at all<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-5974750641921750719?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-10034191685808410662010-06-30T14:58:00.001+08:002010-06-30T14:59:14.633+08:00can you blame me?<br /><br />you have friends; someone to talk to<br /><br />im human too<br /><br />i need to vent it somewhere<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-1003419168580841066?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-13352172593683683822010-05-21T02:53:00.004+08:002010-05-21T02:59:20.110+08:00<div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">things like..</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">"friends forever"</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">"our love is true!"</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">"i'll wait for her, if it takes a month, a year, a decade.. i'll wait for her"</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">omg..</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">its so sickening</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-1335217259368368382?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-77866882129528079602010-05-21T02:33:00.004+08:002010-05-21T02:46:42.738+08:00i don't understand other people<br /><br />they're all so full of themselves<br /><br />they like to believe that they have a compassionate heart<br /><br />and a pure spirit<br /><br />that they have a strong sense of justice<br /><br />that if given the chance they would be the truest, most trust worthy friend anyone could be<br /><br />that their perpective of things is different, deep and insightful, wise and profound (which in often cases, its so cheesy i get goosebumps, take this blog entry for example)<br /><br />that they have strong noble morals<br /><br />and that it is their love that will last forever (even tho its only been 3 weeks, rolls eyes)<br /><br />like..<br /><br />what the fuck?<br /><br />where the hell do u guys get this pride from?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-7786688212952807960?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-18943622364766729502010-05-11T19:59:00.014+08:002010-05-12T03:17:46.943+08:00why do you say <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">i'm</span> shy?<br /><br />you've only known for like what.. 2<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">mins</span> and 46seconds?<br /><br />i haven't even had my chance to say anything<br /><br />why do you think all i do is stay at home all day and sketch and draw?<br /><br />why do you already classify me as an abnormal human being when you don't even know me?<br /><br />cos i'm quiet?<br /><br />cos <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">i'm</span> alone?<br /><br />cos its like its in me and i can't hide it no matter how i dress or what i do?<br /><br />i hate this<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-1894362236476672950?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-68502329121922027602010-05-07T12:13:00.003+08:002010-05-07T12:23:16.327+08:00<div align="center"><br />Let’s Pretend Marshall Mathers never picked up a pen<br />Let’s pretend things would’ve been no different<br />Pretend people procrastinated had no motivation<br />Pretend he just made excuses that was so paper thin they could blow away wit the wind<br />Marshall you never gone make it, makes no sense to play the game it ain’t no way that’ll you win<br />Pretend he just stand out side all day and play with his friends<br />Pretend he even had a friend to say was his friend<br />And it wasn’t time to move in school no changing again<br />He wasn’t socially awakard and just strange as a kid<br /><br />i love eminem's angst<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-6850232912192202760?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-37088448041339329512010-05-07T12:09:00.003+08:002010-05-07T12:13:09.917+08:00gordan: harvey dent never made it home<br /><br />joker: of course not<br /><br />gordan: what did you do to him?<br /><br />joker: (surprised) ...me? i was right here (shows handcuffs).. who did YOU leave him with?<br /><br />the joker is so funny<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-3708844804133932951?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-84183152273121873062010-05-07T12:06:00.001+08:002010-05-07T12:12:27.721+08:00i really dont blog like an art student who wishes to do communication design<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-8418315227312187306?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-72873395934077835272010-05-07T00:26:00.004+08:002010-05-07T05:32:08.769+08:00the boy couldn't help feeling he shouldn't be there<br /><br />he looked to the left<br /><br />to the right<br /><br />he had no where else to go<br /><br />he had no where to go<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-7287339593407783527?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-58127282035799650772010-05-05T03:48:00.012+08:002010-05-07T00:55:23.586+08:00<div align="center">every one of these images made me laugh</div><div align="center"></div><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B8xqqHgsI/AAAAAAAAAaU/jDZoKEfUBIg/s1600/wqws.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467507140334158530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B8xqqHgsI/AAAAAAAAAaU/jDZoKEfUBIg/s400/wqws.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B8xK82UKI/AAAAAAAAAaM/eAJpS9_XDZk/s1600/walkonsidewalkwith2people_____walkb.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467507131822788770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B8xK82UKI/AAAAAAAAAaM/eAJpS9_XDZk/s400/walkonsidewalkwith2people_____walkb.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B8wo3ejRI/AAAAAAAAAaE/w2GYOo14ppI/s1600/v78f7s.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467507122673454354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B8wo3ejRI/AAAAAAAAAaE/w2GYOo14ppI/s400/v78f7s.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B8YTofphI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/bPSafGymDko/s1600/untitled.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467506704656606738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B8YTofphI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/bPSafGymDko/s400/untitled.bmp" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B8X5sbtAI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gSFhtsV1IHA/s1600/tumblr_kpm2c0cPrq1qa1crjo1_500.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467506697693803522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B8X5sbtAI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gSFhtsV1IHA/s400/tumblr_kpm2c0cPrq1qa1crjo1_500.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B8XSI2nCI/AAAAAAAAAZs/7gXh4yopQuM/s1600/Socially-Awkward-Penguin-You-cant-t.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467506687075589154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B8XSI2nCI/AAAAAAAAAZs/7gXh4yopQuM/s400/Socially-Awkward-Penguin-You-cant-t.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B8XLjpT6I/AAAAAAAAAZk/SPHidczFmSU/s1600/Socially-Awkward-Penguin-WHAT-OH-YOU-WERENT-TALKING-TO-ME.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467506685308915618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B8XLjpT6I/AAAAAAAAAZk/SPHidczFmSU/s400/Socially-Awkward-Penguin-WHAT-OH-YOU-WERENT-TALKING-TO-ME.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B8Wp9TjSI/AAAAAAAAAZc/oPBEXd2Ezno/s1600/Socially-Awkward-Penguin-Tweet-something-you-think-is-funny-and-clever-A-week-passes-Still-no-respon.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467506676289735970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B8Wp9TjSI/AAAAAAAAAZc/oPBEXd2Ezno/s400/Socially-Awkward-Penguin-Tweet-something-you-think-is-funny-and-clever-A-week-passes-Still-no-respon.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B7zOMDRrI/AAAAAAAAAZU/3KfgdYCX-IA/s1600/Socially-Awkward-Penguin-Shop-at-the-local-grocery-store-Avoid-making-eye-contact-with-the-clerk.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467506067539969714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B7zOMDRrI/AAAAAAAAAZU/3KfgdYCX-IA/s400/Socially-Awkward-Penguin-Shop-at-the-local-grocery-store-Avoid-making-eye-contact-with-the-clerk.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B7yTXHPHI/AAAAAAAAAZM/2LAHSnuXceg/s1600/Socially-Awkward-Penguin-See-someon.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467506051748674674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B7yTXHPHI/AAAAAAAAAZM/2LAHSnuXceg/s400/Socially-Awkward-Penguin-See-someon.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B7yKu3QFI/AAAAAAAAAZE/OYrKuWgFngA/s1600/Socially-Awkward-Penguin-realize-yo.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467506049432371282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B7yKu3QFI/AAAAAAAAAZE/OYrKuWgFngA/s400/Socially-Awkward-Penguin-realize-yo.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B7xkgeZ4I/AAAAAAAAAY8/6sv5or6q1PI/s1600/Socially-Awkward-Penguin-looking-good-you-have-no-plans-tonight.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467506039171475330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B7xkgeZ4I/AAAAAAAAAY8/6sv5or6q1PI/s400/Socially-Awkward-Penguin-looking-good-you-have-no-plans-tonight.jpg" /></a></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B7cmJ1gMI/AAAAAAAAAYs/v4yACz5OgX8/s1600/Socially-Awkward-Penguin-Delete-badly-written-post-Someone-already-quoted-it.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467505678836138178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B7cmJ1gMI/AAAAAAAAAYs/v4yACz5OgX8/s400/Socially-Awkward-Penguin-Delete-badly-written-post-Someone-already-quoted-it.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B7cI-I6hI/AAAAAAAAAYk/kBGM_7drAfs/s1600/sociallyawkward1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467505671002450450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B7cI-I6hI/AAAAAAAAAYk/kBGM_7drAfs/s400/sociallyawkward1.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B7byFaywI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Czma2NXP5z0/s1600/socially_awkward_penguin_awkward.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467505664858966786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B7byFaywI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Czma2NXP5z0/s400/socially_awkward_penguin_awkward.png" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B7bg9bWSI/AAAAAAAAAYU/GwEIL8n20Po/s1600/socially_awkward_penguin_2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467505660262045986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B7bg9bWSI/AAAAAAAAAYU/GwEIL8n20Po/s400/socially_awkward_penguin_2.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B7bB-FICI/AAAAAAAAAYM/VuH00Y5sMkE/s1600/socially_awkward_penguin.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467505651943284770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B7bB-FICI/AAAAAAAAAYM/VuH00Y5sMkE/s400/socially_awkward_penguin.png" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B6-QgtE6I/AAAAAAAAAYE/H9GdCNYVwyM/s1600/sayhi1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467505157630399394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B6-QgtE6I/AAAAAAAAAYE/H9GdCNYVwyM/s400/sayhi1.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B69oawOpI/AAAAAAAAAX8/z7LofyYxJVs/s1600/penguin.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467505146868021906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B69oawOpI/AAAAAAAAAX8/z7LofyYxJVs/s400/penguin.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B69Qlsk4I/AAAAAAAAAX0/AwK2Oul44yo/s1600/memetic-cousin-of-socially-awkward-penguin-25235-1251917047-0.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467505140471468930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B69Qlsk4I/AAAAAAAAAX0/AwK2Oul44yo/s400/memetic-cousin-of-socially-awkward-penguin-25235-1251917047-0.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B68yGY5jI/AAAAAAAAAXs/bKxeBFWVQnA/s1600/images.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467505132287092274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B68yGY5jI/AAAAAAAAAXs/bKxeBFWVQnA/s400/images.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B68ZL9W-I/AAAAAAAAAXk/AKYxQDr2RWo/s1600/a42bfk.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467505125599566818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B68ZL9W-I/AAAAAAAAAXk/AKYxQDr2RWo/s400/a42bfk.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B6g5bxVvI/AAAAAAAAAXc/HfU8w4UXBJo/s1600/1252188259548.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467504653219485426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B6g5bxVvI/AAAAAAAAAXc/HfU8w4UXBJo/s400/1252188259548.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B6gPniG5I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Avn4JFzJtUc/s1600/1251945331960.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467504641994529682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B6gPniG5I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Avn4JFzJtUc/s400/1251945331960.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B6f6VwsOI/AAAAAAAAAXM/bm4YL50bOwQ/s1600/1241161346896.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467504636282843362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B6f6VwsOI/AAAAAAAAAXM/bm4YL50bOwQ/s400/1241161346896.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B6fasFPJI/AAAAAAAAAXE/zbiQl-2r9bs/s1600/1626wxx.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467504627786529938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B6fasFPJI/AAAAAAAAAXE/zbiQl-2r9bs/s400/1626wxx.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B6fFWbXxI/AAAAAAAAAW8/2IXUP0Nu8SU/s1600/2h6wzz5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467504622058561298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S-B6fFWbXxI/AAAAAAAAAW8/2IXUP0Nu8SU/s400/2h6wzz5.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div align="center">i should be a hermit</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">and live in a cave in the mountains</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">far from everyone</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-5812728203579965077?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-5265516309081094262010-05-04T04:59:00.002+08:002010-05-04T05:02:24.025+08:00thesis: we're so profound we're stupid<br /><br />or something like<br /><br />thesis: i hate the christians too<br /><br />evidence to back up thesis: none<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-526551630908109426?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-19406695335548664782010-05-04T04:07:00.003+08:002010-05-04T04:47:36.107+08:00<p><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-20fdc8be214577e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D020fdc8be214577e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331657200%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4FD9EA3F59969C83902E4A6072FFF082EA9375EB.1FBBE2C4F4C1F2A0FB17B9722D762EEBCC99E2BE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D20fdc8be214577e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-bNNzhGG_Qrnus6Ne4e6EKvpPxg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D020fdc8be214577e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331657200%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4FD9EA3F59969C83902E4A6072FFF082EA9375EB.1FBBE2C4F4C1F2A0FB17B9722D762EEBCC99E2BE%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D20fdc8be214577e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-bNNzhGG_Qrnus6Ne4e6EKvpPxg&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object></p><p>evelyn introduced them to me</p><p>na na na na na na na na na na na na na na-na-na-na</p><p>this is crazy shit</p><p>i like!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-1940669533554866478?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-30808151178156668952010-05-04T04:06:00.001+08:002010-05-04T04:06:46.860+08:00and let me clarify one thing :<br /><br />I AM NOT ADDICTED TO PICO!!!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-3080815117815666895?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-91733429698853262802010-05-04T03:53:00.003+08:002010-05-04T04:04:18.722+08:00submisssions are finally over<br /><br />well theres still the diploma show.. oh fuck it<br /><br />is this all there is to life?<br /><br />we slog so hard for so long just for the momentary bliss of freedom<br /><br />the freedom doesnt even taste good anymore<br /><br />moody and restless<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-9173342969885326280?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-57991289304350542072010-04-30T16:37:00.005+08:002010-04-30T16:58:17.898+08:00<div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">weird tat even tho there's so many lonely people in the World,</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">it doesn't change the fact that the lonely people are still lonely</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-5799128930435054207?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-7063178352599954262010-04-28T21:17:00.007+08:002010-04-29T00:21:55.796+08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S9hdQAqQ99I/AAAAAAAAAW0/HzJpdpDAPXw/s1600/conversation3.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465220677450659794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S9hdQAqQ99I/AAAAAAAAAW0/HzJpdpDAPXw/s400/conversation3.png" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-706317835259995426?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-64106615659717963012010-04-28T20:03:00.002+08:002010-04-29T00:08:40.493+08:00hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br />hate<br /><br />well not really.. i'm just bored<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-6410661565971796301?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-46555695319809949782010-04-28T19:56:00.005+08:002010-04-28T20:04:01.763+08:00i'm an angry pissed off kid that uses fuck in every sentence<br /><br />i hate my friends!<br /><br />i hate the World!<br /><br />i hate everything!<br /><br />blah, alright.,.not really.. i'm just kidding<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-4655569531980994978?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-41364501421687177112010-04-23T09:49:00.001+08:002010-04-23T09:51:22.407+08:00the world is scary. ugly. and fallen.<br /><br />i feel betrayed.<br /><br />fine!<br /><br />if tats the way it is den fine!<br /><br />if the world chooses to spit in my face den i shall do the same!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-4136450142168717711?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-3080237626583235932010-04-14T10:37:00.001+08:002010-04-14T10:39:42.625+08:00busy busy busy<br /><br />i'm gonna work hard!<br /><br />rawr!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-308023762658323593?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-62213008949517991422010-04-10T01:37:00.005+08:002010-04-10T01:43:34.626+08:00all i want to do<br /><br />is smoke my lungs away<br /><br />shit, i need cigarettes tat would Really kill me<br /><br />i-still-mu<br /><br />shut up world, leave me alone<br /><br />if you're gonna judge me save the verdict for after i'm dead<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-6221300894951799142?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-82842492324941949242010-04-02T23:24:00.002+08:002010-04-02T23:26:23.976+08:00i wonder if i'll be fine<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-8284249232494194924?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-68661432295118762212010-03-31T01:55:00.002+08:002010-04-02T03:07:04.863+08:00i guess its kinda lame huh?<br /><br />the way how i make such a big deal out of it<br /><br />cos we never really were together at all<br /><br />stupid stupid<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-6866143229511876221?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-11423304248165664652010-03-29T03:57:00.004+08:002010-03-29T04:00:46.250+08:00i want to smoke<br /><br />shut up<br /><br />yes, so i'm a selfish ungrateful emo immature stupid kid<br /><br />i don't care what anyone thinks of me<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-1142330424816566465?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-35529451739363424592010-03-24T00:13:00.019+08:002010-03-24T00:45:14.530+08:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><br /><br />you so much better off now<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />he probably knows how to make love<br /><br />he's probably sure of what he's doing<br /><br />he's good looking.. definitely much better looking than me<br /><br />and strong<br /><br />and rich enough to afford lacoste and fred perry<br /><br />also to pay for dinner, buy you gifts and provide for you the rest of your life<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />while i'm still so insecure<br /><br />blogging about juvenile things that obviously no one gives a damn about</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(oh thats right.. i'm not suppose to use the "D" word..)</span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85;"><br />i'm not tall<br /><br />i'm not handsome<br /><br />i'm unconfident.. no matter what they all say about me<br /><br />and i'm broke<br /><br />i can't even shop at topman unless there's a 50% off sale<br /><br />all i've got is ten dollars<br /><br />marlboro is all i can afford for now..<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i knew it<br /><br />aren't you so much better off now?<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-3552945173936342459?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-63465562658360197452010-03-17T22:25:00.004+08:002010-03-18T01:23:58.400+08:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">i want a "fuck you" iron-on sticker for my head band.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">but then wearing it outside will make me look like a bad boy :( .. i don't want that</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">i'm just angry with the world</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-6346556265836019745?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-27968891541903850302010-03-12T12:53:00.004+08:002010-03-12T12:56:57.275+08:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">church is like a courtroom</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">only</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">theres more than one judge, and no lawyers to defend you</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">hah! take that! i act profound too! whahaha!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-2796889154190385030?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-4309641047060515442010-03-11T08:00:00.001+08:002010-03-11T08:02:18.228+08:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">in the good life we won't need the cigarettes</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-430964104706051544?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-24510282516565534412010-03-10T13:50:00.003+08:002010-03-10T13:51:39.761+08:00sorry joel<br /><br />you're the uninvited<br /><br />apparently the good life doesn't welcome you<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />bah<br /><br />this post just sounds so unappreciative<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-2451028251656553441?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-88461477248110974912010-03-10T13:07:00.004+08:002010-03-10T13:25:18.572+08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">"joel! don't so stone~~ !"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">i can still hear it..</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">i thought i was gonna be fine..</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">now i'm not so sure..</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-8846147724811097491?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-1332415435399794552010-03-07T22:57:00.009+08:002010-03-12T13:05:11.392+08:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">today is the 267th</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">i've stop counting the days for a while</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">i thought i was happier</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">i thought i wanted this freedom</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">but today i wasn't so sure</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">blah, whatever.. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">why do i blog anyway</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">i'm sure nobody gives a damn about all the weirdies i'm thinking</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">no, i don't mean to seek attention, fuck you</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">shay, rachelle, where are you?</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">lets go do what we do</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-133241543539979455?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-30247300709110095522010-03-07T01:16:00.000+08:002010-03-07T01:17:31.952+08:00no more happy sundays<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-3024730070911009552?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-82256841102742181202010-03-05T04:33:00.001+08:002010-03-05T04:33:52.069+08:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">sundays are just<br /><br />really really depressing</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-8225684110274218120?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-3480119561243627892010-02-26T01:31:00.004+08:002010-02-26T01:39:09.528+08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">quiet </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">reserved</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">shy </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">dammit, i swear i hate my introverted nature</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">its the reason why i'm always so distant from everyone</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-348011956124362789?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-15409895663878537732010-02-25T15:09:00.003+08:002010-02-25T15:12:09.853+08:00in this mundane and meaningless life<br /><br />maybe what i need is something to look forward to<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-1540989566387853773?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-12690002112791188332010-02-25T01:59:00.005+08:002010-02-26T01:31:33.383+08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">love is sweet</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">but also irrational</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">complex</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">weird</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">and evil</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">give love an hour and it can change into something else</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">why should we trust something as fickle as love?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">love hurts</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">and its not just you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">is it seriously worth it?</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-1269000211279118833?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-84309335600427712432010-02-20T04:34:00.002+08:002010-02-20T04:37:47.253+08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">essay = no sleep</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">we have 698 words in 5 hours</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">not bad</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">i'm gonna work hard, rawr!</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-8430933560042771243?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-14547872032769362472010-02-19T06:15:00.005+08:002010-02-19T06:38:51.742+08:00started working on essay at 1am<br /><br />the time now now its 6.15am<br /><br />work done.. = 0%<br /><br />wth..<br /><br />procrastination<br /><br />and i'm distracted<br /><br />i was watch we got married<br /><br />love love love ga in..<br /><br />i always thought it was stupid to crush on celebrities<br /><br />dammit, i wish i could be jokwon<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-1454787203276936247?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-90731861549231989162010-02-19T00:52:00.010+08:002010-02-19T02:25:07.304+08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">"red bull and cigarette.. life is gooood.." - shay</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">today's the only day of the week i have to get down to school</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">i can fairly say its the best day of this stupid cny week</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">i think i kinda like school now</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">i'm really really gonna miss it when its over</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-9073186154923198916?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-1126064827210337922010-02-18T00:09:00.007+08:002010-02-18T00:30:33.991+08:00i feel really moody and depressed now..<br /><br />i wonder why <s>the fuck</s><br /><br />oh my filthy mouth<br /><br />blasting music listening to brown eyed girls<br /><br />trying to block out that voice in my head thats whispering poems shakesphere would hate<br /><br />life's been good but it feels meaningless<br /><br />somethings missing somewhere<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-112606482721033792?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-22306894728183732242010-02-16T03:27:00.003+08:002010-02-16T03:31:17.626+08:00who needs <s>stupid</s> romance anyway?<br /><br />i think its just a liability<br /><br />fine.. maybe i'm just jealous<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />anyways, happy cny people!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-2230689472818373224?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-81806663480385550882010-02-13T08:16:00.000+08:002010-02-16T03:30:40.607+08:00i seriously think most of my unhappiness stems from church<br /><br />its weird.. almost sad..<br /><br />almost<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />been real busy at school recently..<br /><br />and really.. life's been good<br /><br />peaceful.. but also meaningless<br /><br />but i think i feel lighter<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-8180666348038555088?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-54938306182849065492010-02-12T14:34:00.000+08:002010-02-15T14:52:08.621+08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></div></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">i think i like ga in more than narsha now</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">for some reason i can't upload her photo now.. stupid blogger</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">yes, ga in is my idol now..</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-5493830618284906549?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-5560195819986086722010-02-09T02:02:00.004+08:002010-02-09T02:12:13.934+08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">narsha narsha narsha</span><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S3BTPCgPKbI/AAAAAAAAAWc/YBagTl4_ZJU/s1600-h/tumblr_ktz5z76q2R1qauhp6o1_500.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435936268071414194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S3BTPCgPKbI/AAAAAAAAAWc/YBagTl4_ZJU/s320/tumblr_ktz5z76q2R1qauhp6o1_500.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">narsha is so pretty</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">swoon...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">i decided to cut my hair cos of her</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-556019581998608672?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-35297240134439264282010-02-01T18:51:00.003+08:002010-02-08T04:51:45.310+08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">omg omg omg</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">i saw dauser today</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">she invited me to sit next to her</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">she touched my hand </span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">and we snapped fingers</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">the smell of ash lingering in my palm</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">yes, i felt really proud of myself for the rest of today</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-3529724013443926428?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-83646047210635023422010-01-27T02:35:00.004+08:002011-04-10T02:13:17.496+08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">the word <em>friends</em> is just a word</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">the word is there just simply to exist</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">it has no meaning</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">it has no function or purpose</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">just like me</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">well fine</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">if thats the way it is then fine</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">i can live alone</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">i suppose its the the <em>only</em> thing i can do properly now</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">its the <em>only </em>time when i am truly <em>myself</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-8364604721063502342?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-39455038412776414022010-01-25T23:53:00.007+08:002010-01-27T02:38:13.706+08:00- the hierarchies<br /><br />- double standards<br /><br />- stereotyping<br /><br />- relationships<br /><br />- cliques and politics<br /><br />- the insecurities<br /><br />- school<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />life is hard<br /><br />everyone else seems so talented<br /><br />and so blessed<br /><br />we didn't all start on equal footing<br /><br />its just not fair<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-3945503841277641402?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-68308048283537268502010-01-17T00:50:00.001+08:002010-01-17T00:50:45.156+08:00maybe some day i'll be rich<br /><br />but i wonder if i'll ever be happy<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-6830804828353726850?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-73005276975335807212010-01-15T02:29:00.004+08:002010-01-15T02:38:01.522+08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">friendship</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">isn't it not just a convenient denial?</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">bah</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">how do i even talk about this with anyone?</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-7300527697533580721?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-60206433398300907142010-01-14T00:16:00.004+08:002010-01-14T00:19:17.092+08:00i'm the worst friend you could possibly make<br /><br />and the best advice a potentially bad friend can offer:<br /><br />don't make friends with me<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-6020643339830090714?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-80921091497470328832010-01-14T00:00:00.002+08:002010-01-14T00:07:50.628+08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">i go to art school</span></div><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S03uQTUU68I/AAAAAAAAAWM/uuxf4LRux2c/s1600-h/LASHITT.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426255089882164162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/S03uQTUU68I/AAAAAAAAAWM/uuxf4LRux2c/s400/LASHITT.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">trust me</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">its no big deal</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">go to a proper school and make something of your life</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-8092109149747032883?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-87994195820035354272010-01-04T13:36:00.002+08:002010-01-04T13:36:43.514+08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">(205)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-8799419582003535427?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-12306569760994257032010-01-04T11:48:00.006+08:002010-01-04T13:25:07.114+08:00happy.. new year?<br /><br />come on..<br /><br />you don't really believe that do you?<br /><br />i mean.. seriously?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-1230656976099425703?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-9057023262191456452009-12-31T00:32:00.000+08:002009-12-30T21:31:12.651+08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">flips</span></div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/SztQMJHZWAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/cKSVW-m2y5o/s1600-h/flipside.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421014746006116354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/SztQMJHZWAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/cKSVW-m2y5o/s400/flipside.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">(201)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-905702326219145645?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-54352529598737958942009-12-30T06:13:00.005+08:002009-12-30T07:16:13.438+08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/SzqKKjK8VeI/AAAAAAAAAV0/zSrwvEdba5U/s1600-h/hero+copy.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 365px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420797015338276322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/SzqKKjK8VeI/AAAAAAAAAV0/zSrwvEdba5U/s400/hero+copy.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">what if i wake up one day and We can't talk anymore?</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-5435252959873795894?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-25704441111901021442009-12-29T02:50:00.011+08:002009-12-30T21:14:29.067+08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">and the TVs try to rape us and I guess that they're succeeding</span></div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/SztR8KHlFJI/AAAAAAAAAWE/M2d_dSM2Z8I/s1600-h/street+copy.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421016670420669586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-UZLH5aL9k/SztR8KHlFJI/AAAAAAAAAWE/M2d_dSM2Z8I/s400/street+copy.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">inspired by the movie (500) days of summer</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">the scene where tom leaves the party and stands alone on the street</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">i like this so much i may change blogskins, haha</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">today is 29th dec 2009</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">the 199th day</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">why do i even keep track of things like these?</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-2570444111190102144?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-11462542333191483822009-12-26T03:05:00.005+08:002009-12-27T02:59:19.791+08:00this is for sorrow<br /><br />inhale, the ember glows<br /><br />this is for my disability<br /><br />exhale<br /><br />i feel light-headed<br /><br />my body trembles<br /><br />do you.. hate me?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-1146254233319148382?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-35634588086320396952009-12-19T01:41:00.001+08:002009-12-19T01:46:53.953+08:00everything i want to say is no longer mine to say<br /><br />imu<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-3563458808632039695?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-88479192443392615692009-12-15T23:45:00.002+08:002009-12-15T23:47:29.856+08:00i walk a lonely road<br /><br />its the only one i've know for a long time<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-8847919244339261569?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-71776235808320817732009-12-13T01:56:00.011+08:002009-12-15T16:32:23.450+08:00i don't deserve <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">anyone's</span> pity<br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">i'm</span> the bad guy<br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">i'm</span> a bad friend<br /><br />a bad christian<br /><br />a bad student<br /><br />a bad brother<br /><br />a bad son<br /><br />a bad example<br /><br />a bad testimony<br /><br />and<br /><br />a bad lover<br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">i'm</span> the jerk, not the victim<br /><br />and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">i've</span> got exactly what i deserve<br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-7177623580832081773?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-15495310080717507472009-12-10T03:23:00.009+08:002009-12-15T16:33:29.396+08:00"we'll go together"<br /><br />really? i don't bet on it<br /><br />forgive my skepticism but<br /><br />i have lost my faith and hope waiting for days like that<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />hm, i should stop blogging soon<br /><br />it feels juvenile to be always ranting<br /><br />i suppose talking to walls would be more productive<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-1549531008071750747?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-71257077273571035822009-12-06T20:24:00.003+08:002009-12-08T01:16:38.729+08:00maybe its time to stop moping<br /><br />what should i do?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-7125707727357103582?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-39039191776209856742009-12-04T19:03:00.006+08:002009-12-04T19:19:35.826+08:00<div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">i do like the words "the five of us"..</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">three years huh</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">..has it been that long?</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-3903919177620985674?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-75713711268453990942009-12-01T12:30:00.004+08:002009-12-01T12:48:21.882+08:00i smell burning..<br /><br />and i like it<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i'll stop if i can stop thinking of You<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-7571371126845399094?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-8807540504793952602009-11-28T12:07:00.007+08:002009-11-28T22:04:52.035+08:00i know nothing<br /><br />i understand nothing<br /><br />i hardly take any initiatives<br /><br />i am never there<br /><br />You gave me far too much credit<br /><br />i didnt't feel a least bit deserving<br /><br />was i really sweet at all?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />imu<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-880754050479395260?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-73718582455336190152009-11-27T02:00:00.003+08:002009-11-27T02:06:57.199+08:00<span style="color:#ffff00;"></span><br />"i have nothing!" - raiden, mgs4<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />omg omg omg<br /><br />cyborg raiden is so cool<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-7371858245533619015?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-45391215758757273242009-11-26T01:06:00.002+08:002009-11-26T01:07:05.972+08:00wish i could drop dead<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-4539121575875727324?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-41662751215965434022009-11-26T01:01:00.004+08:002009-11-26T01:04:38.466+08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">i don't wanna lose anymore</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">no more</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">please, no more</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-4166275121596543402?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-68519786763783867852009-11-26T00:59:00.002+08:002009-11-26T01:05:04.146+08:00no.. i think butches are sexy<br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-6851978676378386785?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-22192946030198242302009-11-24T02:06:00.004+08:002009-11-24T08:01:39.554+08:00move on so some tell me<br /><br />others say i have a chance<br /><br />hah<br /><br />drowning sorrows with coke, sad songs and breathing burning sticks<br /><br />i'm a fool<br /><br />who couldn't trust anyone.. let alone myself<br /><br />and i don't have a fool's chance in hell<br /><br />peace be to the world<br /><br />it wouldn't make a difference if i leave it<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-2219294603019824230?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-9378718847007473582009-11-24T01:25:00.004+08:002009-11-24T02:06:13.355+08:00was planning to exercise a lil after a long while of not doing so<br /><br />but i just lost all my motivation again<br /><br />deathwishing is back<br /><br />for now<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-937871884700747358?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-84949531406658027422009-11-23T02:58:00.009+08:002009-11-23T04:15:29.093+08:00awkward.. always awkward<br /><br />silence seems to follow me everywhere i go<br /><br />conversation never feels natural, its always feels..<br /><br />forced.. constipated..<br /><br />well maybe not for everyone<br /><br />but how long can i make it last? how long can i keep this up?<br /><br />i'll run out of words again<br /><br />and then i lose it<br /><br />i don't think anyone gets it when i say <em>it disappears</em><br /><br />oh, deja vu<br /><br />the same insecurity when i was 16<br /><br />looks like i haven't grown up over the pass 3 years<br /><br />hah, normal human wannabes<br /><br />light 'em up, bitches<br /><em></em><br /><br /><br /><em></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-8494953140665802742?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-23034226528976489132009-11-21T02:07:00.007+08:002009-11-22T01:38:59.079+08:00what's wrong with being pessimistic?<br /><br />looking up all the time makes my neck hurt<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-2303422652897648913?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-13097531024690180192009-11-20T22:09:00.005+08:002009-11-20T23:49:04.759+08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">rashid says that time does not exist</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">time is just a system to keep order in check.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">it is a measurement in between two occurrences</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">without one of the occurrences, time cannot exist.</span></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">time brings the deadline nearer</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">time heals all wounds</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">at the expense of weakening the bond</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">time never passes fast enough or slow enough</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">time is but our greatest enemy</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-1309753102469018019?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-42464935060077538982009-11-19T02:26:00.008+08:002009-11-19T23:47:07.687+08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">it doesn't matter what my motive was,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">i think in the end, my actions conveyed the message</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">i bet it probably looked like i didn't want to help at all</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-4246493506007753898?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-32994873022549124392009-11-16T22:17:00.015+08:002009-11-19T02:43:43.676+08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">dear diary</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">today, i feel a useless stupid boy</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">what's your motive here joel?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">what's in it for you?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">nothing</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">i just want to help</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">help?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">whose initiative is that?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">your own, or somebody else's?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">initiative huh</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">i usually don't take initiatives</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">because i'm afraid of the awkward silence that may come with taking it</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">and apparently, awkward silence is a very good friend of mine</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">follows me everywhere</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">like a shadow</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-3299487302254912439?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-83672386289166609992009-11-16T00:42:00.006+08:002009-11-19T23:47:16.970+08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">are You.. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">referring</span> to me?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">i can't, it is no longer mine to cherish</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-8367238628916660999?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-356006034817310342009-11-11T02:53:00.001+08:002009-11-11T02:53:57.345+08:00<div align="right">denial denial denial</div><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="right">la la la</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-35600603481731034?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178926738934192839.post-30538113083450682072009-11-11T02:34:00.004+08:002009-11-11T02:37:27.446+08:00<div align="right">go back to your old life, joel<br /></div><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="right">live properly</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178926738934192839-3053811308345068207?l=empty-wishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931767507156359955noreply@blogger.com0