scribbles/ Friday, November 06, 2009
i've left so much behind...
family, i've left you behind...
and i want to go back
i want to go back.
so badly.
but there's more ahead.
to do, to say, to live.
if only tears and magic fairy dust could just bring you back.
to the place where i do belong.
'i am bound for the promise land' - jars of clay, on jordan's stormy banks i stand
You keep me safe in a crazy world.
8:30 AM
scribbles/ Monday, November 02, 2009
my fingers on my left hand are like peeling on the tips... plus they hurt. and they're like so hard now... but they hurt. so much for getting used to it haha. learning songs on the guitar is always a awesome thing to do when you're feeling all bleah and you don't want to finish up your formal report which is due on tuesday and to be checked tomorrow... (man...)
i've been working on it... just was taking a break after abt.. 3 hours... i've got 2 pages left (as opposed to 8 pages more if i was starting from scratch)
i wonder what'll happen if i plaster my finger tips... see if it will hurt less.
i really need to start getting creative again. feel so lost without my paints, my papers, my material, glue, sisors, ribbon, boxes, felt, markers, cloth and whatever art material i have...at home... and i've just lost inspiration to do things... school work (big ugh) probably if i have a reason i can get so into it, but there's nothing so far, not now... have to start doing random things for people again hahaha
my "just because" chocolate stint in JC. loved that!
creative juices... FLOW!
halloween was an interesting holiday to observe. literally. talk about eye openong experiences.
alright back to the report
i cant believe i have to wait a month for my leeland cd to arrive cuz hmv has to import it... but the good thing i guess is i dont have to pay for the importing price =) just the cd.
this is an emergency...
You keep me safe in a crazy world.
9:05 AM
scribbles/ Sunday, November 01, 2009
how much of your soul are you selling/giving to the world
looks like the devil's winning
the laughter of a boy and girl in the morning
after a night of drunkness, costumes followed by a awesome hangover
its easy to lose yourself
but it was a simple choice
its not fun waiting
its not fun anticipating
its just *shrugs shoulders* not fun
tears of the saints
for the lost and unsaved
we're crying for them come back home
we're crying for them come back home
this is an emergency.
You keep me safe in a crazy world.
11:46 PM
scribbles/ Thursday, October 29, 2009
i wish
you were here.
i wish i could tell you all the things i wanted to say
right now, when they happen, where they happen
what happened
i wish it was
back to normal again
whatever normal is
i don't even know
i wish i didn't feel this way
its a id-ego struggle
if only if only
=) remembering the good times always feels better than thinking about now.
You keep me safe in a crazy world.
12:56 PM
scribbles/ Tuesday, October 20, 2009
its amazing how much more you learn about yourself as you grow... older?
how about just as you grow, day by day.
looking back to the past, looking ahead to the future, dealing with the present.
and all that jazz inbetween.
its interesting.
Alexander II has been an awesome companion! =D (aka. Katie's guitar)
have been playing and practiving everyday, at the start or end of the day.
its been awesome =), my fingers hurt but who cares..
wow...
self-awareness is really kicking in for me in so many areas in my life right now...
in everything i do and say.
its amazing what university does to you.
i don't think i've ever talked so much to myself in my whole life...
or realised so many things for that fact.
as far as experience goes, its been an interesting one so far.
A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head:
Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished:
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
You keep me safe in a crazy world.
1:15 PM
scribbles/ Tuesday, October 13, 2009
there is no beauty in the silence.
You keep me safe in a crazy world.
11:48 PM
"the answer my friend, is blowin' in the wind
the answer is blowin' in the wind." - bob dylan
if only the wind could speak of stories near and far.
sorrow, happiness, joy, love, tears - all swept away and carried by the wind
the wind blows to where it chooses
and where is chooses no one knows
cold wind rustles the trees here outside my window
i wonder what they its trying to tell me
to stay in?
and hear the electric guitar shredding below
to do my work early to relax for the upcoming week
to prepare for the rainy week ahead
to warn me of what's the come
where winds blow strong and wild
winter's coming. november's coming.
another month.
and my foot is numb.
something's gonna come.
You keep me safe in a crazy world.
8:04 AM
scribbles/ Friday, October 09, 2009
its amazing how you think about so many things while studying in a cafeteria.
i love studying in the centre caf. its the best. its got the buzz, i can talk to myself and say something to make me remember and no one cares because they're eating. i observe people too... i hear and listen to people... (occasionally picking out a singaporean accent here and there amazingly, picked up a thai one once in the caf across where i was sitting)
the psyc 100B exam was so good. i studied for it, prepared... felt so great. but im kinda loosing steam and i've got like my psyc 100A exam this friday... tomorrow... MORNING... argh.
feeling so lazy right now. but im half motivated. HALF. i really hope i get my act together tonight.
today at bio study group... you know what i wont even go there. it was good... but... big BUT...
(takes a deep breath of air)
youth culture has been on my mind recently. its... sad... its... annoying me.
i feel like my ears are hurting everytime i hear the word "f***" more than what... 10 times in a day. 10's like an under estimate i'd say, its a good day if its between 10 and 20. i have never (in my entire life) heard people talk about sex so much and so openly.
this is just conversation, haven't haven't moved into practice.
i know that i'm not going to assimilate into the culture. i am not going to try and fit in.
but that doesn't mean that i cant be part of the youth.
i'm just talking abt it like real quickly... because i've got psyc to study...
but its just.. ah..
God must be crying every night to see the youth in this state.
You keep me safe in a crazy world.
7:19 AM
