Thursday, October 29, 2009
Hey baby, don't worry - I'm not crying over you.
I'm crying because I'm so just so damn incompetent. I'm crying because I might lose my home. I'm crying because I don't love my dad. I'm crying because nobody will listen. I'm crying because life is a grotesque beast beneath a mask of lies. I'm crying because, for some reason oblivious to my understanding, nobody is capable of ever being satisfied. I'm crying because one day, we'll realise that we cared about so much for nothing. I'll have cared about other people. But they won't remember.
I'm crying because, of all people, I can't make you happy.
I'm crying because the music is so beautiful.
I'm crying because I lost my pen. But that's okay.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
I'm not quite sure how I feel right now. In a way, I've had an infinite amount on my mind yet I've thought about nothing at all. Sometimes, I feel like nothing is ever really fair. But then other times, I know that it is incredibly immature to think like that, and I, logically, have nothing to be upset about. But I am.
The sight of some people is enough to send me into a silent fury. I just hate that their selfish blindness disallows them to see the chaos that they are solely responsible for. I wish they could see what their actions are doing to everyone else. I just wish they would just shut their mouths and open their eyes - to just see what they have and stop asking for more. I wish they would feel guilty; emotional punishment. And If that isn't enough incentive to change, then I say they are as good as dead to me.
I really admire how memories are the only things in the universe that aren't governed by time.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
I think the significance of the occasional ice cream goes much too unnoticed amidst the self-induced "chaos" of human life.
For me, ice cream completely symbolizes the capability of people for sheer simplicity, which in turn brings us the little emotions that make everything else worthwhile. It captures entirely, the innocence and joy of childhood, seemingly a gateway to all things good. Ice cream helps me to understand that much of life - the sour, the monotonous parts - are contrasts that allows me to appreciate and savour the rare, golden moments.
16th of October, after school at Taringa train station, Brisbane, AUSTRALIA - (:
Sunday, October 11, 2009
It ended just as soon as it had begun. I returned to routine as as plainly as I anticipated leaving it. I enjoyed the trip in almost exact proportion to which I had dreaded it.
That's it. I won't see almost any of the people I'd just spent 3 weeks living and experiencing a foreign continent with ever again. I just turned my back and walked away. It seemed appropriate.
Don't worry; I have much more thoughtful things to say. I'll just say them later when I don't feel as though I'm free-falling every few of seconds.