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Are · you · lost? · Me · too.
stop. breathe. it's okay.
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Epik High _ One | |
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( Meme )1. What are you studying right now? - Right now, nothing! I should be studying anatomy though. Which I will - soon. ... soon. ... Very soon. 2. What is, in your opinion, the best advice you've ever given anyone and why? - I don't give people much advice xP Hmh. Well, I guess... 'believe in yourself'. Reason being, that it's true and everyone needs a little bit of faith sometimes =] 3. What is your favorite thing you've ever created? Of anything except writing. - Except writing? Hmm that's a tough one. I can't really think of anything off the top of my head, but 'good dinner for family' comes to mind. As does a piece of 'jewellery' (not really, a pseudo-ring using thread weaved together? Took me a good number of hours though). I guess I haven't been adventurous enough to make anything really special. I will though! =D 4. What's your favorite thing to eat when stressed? - Nothing. I can't eat when I feel stressed, I just feel sick. It's kinda awkward and difficult, especially when it comes to dinner. On the other hand, I excel at drinking coffee =p 5. Do you own any dice, and what color are they if you do? - I do actually! And they're red with white dots, just like my pictures xD What a coincidence. I also own some white ones, with black dots. I dunno where they are though... (as a side note: I kinda want those large novelty dice. So cool =D)</div>
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GReeeeN | |
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Memories ticked away slowly as the crimson thread spun; silence fell like glass from her fingertips. There was a pane of glass between them now. --> Too much psychology. Not enough microbes. Exam tomorrow - help?
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Epik High - One | |
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Sometimes, it's not about the tears falling as you stare at yet another person's leaving back. It's not about the shattered glass of your dreams. It's not about the curses you hear, or the insults you throw. It's not about the cold hard edge of steel, or the bittersweet taste of iron. It's about the rain on flower petals. It's about the sun peeking out after a long hard day, offering a smile to be answered. It's about the feel of soft cashmere on your skin, the sizzle of oil on fresh fish. Sometimes, it's about the roses, not the thorns.
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Darren Hayes - I miss you | |
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Words ran past her eyes and cold lips touched the reflection, to be lost in a world of will o' the wisps. We have secrets for a reason.
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Start with I love you, and end it with I miss you. Garnish with a kiss.
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Being Alone - Epik High ft. Clazziquai | |
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Turn it up turn it up turn it up. Study study study.
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Oh my this meme has been sitting in drafts for ages and ages and ages o.o I don't even remember the last time I looked at it haha. Well, since I'm procrastinating from study, might as well finish it =]
( Mememememememe )
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You try to fill it up. Sometimes with food, sweet or bitter. Sometimes with words, words that cut others and cut yourself. Sometimes it is with silence, but that works too well. Sometimes you try to fill it with company. But nothing is enough. It's still there.
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My heart. Jury, judge, lawyer and witness all in one. |
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Fall into their arms and breathe in the scent of water and lilies. White lilies. Very morbid reference. See if you can spot it. =]
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Breathe - Michelle Branch | |
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It's going to be okay. Trust in that. And don't look up.
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I was watching tv with my parents a little while back, and there was this girl on the tv show. Long black hair with a little bit of a wave to it, wrapped in sweet pastel colours as if compensating for the bruises in her eyes. A hesitant smile, steady hands that are cold and smooth as glass. So young, I thought. She was... so young. She was eight months pregnant. Eight months ago, her parents had kicked her out of home when they found out. When she'd come home crying. It was the best for everyone; they lived in a small town and everyone would have judged her. It was the best for everyone, they insisted, eyes moving away in guilt.
I don't remember her name.
She was a good girl, straight-A student and always did the right things, said the right things, wore the right clothes. Her parents had been immensely proud of her, I thought. They had placed so many expectations on her, wanted so much (the best) for her that nothing else but perfection would do. And when she'd come home crying...
It wasn't only that she had disgraced herself in their eyes. It wasn't only that they would be judged, shunned, spoken about in whispers behind their backs that were like thorns in roses. I guess in a way... they felt like they had let her down. For her to have done that - what had they done wrong? Where had they let their guard slip? Why did they not catch her before she 'fell'? So they cast her out, pushing away their hopes their dreams their responsibility and their love (because you will always love your child more than anyone else in the world).
Her name was Nicole. They say that when you remember someone's name, they will live within you.
My parents were sympathetic, but they spoke of how she should've been careful. They spoke in derision, though they do not mean it harshly, they speak of it with unsheathed claws. The ball of yarn is unraveling and I can only watch. There are gaping holes peeking at me and I see the universe behind, but the stars elude me. She should've been careful, what, she was not ready for a baby? Then don't live together (don't have sex don't sleep together)! Kids these days. Strange cultures strange habits. She was stupid.
A thread catches on a bramble. Something so small, so often unnoticed, but... it's something we do not forget once it occurs to us.
She was young. She was so young. And she was in love. Sometimes we forget, that the young simply do not know, sometimes. Or perhaps, it is not that they do not know, but that they do not understand. They have different priorities. To them?
Love is their everything.
I'm not saying it was right, or that she should have done it. I'm not saying we should all go around having sex with people we fancy. But young love... there is something so whole-hearted about it. There are not so many troubles that weigh it down; the chains have not been bound yet. It is hopeful. Perhaps we should not condemn or judge.
But...PS: I will comment and read. Really! Sorry sorry. I miss you all xP
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K-pop | |
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Not Not mine =] Haha sorry for not commenting on anyone. I've been hermit-ing; best decision I've made all year. =]
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Ever ever after. They lived happily ever after. That's the kind of fairytale ending everyone likes. Some say they don't, some scoff at the idea of a perfect ending. But at the end of the day, when you're lying in bed... that's what you dream of. When you're on your side, you stare at the empty space in front of you, your sight turned inwards un-heeding of the actual pictures playing cinema in front of your eyes. You want flowers. When you're on your back, you shut your eyes and pretend to shut out the world, but it's just escape. You want silk. When you're on your front, you breathe in the scent of laundry detergent and softener and the song plays in your ears. You want beauty. Eh. One down two more to go. After exams I am going to sleep for a week.
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Avril Lavigne | |
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I sit on carpet and watch my thoughts spiral onto the screen like malformed letters dropping from my mouth. I brush them away like crumbs. They taste - salty.
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Avril Lavigne - Complicated | |
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I received an email from my dad the other day. Inside it were three lessons .
( Lesson 1 )
( Lesson 2 )
( Lesson 3 )Hope you guys enjoyed it. =]
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Basshunter - All I ever wanted | |
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Stolen from ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) ciarline ( Meme ) Thanks for the encouragements / jokes / random comments on my previous post! xD I hope it made you guys smile =]
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Missions!: 1) Defeat headache that's been attacking all day2) [FAIL] Resist craving for coffee [FAIL] 3) Study at least six lectures 4) [FAIL] Not fall asleep on notes [FAIL] 5) Ignore MSN, youtube, random web-surfing, and anything that is unrelated to studyBosses to defeat:1) Lecture 23 [conquered: 5th June @ 22:35] 2) Lecture 24 [conquered: 5th June @ 23:35] 3) Lecture 25 [conquered: 7th June @ ... sometime] 4) Lecture 26 [conquered: 7th June @ ... sometime early early morning] 5) Lecture 27 [conquered: 8th June @ ... afternoon] 6) Lecture 28 [conquered: 8th June @ ... afternoon] Weapons:
1) Hot shower [used: before commencement of mission] 2) Sandwich [used: 5th June 21:50] 3) Ice-cream [used: 6th June 00:30] 4) Crackers [un-used] 5) Various fruit [used: 8th June 22:44] 6) Hot drink [used: 6th June 10:02] 7) Porridge [used: 5th June 23:00] Failures: 1) Gave into urge to blog [5th June @ 20:41] 2) Only started studying half-an-hour after blog post 3) Watched the end of Law and Order without studying during ad-breaks 4) Went to take a nap at 01:30, ended up sleeping till 09:30 [6th June] 5) Died on the 7th June - despite trying to re-do 6th June's work Yay's:1) First boss down - only five to go! [5th June @ 22:39] 2) Second boss down - only four to go! [5th June @ 23:36] 3) Third, fourth, fifth, sixth boss down! [8th June] 4) Relatives of boss (L29-30) taken down too! [8th June]
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There's something honest about writing. Something sincere. Sometimes you hear things in writing you do not hear in person and you wonder why. Maybe it's just your imagination. It's so easy to lie after all, words are power. So easy to fall back on fail-safe words, words like 'I care' and 'I promise' and 'Don't worry I won't let you down.' Prove me wrong then, you laugh. Prove to me that words matter and that I am not hearing the things I want to hear, not the things that are actually being said.
But I can do nothing but shrug. Words are words. That is all there is to it. But sometimes you find out things they never meant to let you know. It's an invasion, in a way. It's a way to get close to someone sneakily. Creep past their barriers and sit quietly while they speak, you listening to things you should not be listening to.
...I don't even know where I was going with that train of thought. Exam period again, brain will not be working. =/ Exam period seems to be some kind of signal for my brain to take a hike...
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