SAY CHEESE TO PIMPIN' from Tokyo!

Melodious songs with a fast tempo most of the times sound too melancholic.

Ear candies can sound so joyous that it makes me wanna throw up the disgust built up.

Most of the things seem so real to the extent they look fake.

Just like the fact that you have to be somewhat imperfect to be perfect.

I heard a foreign Chinese musical instrument played.

And have got no idea what it is.

I love the way it sounds.

I love the way I love things that I don't know about.

Love, hate, guilt, sadness and happiness are what I now called imaginings,

and our very dear self cognitive therapies.

Strong emotions are easier to manipulate.

Because of their depths and intensities,

they could always be willed into the extreme opposites.

It's coincidences and ironies we live in, isn't it?

I always wake up to these questions every day.

1. When will I be as hot as Nira Chan?

2. When will I totally break away?

3. When should I die?

Alright. The third one sounds more of like a plan. Anyway, as with regards to work,...

I still don't comprehend why every one is trying to pull one another down in order to make themselves look better.

Dumb fucks.

Dumb fucks.

And still, dumb fucks.

Life in the fast lane.

[Alright. I am a fat kamen rider.]

I feel that I have at last awaken from this long bad dream. It is relieving and is indeed a joyous affair to know that it's love I am still capable of producing. And like what they have said, you'd improve as time goes by, this time around, the capacity for Love is so much bigger, wider, almost unmeasurable. It is indeed simple and easier, when two lives come together and live as one.

I feel loved. And I am loved. I am thankful but I know I deserve it.

Because I love myself now.

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This piece of news sucks. I am going to miss Stereophonics. It's like I have been waiting to see them for ages, and I have to give em a miss. I hate work/love the money it brings. Tell me the balance of Life, balance in Life, someone please? Aww... this thought hurts. Fuck.

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Wenny, I hope you are fine. I miss your presence and the times we bitch about everything under the sun. Technically speaking, I miss the times we agree on almost everything. I hope you are real fine. And I know you are going to be, for sure. Rest assured, that if you don't know where you are going, all roads take you there. And I will stand beside you. Gosh. I sound so disgusting I feel like throwing up.

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Von and Tracy, I think you girls should meet Nicholas. Soon. And yes to all my readers, I am in love. And I am definitely loved. You won't want to know how loved I am. And I can't explain it too anyway. I feel pampered, all the time now. The sun is out, the storms are long gone. I feel alive once again. So I smile.

If seemingly perfect lives are more like perfect lies, based on what do/would we even define lies? When we are always in a constant transition. Based on what do we even define perfect lives? When it is just the surfaced lives of others' we've seen and remembered?

I am tired. I am hurting. From all the ills I have contained within this humble fist-like wrap. And I know the only way of being free again, is to let all go. And embrace. I see it; I have visualised it. But I just do not have an idea how to. I have been slipping against the current for far too long. It would be a risk to go with it once again. I might have my regrets. It all seems like a vicious cycle. If this threshold gives way to another one which is similar to the one I have had before, it's going to be another alteration of mental landscape.

A mosaic - I do not know what makes me, me.

Simplicity is a shield. But how long will this last before I slip away again?

I would forever be in solitude.

The weather these days have been less than dreamy. The scorching killing sun when I open up my eyes, to the falling drizzle or downpour when night falls. Death Cab for Cutie has successfully made its way into my temporary mp3 player which I couldn't even squeeze more than 120 tracks into it. So I had missed lil paper biscuit.

The waves of pain still wash over at times far too many. But it is relieving to know that they aren't overwhelming. Perhaps I have cultivated a better control over them now.

Perhaps... Perhaps... Perhaps.

Now it all sounds so nostalgically peculiar.

I am a mute at home these days. Because they have proved all my hypothesis. Which you may call, facts now. I will not cry. Because it's really over. I have slipped away. I won't find crying so much of a joy now. To swallow the pain back in sounds much sweeter, in a sadistic fashion of course. And I know I have got my revenge. Because the physical pain you landed on me that night, ain't nothing compared to what I am giving back to you. She slipped away to a process of a prolonged vengeance. Watch me play.

Just admit that you're wrong. And I'll give back what I borrowed or stole.

The difference between Kaba Modern and Jabbawockee is...

...even with more than 30 peeps dancing at the same time.

Now this is what I call Dance.

I'm forced to fake a smile, a laugh everyday of my life

My heart can't possibly break

When it wasn't even whole to start with.

I feel more whenever BFF sings this song instead of cao ge himself.

And this is a fucken tough song to sing.

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