the digital world may be a convenience to most, perhaps a luxury to some. but there are those little things that can't be taken away no matter how much technology is progressing.
like crumpling a piece of paper and throwing it at the wall.
asdasdasd
here's a list of what my sagem says whenever i try to charge it :
- battery charging
- battery charged
- incompletely charged
- insufficient power to charge
- unauthorized charger
all from the same phone, charger and socket...yea, its going crazy
7am
i like waking up early. so i can turn the speaker on and start singing without my roommates gazing at me.
when can i wake up early just to see you next to me?
when can i wake up early just to see you next to me?
i miss those times
when all of us crammed into one car and wander aimlessly to go makan while drinking slurpee.
when we looked all over town to find swings that weren't occupied by little kids. and when we found one, i could sit there for hours and just look at the sky.
when we would all gather at someone's house and just chill out with games, or movies, or just random stuff.
when we would make jokes about each other and no one would take any offence.
when i could look at a piece of paper and start writing.
when i could take my 10 years old leerun and cycle everywhere.
when we would go to the field and just fly kites, and make it go so high, the string would snap and we would try to chase it.
when i can turn around and see familiar faces.
when i can talk and talk and come up with random shit at the centre of the discipline room.
when i could find my way around school with my eyes closed.
when i could barely finish a lap around the field in time, and still see people cheering for me.
when we would skip class and just spent the rest of the day debating or involved ourselves in drama.
when i could see teachers speak their minds like i've never seen before.
when i dont have to turn on the lights to sleep.
when i dont feel so alone.
when i would sneak into their room to get the psp and see them sleeping.
when i could sit in the passenger seat and just look out the window.
when we could drive all the way down to the johor border and turn back to kl for no reason.
when we could whisper to each other and make fun about strangers passing by.
when i could just lie down on the floor and look at the ceiling till i fall asleep.
i miss those two years.
when time stops
two and a half hours of being in a bus during a massive traffic congestion was a slow painful death. i wish i had brought my mp3, i wish my handphone had more battery life, i wish i could talk to someone there
i wish i could turn to my right and see you falling asleep on my shoulder
i wish i could turn to my right and see you falling asleep on my shoulder
law abiding citizen
"i believe those cots are bolted into the cells"
"well that's what wrenches are for, dumbass"
"well that's what wrenches are for, dumbass"
the brothers bloom
"when i was five, i got really bad rashes and allergies and hay fever. so my mom took me to the doctor, and he did that test where they used needles to prick a grid on your back with different toxins on them, you know, to see which one you're allergic to. next day, i come in, the doctor lifts my shirt, and my back is a patch of oily, moldy, blackish-green double-puff marshmallows. i was allergic to everything. so they sealed the house with plastic and a special ventilation system, and i spent the rest of my childhood and adoloscence indoors, alone, lonely.
it wasn't till i was 19 they discovered what i was actually allergic to was the aluminum alloy the hypodermic needles were made out of. then i was gona leave, but my mom got sick. so i stayed. she stayed sick a really long time.
the trick to not feeling cheated is to learn how to cheat.
so, i decided this wasn't a story about a miserable girl trapped in a house that smelled like medical supplies, wasting her life on a dying person she sometimes hated. no.
this was a story about a girl who could find infinite beauty in anything, any little thing. and even love the person she was trapped with"
-penelope stamp-
it wasn't till i was 19 they discovered what i was actually allergic to was the aluminum alloy the hypodermic needles were made out of. then i was gona leave, but my mom got sick. so i stayed. she stayed sick a really long time.
the trick to not feeling cheated is to learn how to cheat.
so, i decided this wasn't a story about a miserable girl trapped in a house that smelled like medical supplies, wasting her life on a dying person she sometimes hated. no.
this was a story about a girl who could find infinite beauty in anything, any little thing. and even love the person she was trapped with"
-penelope stamp-
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