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    I opened my eyes, last night, and saw you in the low light
    Walking by the bay, on the shore
    Staring up at the planes that aren't there anymore
    You happened to look, and see, the tunnels all around me
    Running into the dark underground

    Thursday, April 30, 2009

    Okay, I need to confess.

    No, I didn't kill anybody, nor did any terrible crime. It's not even crime, much less a petty crime.

    All along I've always been this teen filled with angst. All these feelings pent up inside of me. Then, a younger, more immature me felt that I need to store up all these negative feelings inside me, and then, when I can't take it any longer (usually doesn't take much time), I'll just blow up. :D

    Then, I've changed to become a better person, not yelling vulgarities at people already, nor getting angry that easily. I used to have the shortest temper in the household, and now I'm trying to rival my Dad's! He's uber good I tell you! :D

    BUT! (With me there's always a 'but') I still get that feeling sometimes, that I just want to yell and let people know what's wrong. So I curse it quietly inside of me, and then let the issue go. I'd just forget it.

    This is how I curse. It has a lot of 'fuck' and hokkien vulgarities (excluding those that include body parts. I feel that it's damned mild, and damned no use. Like scolding 'YOUR HAND', 'YOUR LEG'. What's the point? I'd love to elaborate on that point. But uhm, I don't think it's alright here. There are young children reading this!)

    You know what, one day, 'fuck' will be the same as using the word 'damn' or 'shit'. It's being over-used to the point that it's getting mild, and losing the effect. The word's flexibility is probably the reason why people like to use it. It's simple, and brainless. Hah.

    I've totally no idea why am I even posting this up, but I'm bored, I need to relax, and I need some form of entertainment. Apparently people can't update frequent enough. ): So yes, blame me. Feel free, I won't blame you (back).