Saturday, September 16, 2006
Stagnation Nation
I'm lazy and i have a penchant for leaving details out when relating events. Unless there's something Wong with me... in which case, i'd squeeze even five minutes to tell even the detailest of all details. Unfortunate friends are held at gunpoint and are only released upon completion of my Wongerful storytelling session. But fret not, i'm getting lazier by the day so on normal days you'll only hear either the head or tail end of my stories. Or neither, as i drive straight to the belly of an anecdote. And because i've had another round of reality checks, i came to a realization that i've been throwing empty confetti in the air for so long, that i'm scattering sugar all over a mud ground. Oh-so-useless.
I'm waiting for my toenail to grow out. I've had it partially peeled off when some walking disaster(s) occured -- i should take the cue now and start wearing sturdy rubber boots. Unfortunately for me, disaster doesn't end here. I displayed violent affection toward a canteen chair (don't ask) and now i have a fingernail being partially peeled off the nail bed, bleeding slightly and so so painful. I can't tear off the loose part unless i find a ripped fingernail cool which is actually but nooo it's not, it hurts too damn much.
I've got school on my back; and my back's breaking. I'm so very busy but you're busier and there's something Wong with me... so if you could beep me soon, that would be lovely. Currently, i'm looping that song you've sent me. Horrible, it grips me tight at the heart and very roughly tugs at my heartstrings. Horrible, you've stamped your name all over my mind and all my words sound foreign; only your name resonates and it irritates the tympanic membrane. Well thank you, prey plays dead and predator swoops to claim triumph over prey's moment of weakness. New game, new players, history retold.
My mom's a forgiving person, the most beautiful heart. And now she's ill.
My grandma's a giving person, the loveliest old lady i've known. And now she's in pain.
God, give me a buttkick to get me back in tune with my own music. So i can see Mama and Nenek in the sunshine.
Aging is frightening but the experience is priceless, together with the bonds you've created and worked hard on. Third year whizzing past like a bullet train, it gets tougher to start saying goodbye. I'm loving my people in school. Notwithstanding random what-ifs, i wouldn't trade them for anything, not even _______________. If anything, i'm hoping they'll echo my sentiments. Here's to years passed and are passing and will pass. Nothing's left to be left. Dust your shelves, keep it tidy.
I'm afraid of the constant; i'm peeking out at change. Plural too.
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fara // 01:46
Stagnation Nation
I'm lazy and i have a penchant for leaving details out when relating events. Unless there's something Wong with me... in which case, i'd squeeze even five minutes to tell even the detailest of all details. Unfortunate friends are held at gunpoint and are only released upon completion of my Wongerful storytelling session. But fret not, i'm getting lazier by the day so on normal days you'll only hear either the head or tail end of my stories. Or neither, as i drive straight to the belly of an anecdote. And because i've had another round of reality checks, i came to a realization that i've been throwing empty confetti in the air for so long, that i'm scattering sugar all over a mud ground. Oh-so-useless.
I'm waiting for my toenail to grow out. I've had it partially peeled off when some walking disaster(s) occured -- i should take the cue now and start wearing sturdy rubber boots. Unfortunately for me, disaster doesn't end here. I displayed violent affection toward a canteen chair (don't ask) and now i have a fingernail being partially peeled off the nail bed, bleeding slightly and so so painful. I can't tear off the loose part unless i find a ripped fingernail cool which is actually but nooo it's not, it hurts too damn much.
I've got school on my back; and my back's breaking. I'm so very busy but you're busier and there's something Wong with me... so if you could beep me soon, that would be lovely. Currently, i'm looping that song you've sent me. Horrible, it grips me tight at the heart and very roughly tugs at my heartstrings. Horrible, you've stamped your name all over my mind and all my words sound foreign; only your name resonates and it irritates the tympanic membrane. Well thank you, prey plays dead and predator swoops to claim triumph over prey's moment of weakness. New game, new players, history retold.
My mom's a forgiving person, the most beautiful heart. And now she's ill.
My grandma's a giving person, the loveliest old lady i've known. And now she's in pain.
God, give me a buttkick to get me back in tune with my own music. So i can see Mama and Nenek in the sunshine.
Aging is frightening but the experience is priceless, together with the bonds you've created and worked hard on. Third year whizzing past like a bullet train, it gets tougher to start saying goodbye. I'm loving my people in school. Notwithstanding random what-ifs, i wouldn't trade them for anything, not even _______________. If anything, i'm hoping they'll echo my sentiments. Here's to years passed and are passing and will pass. Nothing's left to be left. Dust your shelves, keep it tidy.
I'm afraid of the constant; i'm peeking out at change. Plural too.
fara // 01:46
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