Saturday, November 29, 2008 9:42 pm
twilight's a nice movie.
what a pity.
9:08 am
life has been fine actually.
the usual turmoil at home, homework's a pain,
this stupid computer being it's almost useless self.
woohoo. i'm happy.
cause i'm free :D
Tuesday, November 25, 2008 9:30 pm
i think..
i think friends is fine.
friends is cool.
Thursday, November 20, 2008 6:15 pm
i remembered your day,the ocean wouldn't make me part,drowning couldn't make me forget,the words were plenty,none of which i could say,i'm waiting here feeling empty,how will i ever forget.sometimes i'll forget,but what can i dowhen this world revolves around it,what can i do when music sings its tune,how do i deal with it,when everyone's happy with another.seven things. seven dayswere all that stood in betweenour most treasured moments,days celebrated every year;i'll never forget,not because of seven,just that you were all i had of heaven.and yet the angels choose,lucky number seven,while i remember everytime,it seems nothing is what i've givenand you forget.shooting stars will always becaged in my mind,acres of land and greenery,flowers all yellowy...along with them,a date i'll never forgetbecause you did.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008 10:10 am
today's the day i remember how everyone forgets.
it's just a fucking date. so much for caring.
this doesn't lie.
edit later.
Monday, November 17, 2008 9:43 pm
i'm just going to leave it right there,
yep, bye bye double click!
Sunday, November 16, 2008 10:37 pm
it's sorta like floating around.
the faster it passes, the better. it's not like you'll remember either.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008 10:58 pm
it'll only stop hurting when you want it to.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o2omyqxbsKw
Tuesday, November 11, 2008 9:51 pm
for all that had been,
i cherish.
for all that never was,
i'll forget.
anyway, happy birthday.
Sunday, November 09, 2008 9:44 pm
there is alot of hw to do during the holidays.
big news.
i need to like study this holidays. haha. the thought is actually quite funny.
but yea. gotta start somewhere.
Tuesday, November 04, 2008 5:10 pm
bricks fall off as i lean against the wall. the sheer weight of the armour nearly collapses the side of the house, its walls brittle from the heat of the gunfire. the sergeant barks at me, but his voice seems all blur. i get up, the wall crumbling down to the dust it came from and hoist the modified tactical shotgun over my shoulder. my armour was almost impermeable, from frags to mines; they made it laugh. it did its job, leaving me with a couple of shattered ribs and a few bruises.
it was a scene. it was a scene. two rows of battered buildings stood before me, humbled by how they were barely standing and i was still here, instead of being obliterated to another dimension. for the majority of the decoration, seven wrecked tanks knelt down as, what was left of the, fire danced gleefully around them. the familiar smell of fuel roamed the area, carrying around the smell of burnt flesh. i looked around in the air before bending my head down.
black carpets were infamous in the military. this is one had a diameter of fifty metres and was a large as those sold in a warehouse. everything on it was carbon, the molten metal armour were all spewed on the buildings. a grey helmet was the only exception. lucky guy must've been flung high up away from the intense heat of...
media events and whatever that was grand. that's where red carpets lay. they lay on clean concrete too expensive tiles, while ladies with long legs and their men with fragrant pockets walked across. black carpets: the blast radius of an antimaterial mine. always wondered why they called it antimaterial. it tears you apart whether you're man, machine, with and without armour.
it was a scene. it was a scene. but all i saw was the grey helmet. solid titanium laced with, very well distributed, carbon fibre. i could almost chuckle, the name printed on it in mere paint still existed. i could almost cry, the name was mine.
i picked it up with my free hand and made my way to the transport as i took out the helmet around my head.the pilot was swearing at my face. the very one that saw seven tanks and wasn't disfigured. the vulgarities rang in my head, but they were pushed out by the memory of the day.
the day i honoured my best fighter with my helmet.
Sunday, November 02, 2008 10:09 pm
RANDOMIEEEEES (i'm creating words again.)
- secret valentine~We The Kings ftwww.
- i neeeeed tuition.(hahaHA)
i was brought up in a pretty liberal environment, i guess.
as in discipline is way up there, but as in me and my sis are free to think whatever we want.
lucky heh.
maybe that's why you know, i don't believe much in rules.
haha i don't let them rule me (bad joke, i know)
as in i know rules and morals are there and stuff.
but nah, i use them more than follow them.
anyway my form teacher rocks! haha, she let me eat in class.
let
s actually.
if society can make you, society can break you too.
gotta love a rebel.