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Y i K a i

Drive Me Crazy

Tuesday, June 04, 2013 ( 12:17 AM )

You drive me

Up the highway

Down the streets

Round every corner

Crazy

who gave you the ability?

You turn on

Every spark
Each ignition
Burning and overheating

My lights

Just don't disappear, or leave me in your idea of a colourful despair

End; What did you want to say?

Bubble

Thursday, March 21, 2013 ( 11:16 PM )

Sometimes, This is just an enormous lie we chose to believe. The lie: that you control your own fate and that you are the sole master of your own life. With hard work, you can purchase power off the shelves, gain popularity over the society and earn yourself a comfortable happily-ever-after. All of these gains will be secured in a bubble. A bubble created by beliefs, which will not burst easily. For it is different! Even though it looks just like every other bubble, it is stronger, it is tougher, it is a survivor. Surely, our beliefs define it. If our belief is weak, then of course it will explain the absence of those smiling friends or society's recognition. Beliefs derive from perspectives, while perspectives are never concretely real or fake. This is why, we can only choose the most comforting lie to believe in;

fully committed to our wisest choice.

End; Who are you kidding

Time alone

Monday, December 17, 2012 ( 6:17 PM )

I miss having free time to myself.

I miss rotting at home.

I miss walking down the town until my leg hurts.

I miss window shopping.

I miss buying coffee on random and feeling sleepy right after drinking it.

I miss grabbing my camera out and take any shots I want.

Like the one on this post.

I miss having too much time to edit my photos.

I miss being given the time to draft an idea of a script, but never completing it because "I can do it later".

I miss movies by myself.

This selfish writer of the blog misses his time he used to have for himself.

Because I used to have a lot of time, for real. For work, loved ones and myself. But now that there's no work life and school life, but ever so time-consuming The Army Life, there're really only 48hours or less of Personal Life left.

I'm glad I always choose to spend the personal life part with my loved ones, friends or family (like my commanders would always advised... roll eyes). But today I finally stayed home to do nothing and like nothing, and I just felt like doing one of the things I as mentioned. Really haven't had time to myself, because I'm ever so narcissistic. Or maybe I just miss the feeling of having the difficulty of having too much time to handle.

Haha. whatever.

This is just Army Life. How am I going to deal with Work Life and work life is really WORK WORK? Zero hours of personal time already. See how lor.

End; Time is priceless time is free.

Crude

Sunday, July 22, 2012 ( 1:47 AM )

:(

not feeling the best tonight, it's the same feeling again. like the feeling that your life is gonna be hard, gonna be real hard! confidence just spirals down, and you wonder you possibilities in this place. uh possibilities of your existence all too impossible. like what if I was a star? what if I was born into a rich family? what if I had stunning looks?

who invented values? the ones which tell us to be a good person is to care less about looks and surface, less about wealth and fame but more about kindness and care, more about understanding and loving.

confidence drops, really drops. really need to get out of this shit. drops, drops, dwindles, faltering but never to an end. you'd know, for sure, you will never run out of confidence. no one really runs out of loving themselves. just wish I could step of self-obsession and move on to confidence instead. then be really proud of this human I see in the mirror. hey there gorgeous.

like i never learned anything about this, because this wasn't important. those who emphasized on values never really talk to their children about this. thank you mom and dad, but practicality has proved us wrong. again, yay! truth and reality always crude and always win.

you'd wonder why you have to lose to truths and dreams never win, and you never win. drops, drops. why do I have to endure this. nothing near it makes me feel I deserve this. drop, drops.

what is dropping.

but tomorrow will be fine again :)

End; Looking good and good looking.

Captain

Friday, June 22, 2012 ( 11:48 PM )

Chanced upon a song, which I would never expect it relates to me. Just not my kind of song... but.

My version of The Captain, Biffy Clyro. The notes I hear and the lyrics I see:

Somebody help me sing?

Can anybody hear me?

Help me be captain of
Our crippled disguises
I won't show what's underneath
It's time for surprises
Angels fall to the floor
Like they would if I was captain

Somebody help me sing
Woah-oh-oh-oh

I can't climb up your ladder
I can't ride your horse

Can anybody hear me?

I gave birth to a fire
It's like it's features were burning

Somebody help me sing
Somebody help me sing
Somebody help me sing
Woah-oh-oh-oh

Can anybody hear me?

End; Trying to captain not-controlling