Sorry

I've learn't never to get my hopes up, and you should too. It's never gonna make it if you're gonna be so hopelessly hopeful. Not that it's your fault. We've already decided that the bad guy's "society", remember?

Haiz. Cheer up. And don't go near sharp stuff.

Deprivation. Depravation.

You sounded better over the phone. And the call sorta cured me. The emoness was just withdrawal symptoms from you-deprivation. Coz you weren't blogging much. That's hinting.

Nothing much to blog about right now. Decided not to post the poem coz I suddenly don't like it. Yea, fickle.

The Music or the Misery

I only started this post cause I saw Pris' tag.

I was emo-ing just a while ago. And I don't mean brooding-emoing. I must be pretty fun to watch when I'm emoing. I lie on my bed, blasting my ears. And I can feel the shit of my life almost physically bleed out of me as I writhe there. I basically look like a spaz psycho. But it works. So don't laugh too loud.

When I do that I also usually think. Like, big thoughts, whatever. Just realised about how I'm critcal about how everyone's not being honest but I am being a hypocrite too. Just more sutbly. Like as if the mask I was wearing has meld into me and now I don't even feel it. (Haiz. Even when I'm in a bad mood, I'm still a sucker for overdramatic poetry.) But it pretty much reflects what was going through my head.

Also sorted out why I'm not feelijng so good nowadays. She is FREAKING bittersweet. A double-edged sword. Whatever cliche you put in, it's true. I must be the guy that get that acidic feeling the most times in a day on earth. I'm amazed that I'm sticking through with it. Usually I know when to give up.

If this post doen't make sense, I don't blame you. I'm putting down thoughts I don't even feel anymore, even though I thought them just minutes ago. Cause when I emo it's like a high. (Ironic, huh? Emo/High) Like drug high. And I don't feel what I felt after the emotherapy.

You must be thinking I'm pretty unstable. But everyone has their demons, no matter how shallow/okay they look/are. Yiling said that. She's alot deeper than I thought. (Judge. Book. Cover.)

Realised that I'm rambling on and this post is turning out to be alot longer than I intended. Gonna end now. It felt good immortalising my emoness on the blog.

"We're the lifers

Until the bitter end.

Condemned from the start.

Ashamed of the way

The songs and the words own

The beating of our hearts."

~Sophomore Slump or Comback of the Year

by FOB

PS: (Since when did I do this?) Gonna finally type out a poem I wrote a long time ago next time I post. And maybe a bit more music critique.

Love Me If You're Rich

Those T-Shirt designers are at it again.

3 day weekend. Everyone's favourite.

Been working hard. (Who are you and what have you done to the real Shao Xun?!) Really. 3.0 GPA may be kinda ambitious, but hopefully by year-end can.

I've been thinking, and I realised that no matter how screwed other things are, there'll always be that certainty. I should be DAMN thankful. I am, actually.

Playing WarCraft right now; you should be thankful that I'm even bothering to post. Point is, I'm gonna end now. I have some pretty big/deep/dark thoughts that I wanna put on paper (ok, screen) but not now.

Excuses, excuses

This weekend kinda didn't have a blogging vibe to it. So I'll do more next week to make up for it. Sorry. Anyway, I can't type anything remotely entertaining after reading her.