Monday 31 December 2007

Psychobabble.

Back at work. 

I seem to have forgotten how dodgy people can be.
Trust is such a rare thing.
Perhaps that's the reason for the lack of honesty.

Sigh.

What's wrong with the world today?
..

Edit:

Hello, my name is Spoon.


(o.O) wtf.

Sunday 30 December 2007

Music is my boyfriend.

Boys will never cease to amaze me.

Somehow or another, as great as they first seem to be, in the end they leave you in this disgusting cesspool of disappointment and deceit. How do such simple-minded creatures somehow evolve to become the grand masters of illusion that they are? That they are able to fool even the smartest of us into thinking they're something they're not. They manage to throw you totally off course and you're back to the beginning like the first day you met, not knowing what to expect.

What is it with boys who just lack the ability to show any shard of honesty about themselves? Does the air of mystery that they exude act as a compensation for their own inadequacies? 

I am absolutely baffled.
So you tell me.

Perhaps I'm just meeting the wrong ones.

Konichiwa, bitches.

I get this overwhelming urge to blog whenever I'm back home in K.K. Hence, the new blog and blog post. I know this isn't a new blog, but whatever. I've taken down everything I posted. I mean, what the hell, right? New phase of life would require a new avenue of expression. 

Lately I've been feeling this unsettledness. It's strange and so eerie. I'm finding that I don't know who I am anymore. It's as if I don't remember my place. This confusion that I'm entangled in just lashes out as anger and I don't get why. It's not just resentment but a downright hatred for everything and everyone. Perhaps it's a reflection on what I feel about myself. I don't like me very much right now.

Brace yourself, this isn't going to be a happy ride.

A friend once asked, "Why do you blog these kind of things? Wouldn't you rather write something beautiful that you can share with your readers?"

Well, maybe this is all the beauty that I can muster. 
Maybe truth is all the beauty you need.

What could be more beautiful than this?