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Ephemeral Delusion

Tuesday, August 5, 2008, 12:11 AM

Infinity on Low

What a shock, what a thrill, to be alive on this Tuesday morning! Now do we associate this gayness with lark, or was it sheer obscenity without the vulgarity? I figured out this theory which made complete sense to me; now lets talk about why do people sing all good things come to an end whilst bad things lingers? Illustrating with Einstein's Relativity theory explains it all, this is merely a miscalculation of the human mind; I would love to believe that my mental strength can conquer it all, no matter how ferocious or Odele the beast is, nevertheless this is still- the it, the weightless; tasteless; stale; mustered feeling, which and ultimately so only this shadow that darts and hides.

If someone is keen on planting revenge on you, I guess there is no way to avoid it. As much as I love to be in denial, it never pays to get slapped hard in the face once in a while; so hard that you shan't forget. So baffled by relationships, psyched up for the major lift but I dont know what to say when you're caught to blame. We scream out our insecurities yet mutter our apologies; now this is why the world is so wrong. To being a sane, gifted eccentric; my only advice would probably only be to solemn and sceptical of your surreal so. See I spell 'konfusion' with a k. If you do see it marry me please!

I hope I can get the modules I bidded for, or else I will be pretty upset. The timetable looks alright, but I should be capable of doing much better; no I should say it is a must more of a can. People often envy, but jealousy is the cousin of lady envy. Sometimes I'm more scared to tell them the truth, a subtle yet simple reason because I dont want to be seen as an arrogant bitch. They cant tell but we're actually the new face of failure; prettier & younger but not any better off, really. But all in all, I totally enjoyed working in Sony for the past month, although I dont fancy the manager much. I stopped coming home telling my mama how fun the guys are, for those tightening of eyebrow and intense stares; seemingly trying to rip open and expose, layer by layer, inch by inch, what on earth am I made of inside, that red beating thing. I'm merely following my heart ma, and that had been worng all these while anyways.

The skin for my eyebrow piercing is kind of thin, and it doesnt help when everyone seemed determined to freak me out of a tear up there. Of course I'd take care of you baby, shall upload a photo of my love sooon.

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