Where There is Love, There Will Be Hate.

I knocked into three people yesterday while text messaging.
Somehow or rather, school isn’t boring today.
Stayed back to do DNT, had a chat, and played ball.
My left shoulder joint feels out of place.
I can’t move much of it.
I’m having a great load of thought taking a slow walk with heavy steps through my mind.
I’m also having a super high fever now.
Feeling so horrible.

People you laugh, smile, and are happy without, are people you don’t love and don’t need. Right..?

It’s best to widen the gap.

We accept people we love, but we usually don’t/can’t accept everything about the people we accept.

All I Need

Do you know where your heart is?
Do you think you can find it?
Or did you trade it for something
Somewhere better just to have it?
Do you know where your love is?
Do you think that you lost it?
You felt it so strong, but
Nothing’s turned out how you wanted.

It’s Alright to Waste Certain Stuffs, Right?

Old supersculpey becomes really hard.
Don’t bother sculpturing anything out of it.
Science’s getting easier.
Crap……..

Over and over again, we judge others.
We relate every action of others to their bad history, or bad rumours.
Don’t like the sight.

We’ll take a very slow walk back there, and take a path that wouldn’t lead us here.

I Feel Useless. I am, Right?

Stayed back to do chemistry.
I’ve progressed man, I finally know something about chemistry. Eheh.
I’m gonna indulge myself in work really, really soon.

From one sided to three sided, I’ve made quite a jump, haven’t I?

Should Stop.

Theory X takes the pessimistic approach.
Theory Y takes the optimistic approach.

The limit to it all. I’ll draw the line. No, I drew it already. We’re stepping on it. Let’s walk backwards. We’ll go all the way back to where I see no need for any lines to be drawn.

Mistake.

I treated my eldest and my youngest to dinner. What generosity.
I want to play billiards.

There’s guilt. Things aren’t gonna work out this way.

Sacrificial Avoidance.

Ask not one whose had no or little unsuccessful/weird relationships for advice.
For they might know only how to keep one going but nuts about how to prevent it from failing.

I went for the Direct Polytechnic Admission interview today and I have really no idea if it went well or not.
I am going to skip night class tomorrow. I’d probably lose my sanity if I go.

I have a lot to say, a lot to ask. I have many things to make clear. They ain’t neccessary for now I suppose, though.

Love In This Club Part II

I know we here together
So this must be something special
You could be anywhere you wanted
But you decided to be here with me
No coincidence
It was meant to be
Don’t be shy
Don’t let your boy get in
So you can tell of all your friends
And you can be my secret lover…girl
And it started with a hug
And now were making love in this club
And were not gonna stop
Just because the people in the club are watchin’ us
Cause we don’t give a damn what they say
This is the remix baby

It ain’t gon’ be that way, ain’t gon’ stay. I’ll plan.

I Will Stand Down.

Before today, the last time I was late for school was in the month of January.
I did a lot of work today.
I did a lot of work because I had to.
Otherwise I’d feel useless.
It was for bad, but I think it’s a good thing.
I think my posts are getting more and more boring. My mind’s twisted.
I’m doing career counselling now, come to me before the holidays for advice. Eheh.

Have you ever thought of losing someone, something or everything, intentionally?
Happenings can seem like they’ll make you happy in time to come. They just seem, who knows if they will, in time to come?

I have.

Lips of an Angel.

Basketball.
We often neglect the fact that in the three words, “meant to be,” ‘meant’ is past tense.
Whatever was eventual back then, would have another eventual happening once it happens.
We often say stuffs, and give answers that we don’t mean, to suit the moment, not realizing it.
And we regret it, we don’t say it.
This is how we screw people and ourselves up.
I have too much to say, I have been random.

Honey why you calling me so late?
It’s kinda hard to talk right now.
Honey why are you crying? Is everything okay?
I gotta whisper ’cause I can’t be too loud
I guess we never really moved on
It’s really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
It’s funny that you’re calling me tonight
And, yes, I’ve dreamt of you too
And does he know you’re talking to me
Will it start a fight?
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
Honey why you calling me so late?

I build my World, ain’t the other way around.

Any Idea What This Feels Like?

Formation stage. Choice.
Orientation and Exploration stage. Interaction.
Transition stage. Conflict.
Working stage. Adaptation.
Consolidation stage. Unity.

We have to slow down at times in life, to move on in life, right?
Whenever we slow down at the right time, we actually progress faster, right?
We all roughly know what drifting in motorsports is.
Braking, clutching, hand-braking, slows a car down, but when done right, at the right time, brings a car round corners at higher speed.
It’s the same with us.

You all decide for me, let me know, I’ll make everything happen. We all have choices, we all have freedom of choice, we all know what’s better for ourselves. We decide for ourselves, but just excuse me this once for I’m lost.

“If you limit your choices only to what seems possible or reasonable, you disconnect yourself from what you truly want, and all that is left is a compromise.” -
Robert Fritz

What’s the point of having a million opportunities seeking you when none of them is one you want to seize?

Let’s Turn and Walk Away

We all want reasons, don’t we?
We want to know why are we here, why are we doing what we’re doing, why are we who we are.
We want to know why we fell down.
We want to know why we love someone.
We want to know why we hate someone.
We want to know why someone loves us.
We want to know why someone hates us.
We want to know why we fail.
We want to know why we succeed.
We want to know why the reason, is the reason.

Heed my advice if I ever give any, for I do so only when I’m ready to be responsible. Cancel out my name people, for I ain’t planning to take anymore, it’d be sort of isolation-concentration from today onwards till complete freedom in all aspects’ possible. Or is it? And, what do you call the state of not wanting to do anything?