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

感言15.12.2011

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

don't be ridiculous

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

t.u.m.

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?

The Child

So I stepped back, recollect, regret the shit I've said

But the words' been out, I guess I can't take them back

I was like a child, refused to wait for the soup to chill

Scalded his tongue so bad, two weeks and still he's ill

Subsequent meals, coupled with subsequent bills, now he's

Mentally ill from the medical pills that actually kills

The truth is concealed cause he will not reveal, he's

Bottlin' it like a contraceptive pill, he will distill

Pneumatic drills into the hard core truth, the literal

Imagined emotions in temples, thoughts hypothetical

Killed the sabbatical, there's nothing left but sentimental

Memories of yesterday carried away in opticals

Souls of nights cease, lone, a mistaken disease

In the cities of tall buildings, the cold air, the breeze

Contaminants I breathe, the same one that I sneeze

And that desire for a friendship I could not release

In retrospect the kid should have calmed down and respect

Choices of an individual, who was he to expect

Suspecting a doubt that only brought frustrations

Psychological state of mind that maybe spells limerence

Pitching a higher tolerance, building a balance

With scales of a sign that epitomize elegance

Cause if perfection was he, he'd be an embarassment

So he stabilized and composed archaeological remnants

In the initials of crap verse, two stanzas will immerse

Arguing shit, two by four, the last eight lines of this verse

Maybe rehearsed, with pens inversed you can call it adverse

So long an intersperse, hope that this may be reversed

Only method to salvage the broken intended recipient

Relating this to reactions of an 'angry man asian'

Repent or remorse, re-penned and reinforced

You know, if friendship ain't meant to be, it shouldn't be forced

Too late, haha

Traditional rhyme schemes, original rhymin'

Know-identity

My mind is polluted by sounds that come from my headphones

But my choice is peculiar, that's why I'm always feeling the lone

I'm having a hard time trying to fit into mainstream taste

Repulsion every time I diss that mainstream waste

It's a lame dream race, let's face it, the wealth and the fame

I'm never gonna make it the thought of it brings shame

The bells ring change, it starts to rain as I feel disdain

Droppin' plains of pain, it starts to faint but I'm still the same

And something I still don't understand, I can't comprehend

How the fuck am I supposed to move on without a plan

Now, I'm breaking relationships over petty little things

Seems to me I don't really know myself, I'm having flings

Mingling around with the shit I ain't supposed to mess with

But fuck it, I ain't got anything on me to start with

好聽

你的版本真的很好聽

聽了好舒服 心裏好多了

不認識你，但還是要謝謝你

生病了

最近好難過

沒想到一個病可以拖那麽久還不快好

只想朋友、親人的安慰鼓勵快好起來

不想自暴自棄但真的好想放棄

說要死掉也太誇張

不過内心真的快撐不下去

看到這則網post的朋友可以說我很軟弱

可是這段時間裏，真的，我好想一個人靜一靜

皮膚惡化、精神氣色一天比一天糟糕

不想出門，我是怎麽搞的

這不是以前開心活潑的阿淵，你在幹嘛

懷疑自己快患上憂鬱症，明明就很多朋友邀約，自己是不孤單的

但是好像越來越孤僻了

生病了，臉紅腫了，I look grotesque

but why the fuck do i care?

靠腰 你管好自己就好了 不要來煩我

done.. won.

It's a common question asked a million times

Even more times you tried to force that shit rhyme

Life, love, stress and setbacks, show me where your heads at

Cause honestly I'm tired of the bullshit and fake acts

Fuck a job demeaning, it's a fight against the odds

Inscribing life's meanings, it's a fight against the Gods

I'm ignoring texts, emails and messages

Just so they notice my struggle with the rummages

I'm aged twenty one, but my mind is really older

Who the fuck am I kiddin', isolated in the corner

Trying to fit in but you can't you fucking Termite

They try to ruin you, label you, reduced to plights

But seriously, you think you all that great

Go out there and face reality before it's all but too late

Demonstrate, show them how it's supposed to be done

Fuck a break, show them how it's supposed to be won

somewhere else

I'M VERY CONVINCED I DON'T BELONG HERE

'cause this is the only thing i want to do

I WILL BE A FUCKING DOPE LYRICIST

travel!

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