goddamned
What is even worse than having a lousy Saturday night is: knowing that you would have more just-as-lousy, if not lousier, of it.
I should've listened to those people when they were discussing about plan Bs.
- synta @ 2009-09-12 / 9:33 p.m.
goddamned
What is even worse than having a lousy Saturday night is: knowing that you would have more just-as-lousy, if not lousier, of it.
I should've listened to those people when they were discussing about plan Bs.
- synta @ 2009-09-12 / 9:33 p.m.
disappearing by the end of our walk
So, tomorrow I will be having my last class before I could officially welcome
Anyway, people, please check: Fold Magazine. Something smart my fellow friends managed to invent (or at least, so I thought).
And yes,
I had been hearing words I know I should not believe. But it keeps resounding, I can't help it.
Anyway, finally had the rare opportunity to share the dining table with
...And it also moved my fingers to create the earlier post.
Oh, and thanks for being so concerned, but no, you still don't get it. Not on the right spot, not even close.
- synta @ 2009-09-11 / 12:19 a.m.
long-forgotten episode
You were fooled, fooled by the beauty of the delights. You were tricked, so tricked that you don't know anymore where the bold lines are. You know you're not so fool, you know you have always been right, but then again, you were fooled and tricked and brought to the sky so high you thought the cloud was your ground.
Oh, lies...
Will you ever bother to care about blues, maroons, browns, and yellows when all you can see are silver and gold?
You pressed your palms hard against the walls around and they started speaking in languages only you and them understand. You started having deep conversation about the truth, about the uncomfortable that lied underneath your heavenly bed, about the nightmares that had never been revealed because you were always made awake before it started. Mostly about the scary things you have never known either you would be too scared or too amazed when you heard of it. You started being a masochist to yourself by willing to know the truth.
The clouds slowly faded, you began to lose your ground, your stand. You were flying, but it was unlikely. You were flying double-speed, direction changed. You lost your sense of your surroundings. It was too fast.
Troubled sights, sounds, and touches. Troubled self. You started asking the walls again, but now they won't reply. You could hear them speak, but you no longer understood. Not a single syllable. Not a thing.
- synta @ 2009-09-09 / 8:23 a.m.
wishful thinking
I am currently too delighted by the fact that since yesterday
And now I have an assignment which's due on 12pm and an obligation to be on-the-venue in 3 hours, but there's nothing else I would like to do but to help Keira exploring her worldwide level. She'd been alienated from the world she should have known since her birth for, like, for-ever.
Well, as I've said few lines above, I have some kind of an obligation (whatthehell, of course it
That was both unfortunate and stupid. I'd be glad to tell you tomorrow, what kind of bitch I would be turning into later this day.
Fuck.
Will be going to
Back to the main topic... Things I'm currently doing:
Ah, I can hear my phone's screaming her daily alarm downstairs, which means I have only 2.5 more hours to finish this assignment, not including the time I would spend en route and in shower. 1.5 more hours top.
Ah? Lalala...
- synta @ 2009-09-05 / 7:02 a.m.
she is :
dyah
craving for :
good music, movies, books * sex & the city * silver & blue * dancey tunes * fashion (to be watched, not always being followed) * cool girls * skinny body on superfine legs * BMI 15 * online journals * bvlgari black * dark chocolates * mngjeans ('cause it's the only jeans that compliment her figure, by far) * self-upgrading
heartbeat plays :
cafe del mar compilations * daft punk * bloc party * tika * tori amos, absolutely * garbage * portishead * the killers * the maquiladoras * hooverphonic * the ting tings
reach by :
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me? designer-in-progress, of course.
waved-goodbye to :
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