..A World of Nonsense..

rawr, speech+iso today. ><
invest + mep tomorrow. ><

why can't the week ever start comfortably?

I think it's time to abandon those pretences. that I actually cared about all that.

welcome to the new bravo! here's your free cola. it has pepsin in it.ok, so i'm not very coherent at 5:30am.

I just hope she was right when she said things'll always change and i'm sure it won't be like that anymore next year.

thanks. (:

Adi added to the nonsense at 2:28 PM

let's go crashing down. wheeeeee.

down into the bottom of the trenches of seas the universe has never known, never will know.
and they don't even have a bottom. there's simply no sense of direction. and of course, nature is abundant. but life is not. in the extremity.

it's where there's no land. just matter. and singularities.

it's where the people who try so hard and always fail, end up.

hello, friends ( finally). What did you people ever do to have to be tucked away in a place like this?

if you can even call this a place.

maybe I should just drop all my commitments, pull out of acsi, and life, and go back to kindergarten. and stay there.

facebook says I have 680+ friends, what a liar. I don't seem to have even one.
Everyone's just there for the good times, after all.

the school just uses me for all the dirty work and formalities it can. even the PB doesn't give me any respect. the MUNSOC? hah, they just don't have enough people. ACPHIL? because of the racial quota and i somehow managed to get into MEP so i need a music cca by order of the gov't.
MATHCLUB/BIOCHEMPHYSOLYMPIAD? don't even talk about it, i just exist.

maybe I'll be put into a class all by myself next year. and my own CCA. and my own council. yeah, that's win-win enough for them.

all these aspirations, talents,potentials. are meant to amount to nothing.

A real tragedy takes place in a corner, in an untidy spot.

he probably knew someone like me. but who can afford to know such people? it's so, unglam.

and you wonder why I'm like that? i'm not like that, i'm just that.

originality: something that is unique by itself.

perhaps the purpose of originality was that something so pathetic should never be duplicated.

when you thought you did it, only for someone else to come and completely eclipse it, for the enneth time. all over again. even deja vu can't handle it any more.

when you thought you did it, only for someone else to come and point out 10 other things aren't even started yet. all over again.

when you thought you did it, only for someone else to turn around and go against you. all over again.

when you thought you did it, only for someone else to suddenly realize you were involved and completely pull the plug on it. all over again.

when you thought you did it. only for...

why the f. am i even blogging. who needs to read these joke-of-a-posts. I should delete this someday.

love is more powerful than fear.

but will love ever be able to do it?

fear's been controlling me for ever, talking to me, playing with my mind, in our own private conversation.

well i've got to hand it to you, fear, you really know your game. i didn't, it was my downfall.

hope your next prey knows you better than I do.

that was, the final straw.

Adi added to the nonsense at 6:19 AM

A Hundred Ways To Say Your Name

I avoid speaking your name in conversation,
throwing it to the air as if it were nothing
more than an assumption of you; it is my last
mode of defence. The last item of clothing
to discard before I realise I'm naked in public.

Because they can hear it in my voice, I know.
Even in that one short syllable that means
everything and nothing; your name is as common
as you are rare. As easy as you are not.
As simple as love should be, but never is.

But when I'm alone, I tie my tongue softly
around the familiar sound, as if pronouncing
with conviction the phonetics of desire
will cause time to pause just long enough
for the earth to hear me naming my loss.

By Tania De Rozario

Adi added to the nonsense at 4:07 PM