Boredem Metropolis

So bored, I don't wanna be here
Just one more day and i'll be back there again
To no work and being at home till I find another
I have no hope
My head hurts, I wanna go back
But once I am back I wanna turn back
It's wednesday and it's almost 5pm
I got another hour for me to leave this room
I surf the net and I found out
That CSI season 7 is goona come out
I surfed the net and I found out
that Spernatural Season 2 will be out
I can;t contain my excitement I wanna watch them all
But it's week by week series and it's driving me nuts.
I read them all and now I'm bored
I surfed them net to look for games and
downloaded VV to past my time
But I can;t play it, coz it;s the mac
And now i;m stuck, with creative junk
I got emails to attend but not for long
I do them in like 10mins and then I;m done
Again back to being bored,
It kills me now to see it's only 3mins gone! Damn!

Puppet Me Up

U know wat u want, but yet u don't know. Things are looking up, but u end up feeling low. You wanna cry, but u laugh. You want to shout, but u bottle it up. You think so much, but it never works. You think you're confident, but u're really nothing. You think u're strong, but u are weak. You wanna run away, but you are afriad. You wanna take a risk, but you're a coward. You think life is hard, look around you. You think you're unlucky, look around you. You wanna be somewhere else, but u're stuck here. You think you're famous, but you're crap. You think you're funny, but you're lame. You wanna party, but too lazy. You want to sleep but too awake. You wanna tell someone off, but u're afraid to lose them. You try to be nice when you're not. You try to be someone else, but you can't. You think you're special, think again. You wanna die, but u wanna live. You want to be someone, but u end up being noone. Dreams are false, hopes are lost, wishes are imaginary and reasons are hopeless. You're living in a world of lies and you know it. Nothing is wat it seems and you sense it. But yet you're the puppet that does everything the master makes you do. You can't run, you can hide, you're always trapped until you say Goodbye.

Wierd Things

Living is the wierdest thing. It has no meaning while you live it and only has a meaning when you end it. He was a great person, he helped he and there, but why could they not say it when he was alive. Life is a wierd thing. You want to end it, but end up living it. Whos to say, Whos to end, Face it we have no power over life and you morons are abusing it. A Smile is a wierd thing. You are sad but u still smile and wen you happy you still smile. Who can tell the difference not you or I so don;t blame the other when you're mocking urself. Tears are a wierd thing. You cry wen you're happy and cry wen u're sad. No one can tell, no one can know, then let us be and leave us alone. Breathing is a wierd thing. You breathe in everything, including the bad and the good. What makes us healthy then, when the world is polluted, are we not to breathe then if we wanna stay alive. Lots of things are wierd in this body of ours, in this world of ours, but its how u make of it, tat's wat really matters. Everyday u wake up and see a bright new day, it could be a good thing for you, but another sad day for others. Wake up with a smile, well tat;s not meant to be. Everyday is a new day and for some it remains old. Make themost out of each day, just live it for the moment.

Wakalele

A month and some days have gone by and i'm still finding my way round this world. Tired and stupid I feel like goin away on a vacation. Still finding a permanent job, wanting to study, wanting to learn a language, wanting to learn the drums. Many many things, but so little time. I lie saying I'm alright, I laugh when the world laughs at me back, I rebel when given advice, I suck it all in when you apologize, I think i'm crazy for doing all this, but I can;t change it, coz that's how it is. I wanna jump, i wanna scream, I wanna let my tears flow like a stream. I see you there, I want you back, but there's no way I'm turning back. I try to type normal, but it's just not real, you can tell by the top two lines I reeled. I hope it's just not me, I feel like it's a disease in the disguise of talent. I like the way I type it, but does anybody understands it. I try a new look, it worked once, but when i open my mouth, it just goes back to square one. I hate the way I talk, I hate the way I sing, I try to be what i'm not but what do I even wannabe? I think too much, I talk too much, I wanna be free like when i was younger so much. Now my mind is blocked, can't think coz i'm overthinking some stuff. Till i blog again on this spot, this is me signing off!