Oh, I know. It's very sad posting your own pathetic teenage poetry on your online journal, but whoever said I wasn't sad? :D

Josephine
Her eyelashes curl flirtatiously,
black just like the night.
And the eyes that beg forgiveness,
closed and out of sight.

Her lips are cherry red,
as if dressed up like a doll.
The smile that's drenched in pain
peeled off - invisible to all.

Her heavy heart is cold as stone,
all her suffering drags it under.
The piercing cries that tug our minds,
resound just like the thunder.

The tears, they fall like lemondrops,
and those present begin to mourn.
She lays there so innocently,
almost begging to be reborn.

But true friends smile at the peaceful thought,
that she had fulfilled her quest.
Her head on the pillow, coffin tightly shut.
Her soul can finally rest.

Nothing's Wrong
Nothing's ever wrong,
but if you understood the meaning of 'nothing',
you'd know the reason I cry.
You would comprehend and realize
it's no use listening to my lies,
that there is no reason to trust my words,
for they come from my mouth,
and I am nothing but a speck on your glass.

Feeling: Inspired
Listening to: Entombed We Collide by Death By Stereo

Ants annoy me.

If you didn't notice the previous post before, that's because I forgot to publish it, hahaha. But you may continue to believe you're delusional and/or your internet is funky, if you wish.

Also, umm... *Squints eyes. *Strokes beard.

Nearly forgot what I wanted to say there. Lucky my super awesome memory saved me.

My dream of going to Singapore for Baybeats and/or Singfest is slowly drifting further and further away; almost to the state of being non-existant, and it's sad, but oh-so-painfully true. :[ Avenged Sevenfold... *Wipes tear.

What is life? A madness. What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story, and the greatest good is little enough, for all life is a dream.

Feeling: Joyous
Listening to: Empty Space by Lifehouse

Today, we shall talk about wonderful things. Things like Minesweeper, the phone book, lozenges, and a possible future profession. Not necessarily in that order, or presented in the most appropriate way either.

I stumbled upon a wonderful video a few hours ago, it taught me how to stop the clock on Minesweeper, so you get a ridiculously high score (I've got mine at 2 seconds, hahahaha). But who wants to wait for a video to load when you can just read this and find out in seconds what you're supposed to do, ey?

Weeeeelllll, you know that button you press to open up the Start menu? It's called the 'Windows Key' apparently, but anyway, if you've got a Minesweeper window open, click to make your first move, then as gracefully and quickly as you can, press this so-called Windows Key and then press 'D', while still holding the Windows Key down. This'll bring you to your desktop, but once you open your Minesweeper window again, you'll see the time has stopped, and you can complete your game with no time restraints.

I know, I know; I'm evil.

Also, I'd advise setting your time to something more believable, if you want to show off, that is. 'Cause I mean, 2 seconds is hardly comprehensible. :D Oh yeah, and this would only work if you know how to play Minesweeper.

Anyway, I'm sure you all don't really care about Minesweeper. And the only reason you read this far is because you didn't want to make me feel bad and so you could have more reasons to make fun of me.

That mini tornado we had earlier was refreshing, didn't you think so?

Did you see that? I swiftly topic-changed so fast you didn't notice enough to care. I should go into professional topic-changing.

I've been sick, if you didn't already know. I found some anaesthetic lozenges in the medicine drawer though, so that entertained me for a while. :] Then they finished and I had to stick with Strepsils which are hardly as good, and that's partly because I kept accidentally swallowing whole lozenges and getting them stuck in my throat which is really quite painful, you know.

Looking after my aunt's flower shop while she's not able to do so herself between the hours of 8AM and 5PM can be quite rewarding. I didn't know the recent editions of the phone book had not only menu pages, but also a home-living section. Those few hours or less spent looking at every page of these sections in detail were not wasted at all. I learnt all about sofas and aromatherapeutic candles and plumbing. And did you know there's an Ayamku* Seafood Restaurant? Hahahah.

Alright. My bed beckons me. *Disappears into a puff of smoke.

I've seen the world; it's overrated.

*My chicken

I'd always thought the chorus to Polygraph, Right Now by the Spill Canvas was interesting, and I could sing along to the verses with no problem, too, but I didn't think it had any more properties, other than having a catchy tune and sounding like Coheed and Cambria. Until now, that is.

Especially these parts:

I wanna tear apart your room to see if what you say is true. Darling, don't you lie, lie to me. I wanna break into your heart to see why you want us apart. Oh, I'm scared to death to find out what you think of me.

According to you, we don't click; that's a blatant lie and you know it. Angel, what are you hiding from me? If there is truly another secret lunch-break, working-late lover, then I would die, but at least then I'd be free.

And oh, how I'd like to be free.

Feeling: Hungrrry
Listening to: Slit Your Own Throat by the Used

I'm gonna make me some toast, then I'll put peanut butter on it and after that, I'll get back to you.

Okay, there wasn't any peanut butter so I melted cheese instead.

So, here's the deal. I would really, really, really like to go to Singapore in the first and second week of August, but mostly the second. You will find out why in a few paragraphs.

I've been spending my days in the 1990s. If only that were true outside of my mind. I don't have a time machine, but I'm working on it. It was such a beautiful time period, and I think it was just because of the cartoons and video games, and maybe me being young and carefree. They should really have a channel with all of the old cartoons on it; being reacquainted with your childhood brings back strange nostalgic feelings. I miss those times; when our clothes didn't have to match and boys had kooties.

Oh, well. Here's a little something to keep you busy.Yes, a 30-minute video of 90's cartoon openings. 30 minutes seems rather long, but after reconnecting with your memories, time doesn't really seem that big of an issue. You'll see what I mean. It doesn't have every single cartoon I was looking for, but the rest of Youtube does.

We should take more time to remember. Why do we live so fast anyway?

And the answer is BayBeats and SingFest. The SingFest line-up includes Avenged Sevenfold, MXPX and The Academy Is..., which is awesome. BayBeats is just an amazing plus 'cause it's happening around the same time. It must be fate. I'm meant to watch BayBeats and SingFest. Meant to.

Last week was an interesting one, I'll tell you about it when I'm not so tired. Or not.

Actually, you know what, I'll just type it out now.

On the other hand, it doesn't seem so interesting anymore.

I don't sound like myself today, maybe I'm not.

Feeling: Dead
Listening to: Home by Sevendust

I've been strangely busy lately. Especially over the last 3 days, everything's been squished together and I kind of like it. Hahahahaha. Oh, that sounds bad.

My sister was admitted into the hospital on Monday morning, and I went around 4 in the afternoon. I stayed till around 1:30 Tuesday morning 'cause that's about the time when I was wishing I was in bed. If we'd waited 15 more minutes, we would have been there when she was giving birth. Hahaha. Okay, now you know; she was in the hospital 'cause she was making me a niece.

But lets talk about this labour room place. The waiting room is separated from it, and if you enter the waiting room from the labour room, you're actually locked out, so you can't get in unless they let you. Which is really mean. So when the time everyone was waiting for finally came, the nurses had kicked everyone out, including my sister's husband and they couldn't find anyone to accompany my sister while she was in labour. Sure, my sister's husband took a little walk to the shop, but this wouldn't have happened if they didn't lock people out, or kick them out for that matter. But anyway, during this time, I finally understood the black hole inside of me. It's my hatred for waiting rooms. All you do in them is wait, and I was waiting for nine hours. And you know what makes the waiting worse? The fact that that's all you can do. The room didn't even have any boring magazines. Or comfy chairs. Or board games. Or water dispensers. Or rainbows.

Moving on, I've also started sleepwalking again. Or I am aware that I sleepwalk once again. At 6:30 Monday morning, I stood at my mum's door, dripping wet and wrapped in a towel. Since I'm on holiday, my mum asked what I was doing up, and I replied, "I don't know," and walked back to my room. After ten minutes, my mum came to check on me in my room, and I was back in bed. Later that day, my mum asked why I'd done it, and I had no idea what she was talking about. If I had been sleepwalking, I managed to get undressed, have a shower, wrap myself in a towel, walk to my mum's room, get dressed, fold my towel and get back in bed. My brother confirmed I'd had a shower 'cause he said he was wondering why the bathroom floor was wet. If the wetness is because of me, and if I had indeed been sleepwalking, then I do strange things in my sleep. It scares me. I had a shower. In my sleep. You know what comes next, don't you?

The mass murders. *GASPPPS.

Alright, see you later, when I finally find time in between my wonderful adventures to tell you about them.

Hahahaha. Man, I'm sleepy.

Oh yeah, I turned seventeen on Tuesday. I know, I know, that darned Peterpan never shows up when he promises trips to Neverland. I just didn't think he'd do this to me; I've been a good friend. I've been there for him, and the only time I ever ask anything from him, he doesn't pull through. All I wanted was eternal youth and to live with pirates and mermaids. I am deeply disappointed. *Shakes head.