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