Nobody knows what will happen tomorrow.
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Tuesday, March 27, 2012 |
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Ross Copperman - Holding On and Letting Go
Monday, January 9, 2012 Is anybody out there? Is anybody listening? Does anybody really know if its the end of the beginning? The quiet rush of one breath Is all we're waiting for Sometimes the one we’re taking Changes every one before.. It's everything you wanted, it's everything you don't It's one door swinging open and one door swinging closed Some prayers find an answer Some prayers never know We're holding on and letting go Sometimes we're holding angels And we never even know Don't know if we'll make it, But we know, We just can't let it show It's everything you wanted, it's everything you don't It's one door swinging open and one door swinging closed Some prayers find an answer Some prayers never know We're holding on and letting go Yeah, letting go It's everything you wanted, it's everything you don't It's one door swinging open and one door swinging closed Some prayers find an answer Some prayers never know We're holding on and letting go It's everything you wanted, it's everything you don't It's one door swinging open and one door swinging closed Some prayers find an answer Some prayers never know We're holding on and letting go. It's everything you wanted, it's everything you don't It's one door swinging open and one door swinging closed Some prayers find an answer Some prayers never know We're holding on and letting go 9:35 AM |
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Sunday, January 1, 2012 Closer and closer 9:43 PM |
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Dexter's Lab.
Sunday, November 27, 2011 Monday - Sunday Alarm sounds. Snooze for at least 15 minutes Creep to the toilet to brush my teeth and wash my face. Back to the room, open up the cupboard, pick the same uniform that I pick everyday. Dress up. Wear my watch, my socks. Grab my bag. check the keys in my pocket. Check if my purse is in my bag. open up the door, lock it. Wear my shoes. Open and lock another door. Walk out to the bus stop 50 steps away from my house. Stare at the direction where the bus is supposed to appear for at least 10 minutes. Bus appears. Signal bus. Get up, validate the ticket. Look towards the same seat in the bus, see if its taken. Settle down. Look out the window. The same route. Press the button to signal driver to stop. Get off bus. Cross the road. Walk up 2 flights of stairs. Punch card. Welcome back to work. - Off work. Walk down the same two flight of stairs. Wait for the bus. Bus appears. Signal bus. Get up, validate ticket. Look towards the same seat in the bus, for sure it's not taken. Settle down. Look out the window. The same route. Press the button to signal driver to stop. Get off bus. Cross the road. Open the first door back home. Open room door. Take off shoes, throw room keys on the table. Bath. Online for awhile. Sleep. Next day... Please read from the beginning. 9:24 PM |
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Badminton Racquet.
Sunday, October 30, 2011  True self reflection only happens when death strikes unexpectedly. After this moment, everything will be the same, spitting on life when really, no matter how shitty your life is, you're lucky to be alive and kicking. Lucky to be able to do what he/she didn't get to do. 11:44 PM |
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Saturday, October 29, 2011  Most of the time, people want to feel like they belong somewhere, anywhere. More often than not, they get it from the smiles, the talks, the whispering of secrets from mouth to ears, the pat on the back, and the random phone calls. Uncertain of what to think of the whole situation when those mentioned are the exact things that you get and don't get at the same time. You're really just stuck in the space between yes and no. The grey spot. The blur between black and white. You exist at first and then you cease to exist almost immediately. Maybe it's just like adding a cordial drink into a still glass of water. You're bound to mix, but you just need a little stirring up, a little startling, a little push go before you can really get both liquids to bond. But maybe, the smiles, the talks, the whispering of secrets from mouth to ears, the pat on the back, and the random phone calls is just not it. It's the afterward that matters. The afterward when it really shows, who meant what they meant. It's not a case of being under a spotlight but simply wanting to be remembered. Remembered without having to pour a whole lot of desperation out. It's pretty tiring trying to constantly remind yourself to remind others. It's not important but it definitely matters more than a tad bit. It gets worst before it gets better. Who's dying anyway? Not you I hope. There's another big wave coming up are you ready? Are you what you think you're made of? Don't let me down. 10:35 PM |
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Tuesday, October 11, 2011 Spring is here and the bugs are running free. I cant believe a normal fly can be as big as my thumb (including the stretch of their disgusting legs). Usually I can just shoo them away but god damn it, these flies are so huge I dare not shoo them with my bare hands. Anyway, I sucked one into the vacuum cleaner cause it came in to my room as I was vacuuming after I got back. Thank god they are slow. I'm a sadist I know. Anyway, I found out that the two filthy guys are the ones who are playing dr jekyll and mr hyde, trying to make everyone turn against everyone. What's the point dudes? Sorry I forgot that the both of you are like stupid coz you cant even keep the place where you're supposed to clean up, clean. FUCKING PISSED JUST KILL ME PLEASE. 6:30 PM |
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Wednesday, October 5, 2011 Time flies when you're having fun. So true. A month passed without me noticing. Gotta go back to that jungle once more. Imagining the things that I gotta do after I get back. 3000 words essay, studio submission in 2 weeks, music composing. I didn't touch a shyt for a month. Can I not go back to that? 11:40 AM |
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Lighters - Eminem
Saturday, August 20, 2011 This one’s for you and me, living out our dreams
We’re all right where we should be Lift my arms out wide I open my eyes And now all I wanna see Is a sky full of lighters A sky full of lighters 6:30 PM |
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