Friday, October 30, 2009
I felt like kissing the floor when I found something that I want.
Okay, maybe not exactly want.
Gah, I can't think of that word.
My English is rotting after months of disuse.
I.should.start.writing.again. *dies*
No.
I should start reading the dictionary again. *dies horribly*
1. My guitar skills is well, uh, not improving.
Kevin owe me tabs for Love Story and Apologize.
No tabs, no improvements.
And...my song is stuck where it is.
Verse and chorus - settled.
Bridge - Uh-oh.
Lyrics - Not even close to completing a verse.
It's my laziness to continue composing and writing actually.
I find no point in continuing the song for only one reason we are all too familiar with.
Yes baby, it's pointlessnesses time again.
Lalalala.
2. Inglorious Basterds was boring.
Almost fell asleep in the cinema just by watching history getting twisted.
Holocaust or not, it still leads back to the same thing: Violence.
Bla bla bla.
I wanna watch Ninja.
Bla, more violence.
3. Wanting to be alone is definitely NOT a form of emo-ness.
Wanting to keep my silence is definitely NOT a form of emo-ness either.
Not wanting to smile is my god-damn bloody problem and it's definitely NOT a form of emo-ness.
Okay, I admit my previous blog posts have been nothing but emo crap. =.=
Screw me.
4. Bailey's Irish Cream is L.O.V.E.
Look at the richness and smoothness of the liquor.
Magnífico. Fabuloso. Aah, amor; Bailey es el amor. >=]
Would some kind soul get this as my Christmas Present? XD
5. My note pad hath now become my sketch pad.
Doodles after doodles.
PR's such a bore.
It bites.
It kills.
It's...dry.
Hence, doodles are born.
I want more tattoos. *whines*
One, two, baby steps.
Three, four, baby steps.
Five, six, baby steps.
I'm starting over again.
Okay, maybe not exactly want.
Gah, I can't think of that word.
My English is rotting after months of disuse.
I.should.start.writing.again. *dies*
No.
I should start reading the dictionary again. *dies horribly*
1. My guitar skills is well, uh, not improving.
Kevin owe me tabs for Love Story and Apologize.
No tabs, no improvements.
And...my song is stuck where it is.
Verse and chorus - settled.
Bridge - Uh-oh.
Lyrics - Not even close to completing a verse.
It's my laziness to continue composing and writing actually.
I find no point in continuing the song for only one reason we are all too familiar with.
Yes baby, it's pointlessnesses time again.
Lalalala.
2. Inglorious Basterds was boring.
Almost fell asleep in the cinema just by watching history getting twisted.
Holocaust or not, it still leads back to the same thing: Violence.
Bla bla bla.
I wanna watch Ninja.
Bla, more violence.
3. Wanting to be alone is definitely NOT a form of emo-ness.
Wanting to keep my silence is definitely NOT a form of emo-ness either.
Not wanting to smile is my god-damn bloody problem and it's definitely NOT a form of emo-ness.
Okay, I admit my previous blog posts have been nothing but emo crap. =.=
Screw me.
4. Bailey's Irish Cream is L.O.V.E.
Look at the richness and smoothness of the liquor.
Magnífico. Fabuloso. Aah, amor; Bailey es el amor. >=]
Would some kind soul get this as my Christmas Present? XD
5. My note pad hath now become my sketch pad.
Doodles after doodles.
PR's such a bore.
It bites.
It kills.
It's...dry.
Hence, doodles are born.
I want more tattoos. *whines*
One, two, baby steps.
Three, four, baby steps.
Five, six, baby steps.
I'm starting over again.
Varsity - Baby Steps
Oh yes, definitely tryna start over again.
It's high time for reformation.
xX Shaun K.
Oh yes, definitely tryna start over again.
It's high time for reformation.
xX Shaun K.
Life bites, so deal with it.
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