Sunday, March 18, 2012
trying to be as objective as i can but what am i to do?
so tell me, what is hell is really goin' on?
Story unfolded at 2:29 AM
Yea.. shouldn't have said that to my brother. Was too rash.
I take that sentence back. Never should have said anything like that.
FUCK THIS SHIT WHY ANOTHER CYCLIC PROCESS OF CRISIS
Story unfolded at 2:26 AM
Thursday, March 15, 2012
and the more you know about a person, the closer you get..
the bigger the magnified scale of his flaws.
Story unfolded at 11:48 PM
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
try to keep my head down, focus on the matter at hand
try to break my fake frowns, focus on loved ones and friends
but the more i think, the more this cubicle shrinks
memory bank vaults for the emotional deposits
feelin' like, i got to wake up from this one bad dream
but the story goes on because thoughts come in streams
illustrations of a man's illustrious history, attractive
but a mind imprisoned 'cause a man guilty, negative
Story unfolded at 3:42 AM
i guess we've successfully concluded this year's cny.
feels incomplete and abrupt, chaotic and shit. maybe it's just come too early in a calendar year.
nothing feels right, and.. geez, i'm happy but every now and then we all look back and feel silly.
missin' my cousins in brisbane. missin' taiwan relatives. missing how i used to write to overseas friends. missin' my past.. i guess.
but for now i'm happy i'm just trying to focus everything i can on what i'm doing.
but somebody teach me how to apply techniques to web layouts and design!
Story unfolded at 3:37 AM
lately i've been wonderin', comin' up with gansta rap lines
flippin' thru old records past my generation, my time
try to exhaust my mind with exhausted punchlines
used to be my favorite past time, and it was all fine
till i've grown up, i'm too old for that posthumous shit
too old for innocent craniums, i've got lost humours, shit
readin' too deep, too shallow, and then old rhymes go
composin' two rows for two doughs, reposin' this soul
forbidded this flow, burning sensations sensational
clashin' civilizations, space and time critical
so maybe we writing historical is kinda comical
but i'ma break the frame that says 'no idea's original'
i first listened to that jay z shit back in J-C-two
four years later, still twenty two two's at age twenty two
feelin' like, damn, age is startin' to catch up wit me
but the fact i'm in this paper chase, chasin' slowly
like there's a link; good grades equals living successfully
like asians are only good for modern day peasantry
"but fuck that 'cause that's a low life motto"
even though you can't shoot down the sun with broken arrows
we still try to separate the medium from shadows
still try to take down life lessons in our little memos
every single commodity that stamps patented info
we rip away the soul, strip away the gold, then follow
Story unfolded at 3:36 AM
Monday, January 09, 2012
and i was immediately reminded why you can never be my friend.
i aint some big shot or some shit, but having glanced into the both of my eyes the least you could have done was to say a 'hi'.
had an urge to return the animosity and treat your existence as though you were invisible, but ha, you aint worth it.
and so sem 2 is on its way and this time, i'm going have to work harder! :)
Story unfolded at 1:13 AM
Sunday, January 08, 2012
and they will stick with you thru the happiest times
until your fall from grace, to your darkest times
Story unfolded at 1:01 PM
Thursday, December 15, 2011
我不再難過了
我看見自己是多麽的美麗，那麽的多有魅力，別人是給予我多麽多的愛
雖然每人能真正擁有愛，我可是真正的體會到了
換個新環境，其實對自己很好
謝謝你給我這個機會，我會好好把握的
Story unfolded at 2:09 AM
don't be ridiculous
just because you rhyme the last word of every sentence doesn't make it a fucking poem
WHERE IS YOUR FLOW
WHERE IS YOUR SKILL
WHERE IS YOUR TECHNIQUE
More importantly,
WHERE IS YOUR MESSAGE
Story unfolded at 2:05 AM
Friday, December 09, 2011
FUCKING 4:19 in the MORNING
FOREVER WRITING TILL I GET DISCOVERED
the.unhappily.married. (purely fictional)
Mirage, life and death, toasts to coke and meth
Co-existence, fallen deaf, angels of spiritual theft
Can't do it alone, still rolling with the rolling stone
Got nowhere to go, 'cause this is where he calls his home
Hosts and parasites thin nest-cage equivalence
Little man has little options, middle man acquaintance
The wage war commisions, meddle conversations
Winding pi fractions beyond brine saturations
Asking why the heart status, merger, democracy
Understand why bird heart the caged I know suddenly
It's a stolen nature, vulgar urban roaches
Gettin' richer quicker fuckin' drunkards on liquors
While the "young salewoman sets up shop when the sun sets"
Guarantee to detach the souls that were matched
Plus a plaster plastacine, injest penicillin
Wakin' to bathroom floors, where the hell have you been?
Story unfolded at 4:19 AM
