I don't know how artists make music. I don't know where they get their fucking envy-worth lyrics from. I guess they'r just born with 'it'. You know, the gift of words and musical notes. Because I tried to write some, and it was trash. I tried to come up with my own tune. It was worse than trash. But hey, at least I did try.


There's a reason why I'm writing this song
There's something you really ought to know
But first I need words,
I swear I'll tell you the truth

Remember the fisrt time we met?
It was I who smiled first
You walked up to me
You smelled like summertime
Boy, it made me want to cry

But I need words to lead me along,
I'm starting this all wrong
He was standing just behind
you, walked up to me and it was gone,
the would-be payback smile
that's what made me want to cry

So here's the reason I'm writing this song
I guess you must already know
let me put this the best way I can

Yesterday I ran out of gas
down around along the countryside
someone drove slowly past
(it was him) offered to give a ride
He smiled and I started to cry
inside. deep inside.




So then it was a day less than two weeks later. And then it's back to basics in five days time. I find that I'm becoming a shallow human being. I very rarely contemplate nowadays. I've become just like those people I loathed roughly a year ago. A materialistic uber-narcissistic bitch. I've given up on the book I'm reading. I haven't touched a single textbook. I spend most of the time staring at the mirror and the rest of the time looking for a mirror for me to stare at. Now how sick is that? And I think I'm paranoid. Or maybe this is just a passing thought.

Well, I'm not really keen on blogging nowadays. You see the reason.
I get all passionate and my mind's just not capable of handling them all. Boo.
Someone kill me for my incoherence.




Seventeen years. Thank you.
On the 5th of june I realised how lucky I really am. I have almost everything. I used to be scared to admit this because I didn't want to jinx it. Well, forget about jinxes. This is called appreciation. Life is never perfect. If it was, no one would have wanted to live it. Imperfection makes us human. It makes us want to strive for the so-called perfection, so that we move along and life goes on. But perfection is just like beauty. It lies in the eyes of the beholder. Only, it is so much more difficult to find because people mostly do not know where to look. But when you do find it, then you have understood what life really is all about. And then it's time to die.

On the night of 5th of june, I'd be gladly welcoming death if he ever came.

Now I'm not sure why I'm talking about death all of a sudden. Bear with me here.




here,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!