Serious

I don't have to be right. I'm just doing what I'm feeling right. That's all that matters.
This ain't be a game, if I don't see it as a game. That is, I mean it
It's true that I'm feeling like a fool when being restless for all the morning.
Which one, what kind, when, where, what, why, how?
Anyway, all of a sudden, it doesn't matter at all, since there is still a go.

It's all right, whenever, wherever, whatever, however, except whoever.

Am I not clear on that? Well, I admit I'm not strong enough. It's not the time, YET.
Don't be late, man. If you're feeling like I'm feeling, then let's get it started.

Noon, 20th Feb.

One living on the northern side, one living on the southern side. One keeping sending, one keeping replying. One being busy for something unknown, one being busy for waiting. One staying still, one staying uncool. One getting cold, one getting sole.

12:?? One sitting on the bench on the platform, one taking the metro to the platform.

12:37 Still, one sending, one receiving. One leaving, one standing. One yelling out the magical word, one looking forward.

12:39 Still, one leaving again, one standing again.

Waiting is still the only friend.
There is still no two, but two ones.

One Thing for Sure

Hell no! I wan planning to read two to three books to review and preview my civic law, but the truth is that no one really have determination to give up hanging out and sit in front of a desk to read each words on a textbook on New Year's holiday. When everyone around you is laughing about some funny jokes or watching a blockbuster on HBO, how can you focus on the lines and decode the abracadabra without being distracted? Well, it was pretty obvious that I totally failed to fulfill my plan for winter break. But who cares?!

Ha... Alright, I know lying on sofa and being a couch potato could be the most serious waste of time, but this is what people do to celebrate New Year, don't we? I admit that I'm just trying to save myself with some unreasonable excuses...

But there is still one thing that I'm still pretty interested and excited about. That's just a plan my friend suggested doing for a specific reason: buy a delicate notebook and write down what's on my mind. I guess I can do that since I can pretend write a blog on a real book instead typing them down on a web blog, which is exactly what I'm doing right now. Wish I had that perseverance and hope it's worth it. And then delicate it to someone.

Sleepover

We've loved sleepover since we were young. →

Talks are going to the peak when we can't stop shutting up our mouths. And the pitch is getting too high to stand even we are miles away from passers-by. This is the way we gather toghether and share those gossipy moment to pass our boring winter break. Ha! Who can say there is another recreation that's more awesome than having a girls' talk and with a late bite, say Princles or chocolate chips?

Everybody knows, when it comes to chatting with girls, there is no end. It will never stop until the sky is falling down. The flow will keep running through each other like a thunderstorm hitting a town without precaution, loud and quick. Usually, how do we continue? Sleepover! Yea! How I love sleepover! We can stick our noses to each other and there is no need to worry about being overheard. At sleepover, we can lie down on the bed and still have a pillow fight at the same time. Everybody is in their pajamas, so it's much easier to confide in and tell the truth! Since pajamas bring comfort which will decrease the alertness, the real words will easily come out from mouths. Actually, I do think that it feels like getting drunk. You will feel there is no need to hide anything at all because everyone is mentally naked!

Here is the best for sleepover: Truth or dare.

Truth or dare? Dare? No, you chicken!
You can't choose dare at sleepover because you are at private and dare means nothing except at the public.
Truth or dare? Truth? Yes! Watch out to get bitten!
We will like to thank you for dedicating your secret story to your best friends! Ha!
But for those who are listeners, don't be too excited, later, you will find out your most inside story will become the next topic.

One rule only: don't spread out what you hear at sleepover.
Every gain comes from sacrifice.

Battered Wife Syndrome

Ever since we were born, we were brought with a wish of living heathily and happily and no more else. That's pretty right and common to hear a mother-to-be say or a mom in labor cry out, "Just live its own life and nothing's important at all." But the truth is that when a life starts, the wish never ends.

After a series of diapers changing and a hundreds of baby nursing at nights, parents will start looking forward to watching their kid climbing up and shining out. They give their endless love unconditionally, even though it seems not unconditional. It is unconditional only when their kids understand they shouldn't take it for granted. Somehow, most of the time, they don't.

Everyone is born to have the look which nobody else has. Each face is unique, and each smile is priceless. We are supposed to appreciate the difference but, unfortunately, we live in a world that difference is usually not respected.

It is media that should be charged with the first degree murder of killing the difference between each one. Magazines tell us how a girl should show their tits to get close to the definition of being hot. News broadcast how a cute guy should work out and show off their muscles at the beach which causes a thunder of scream by girls. Heroes are not born, they are made. And so do monsters.

Even though, from the first day of school to the graduation, appearance has always been said to be ignored and beside the point of success, still, you can always find out that is totally wrong. The cruelest truth is that appearance matters a lot more than your imagination.

High school is like an American Top Model competition. Nerds get picked on by jocks due to their lack of puberty and social skills. Geeks get bullied by popular kids because of their skinny arms and weakeness. They don't look cool, and then they will be labeled as "mommy's pet." They don't look strong and they will be shoved to the locker rooms with punches. They don't choose to attack other kids so that they are treated as those who are attacked. Instead of other little reasons, appearance and tardiness of puberty lead them to the path of mistreatment in a place where danger is never predicted: school.

At dinner, parents are always trying to care about how the school is going. They ask, they listen. Instead of reviewing all the bloody plots, bullied kids usually tend to respond like nothing happened. They don't want to talk about it, since saying it out always backfires in the end and how come they would like to run through it again in details and embarrassment? They asnwer, they lie.

Lie needs another lie to cover. More lies, more pressure. When all those mixed feelings come together and push an immature kid to wander. Nothing good is going to happen. Instead, here comes the revenge.

Then, shooting on campus pops up on the news.

One Less Lonely

When you woke up, finding yourself sweat all over and thinking you wake up too late, weird thing was that only thirty minutes had past. You definitely started to wonder what kind of dream was that or there was dream running in your head or not. It always sucked to forget all those blurry dreams were all about. Did human brains set up to forget dreams in the course of evolution? Or it was actually ourselves that intentionally erase the dreams from our memory due to protection. But how come we still died to know what dream was all about when we were awake?

From time to time, some dreams remain clearer than ice cubes, than anything else, no matter how sweet or how terrible those dreams are. But, still, no matter how sweet they are, some dreams fade away without trace. And this is what bothers me the most.

If the dream is about flunking civil law, I think I can take that. Because a lazy student needs to be knocked out to understanf how risky it is to be kicked out of the classroom before it is true. But, what if the story is the same as my daydream? Couldn't it be more awesome to dream a sweet dream without control, or at least without consciousness? Wish I could pack them or put them in a closed box.

Cheesy.

Crawl

Blindness
Do you know how strong it is?
Each word leads to daydream
Each pop-up means everything
Does everything really mean nothing?

Lost
Ripple leaves trace of thinking
Pity is that I cannot see clearly
How should I make it easy?
A world of sweetness and sourness

Hope I can get over all that wishful thinking
Keep lying to myself until it's true
Unveil the mystery of crossword guessing
And the answer is definitely uoy