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Thursday, September 24, 2009

ok, i have decided, that i want to buy new skates and a saxaphone. however, the saxaphone might have to wait until i am probably 20. since its quite costly. and getting a used one also is quite costly. at least if i can play the sax, i can you know, jazz. prolly buy some books and watch some vids on both.

its all about the i wants.... pfft

Monday, September 07, 2009
NOT JUSTIFIED


JUST A STRANGER TO YOU

finally blogger is back to normal. for me. :)

the things i thought wrong about you
seems right just about now
somehow the person that i knew
died alongside my conspiracy

i should've trusted my conscience
run away from it
but all i did was stand there
holding it

in the end i burnt
a hole in my heart
a hole in my pocket
a hole through my head




Saturday, September 05, 2009

when you have nothing much to say anymore
keep quiet for nothing good ever comes out of it.
when you realised that it has been too long since you have shed a tear
you are hiding something from yourself
it is only then that i realise that
i am that of a recluse

maybe keeping quiet has its reasons, i dont know what else to talk anymore
it gets tired
the world tells me its tired
so she and i close everything of the world
because they choose not to tell us a thing,
not until everyone around us knows
except us.