cause i don't feel like talking.

but i have something to say.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

This is a story of noob, who was initially deemed as a fool but played so damn good in pool.

I beat him once. He beat me once, too. It was so close! Geez. Sucker.



PS: I don't know why there are two videos when I only uploaded one. Even brother Google couldn't lend me a helping hand. IT IS SO FLIPPING ANNOYING.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Directionless lives ; nowhere to go.

I'm feeling low, today. Because I feel like a piece of crap. And everything around me seems invisible and transparent. I'm so oblivious to the obvious because I can't see. Too overwhelmed.

A broken string, unplugged. Nothing but defeaning silence, and it becomes an unpleasant clamour of silence. In the realm of nothingness. The sun forbears to shine, its rays dissolved in the wide horizon. I see broken light rays. A void that is too infinite, beyond what I could grasp, beyond any human comprehension. The remaining pieces in the void are scattered everywhere. Picking each piece, becomes a burden. The littlest effort goes to waste, futile. A spark of hope is ignited, but winds of doubts are much stronger. The spark. It is gone. Optimism evolves into a cocoon of pessimism. The void is left unfilled, incomplete, once again.


I don't want to feel, because I refuse to give my emotions and impulsive thoughts a stronghold in my mind. I still can't get used to it.

Friday, April 10, 2009

I know that my blog has no pictures, duh, but the essence of blogging is mainly about words, yo. Well some of you may beg to differ, but then blogging seems so commercialized right now, so yeah, opinions can be distorted. But not wrong. I never said that :)

I saw A Samad Said yesterday in the literary fiction section in MPH. I was actually alone, browsing through some classics and I realized he was just beside me. So cool.

Why, oh why, must I be tempted by superficial delights?

Simple; because I have XX chromosomes. But with a wee bit of XY thoughts sometimes.

I'm dying to doing well in my trials next week and I am slacking so much today. This statement is an oxymoron.

I'm a new soul, I came to this strange world. Hoping I could learn a bit but how to give and take. But since I came here, felt the joy and the fear of finding myself making every possible mistake.