godyouhatemeright

Untrustworthy, that's why the Bodhi tree

I had a conversation with a friend who believed
Empirical evidence, God's laws resonance
Do good right but forever be the devil dance
Felt pressure, at the jury of a shawshank
Plotted path, you do the math, tall order, balls shrank
At the mercy of your omnipotence
Mortal think tank, they watch us but who watch them
Love-hate relationship, grids on the battleship
Corrupt pigs with sugar rings, halos; that's a myth
Money driven fortune cookies, open box and you will see
QSH's path to eternity
The throne, race to the crown and overthrown
Scrutinize the chromosome, underneath the microscope
Missing ninjarous, hindrance, dangerous activities
Must be why tough love punishes and disciplines
Michel, please help, a beautiful mind, young and gay
Advancements backwards, the price that we pay
So which one, choose one you feel for and adore
Calendars, Mayan, sleeping on God's bathroom floors

Difficult years I will endure
Schwierigen Jahren ich werde ertragen

you must hate ugly, that's why you made me.

and i'm really convinced that god hates me

fuck you!
nah just kidding. i love you

Dear Buddha, I guess you've got it all right.

Life is full of struggle. In fact, life is struggle.

Got friends thinking, nah, that's no big deal. Perhaps not to you, but everyone thinks their problems' are more significant.

Till then, I can only hope that the ship steers itself into the clear.

trying to be as objective as i can but what am i to do?

so tell me, what is hell is really goin' on?

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

flaw magnification

and the more you know about a person, the closer you get..

the bigger the magnified scale of his flaws.

mind imprisonment

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

cny 2012

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!

too old?

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

class!

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! :)

stickers

and they will stick with you thru the happiest times

until your fall from grace, to your darkest times