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Saturday, July 30, 2005

"I'm really sorry but my dad got hold of my phone yesterday n found out abt us. Now he's super angry n he's banned me from seeing or contacting u ever. pls don call me... sorry..."

those were her last words before she pushed me off the edge. and ended our little 1 week chapter. i dont get it. the mums and dads used to yearn to love when they were our age. why, even the man i call my father now has 2. although the primus one is leaving. so am i.

lets not digress. why would they want to carry on this vicious cycle of "banning" love. is it some sort of tv programme? or some sort of gossip magazine?

yea we have to admit. i do know people that get all la-la about love and screw up their lives. but. we both are grown up teens 17 of age. though she hasnt been through as much rough times as i did. im sure she would be able differentiate (dy/dx=...) the love of her life and the rest of her life.

this faux pas shall not continue. but is it within my powers to stop it? certainly not. dad's a "MNC bosss'' while that bugger back home is a screwed up programmer with a 1995 pay and has 2 women. my situation would make eyebrows raise. "please dont go kill yourself..." "i know you're under a lot of stress..." (things people ACTUALLY say to me). killing yourself is fucking stupid. and stress is good for health. you should go get some yourself. it makes you grow up.

i had my fallbacks long ago. and it seems to me. as if local parents are trying to do some long term population control by "censoring" love out of the kids' life. as if we're gonna hump each other each time we date. humpin each other now is also fucking stupid. even if the dumb bastards want to hump the girl. use a condom. practise safe sex if u must.

im startin to type out of relevance. "so it ends here" (you should know where does the opposite come from). names were not mentioned, fingers were not pointed, and swears were not blurted. here i wish you all the best in your future endeavours, knowing that i might not ever get to hear from you again. but anyway. good bye, and thank you for loving me.


Grrrr...9:45 AM
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Sunday, July 17, 2005

She seems dressed in all the rings
Of past fatalaties
So fragile yet so devious
She continues to see
Climatic hands that press
Her temples and my chest
Enter the night that she came home
Forever

Oh (She's the only one that makes me sad)

She is everything and more
The solemn hypnotic
My Dahlia, bathed in posession
She is home to me
I get nervous, perverse when I see her it's worse
But the stress is astounding
It's now or never she's coming home
Forever

Oh (She's the only one that makes me sad)

Hard to say what caught my attention fixed and crazy,
Aphid Attraction
Carve my name in my face, to recognize
Such a pheromone cult to terrorize

I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me (Yeah!)

I'm a slave man, and I am a master
No restraints and, unchecked collectors
I exist throught my name, to self-oblige
She is something in me, that I despise

I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me

SHE ISN'T REAL! I CAN'T MAKE HER REAL!
SHE ISN'T REAL! I CAN'T MAKE HER REAL!
(She isn't real, I can't make her real)
(She isn't real, I can't make her real)


Grrrr...9:17 PM
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Wednesday, July 06, 2005

oh well. very VERY stressed out. lets see. for the first time in my MJ career i failed to get an A for chemistry. sob. now GP i jez passed. nvm. shall reveal more of my life soon. after my results are revealed, too.




Dammit

It's alright to tell me what you think about me

I won't try to argue or hold it against you

I know that you're leaving, you must have your reasons

The season is calling your pictures are falling down




The steps that I retraced the sad look on your face

The timing and structure, did you hear, he fucked her

A day late a buck short I'm writing the report

On losing and failing when I move I'm flailing now



And it's happened once again, I'll turn to a friend

Someone that understands, sees through the master plan

But everybody's gone and I've been here for too long

To face this on my own, well I guess this is growing up



And maybe I'll see you at a movie, sneak preview

You show up and walk by on the arm of that guy

And I'll smile and you'll wave

We'll pretend it's okay

The charade, it won't last

When he's gone, I won't come back



And it'll happen once again, you'll turn to a friend

Someone that understands, sees through the master plan

But everybody's gone, and you've been there for too long,

To face this on your own, well I guess this is growing up



Well, I guess this is growing up


Grrrr...11:48 PM
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