Skimming words in milliseconds to estimate their sum.
Odd, jackpot*! Got the middle, the next milliseconds.
Even, divide it into two, got two middles, the next milliseconds.
Not at all productive but it just milliseconds, then I’m ready to function (or repeat).
*in the parallel universe with other sadistic self cutting people’s body parts and boiling them in large boiling pan while caressing my furry friend, winning a lifetime achievement.
Beautiful things help me get to the right sadness.
You have such a beautiful mind.
Feeling really heartbroken to the state that tears come out for no reason is amazing, amazingly beautiful and extremely fun.
“It’s November all over again.
I was sitting on the terrain.
And in my heart there’s rain.
Mourning over things that are bland, mundane.
Talked about pain and how I have no brain.
Trying to look of what I’ve gained.
Only to found out that everything was in vain.
It’s November, all over again.”
Lots of stalking, and admiring, and dreaming, and thinking.
I am draineeeeeeeeed. And drowsy.
So what’s been preoccupying me this night is a girl, so my friend said look a hell lot like me (remember my past post? Fuck yeah, it’s still happening) of which I didn’t really buy her ‘hell lot’ until she showed me the picture of the girl, and in no time I startled. My friend’s not kidding, man. Haha. Only this particular girl looks a lot prettier, and her being one of the contestant in one well-known beauty pageant means she really knows how to pamper herself, while here I am almost all the time getting the insults from my friends and boyfriend (yes! He criticized me a lot!) of having no sense in fashion. Already getting accustomed to it, though yes, I would like to know that there’s someone out there who is willing to be my personal fashion stylist, have to be a great one, who is not just heartlessly hurts my feeling by saying that I’m suck at these things..
Hahaha. Kidding. Not that I care that much about the way I look to the point of my feelings can be hurted by others’ critics of it.
Do I feel threatened about her presence? Oh no, of course not. The feeling is more like.. God is trying to flatter me, when all of this time I was thinking I am gifted with such a weird look, then puff! He gave another me in a presence with more possibilities to look amazing.
That is enough satisfaction. And what is the point in being amazingly beautiful, though? In their beauty they’re probably suffering, yet they are blessings from God, for without them I don’t really know how to indulge my eyes and fulfill my thirst of beauty.
Stupid, stupid internet connection.
Always get in the way whenever I got too much to write.
And along with the seemingly always poor signal in my room and my old laptop’s slow response, will they surely make a perfectly annoying group of high school bitches.
“How come when it’s us it’s an abortion, and when it’s chicken it’s an omelette?! Wait, what, are we so much better than chicken all of a sudden? When did this happen that we pass chicken in goodness?? Name six ways we’re better than chickens. See, nobody can do it! You know why, ’cause chickens are decent people. You don’t see chicken hanging around with drug gangs, do you. When was the last time you heard a chicken came home from work and beat the shit out of his hen, huh? Doesn’t happen. ‘Cause chicken’s a decent people.”
“Catholics and Christians are against abortion, and against homosexual. Well, who has less abortion than homosexual?? Leave this fucking people alone for Christ’s sake! Here’s an entire class of people guaranteed never to have an abortion!”
— none other than George Carlin on talking about abortion. :)))
I always seem to fall for English-Irish indie bands, inadvertently, every time at the first sight (or perhaps, first hearing). Name it, Editors, Bloc Party, Two Door Cinema Club, and now The Kooks are out in the streets. Don’t know why. Maybe there’s really something about their heart-melting british accent. Maybe they always seem to have really cute personnel, like skinny bearded bassist, chubby vocalist, oh and the best, curly-haired frontman, all with their (again) sexy british accent. Maybe the music itself always succeed to make me feel high, without the guilty part.
Doesn’t stop me from liking another kind of music, but curly-haired frontman with a reaaally cute accent? Man, just tell how to stop myself from drooling.